The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-17

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of life.
Tt seems to me we are getting very
melancholy interposed Mrs. Dallwood,
seeing that Sir Hubert was about to fol-
low the lady's lead. let us 60 through
the temple; there is very pretty view
OF the bridge to be had at the foot of the
steps at the other side.'
They passed through. If aught in this
world be an accident, it was only by the
merest chance they entered the place at
that moment.
1t was empty, except for an individual,
wh1 rose from bench when he saw
them, and, bowling to the lady, hurriedly
left the building, Keeping his face bent
down.
She turned and looked after him,
thoughtfully, with wistful pity shining
tenderly in her sweet face.
That is poor Captain Arkley,' she said,
how sadly sensitive he is!'
In moment Miss YarrelIs hand was
on her arm.
What name did you say? asked the
girl, breathlessly.
'Arkley; he was SO terribly wounded
in the
She was out of the place in moment.
Before her father could speak or Mrs.
Dallwoood interpose, she had hurried
down the steps, and was speeding after
the man, who walked drearily alone
through the beauty and the peace of that
lovely place, as hefancied he was doomed
to walk drearily alone through life.
Her training had not been that of the
great world. In this supreme moment
she thought of nothing, remembered moth
ing, save the sweet love-story of old, and
the cruel fate which had so distorted the
handsome, manly face that even she
failed to recognize it. W
Without a word of explanation, she
understood. She forgot the years that
had passed, the friends she had left, the
goodly company on the lawn above.
Tom she cried, Toni and as he
turned she stretched out her hands to
him and subbed aloud.
Mr.. Forrest had followed her, but he
now retraced his steps.
Let us leave them together he said
to Mrs. Dallwood; and then walked away,
silent and alone.
He too knew that the man did not live
who could come between Susan and her
lover now.
They stood together on the bridge
spanning the Bollar; but neither saw the
green-sward sloping down to the waters
edge, the wild. .chrery-trees the expanse of
broad park, across which the westerniDg
sun was streaming.
With one hand he shaded his ewes,
with the other he clasped hers, which
lay on the parapet of the bridge. There
was no one was near them; they were as
much alone as they might have been in
some vast wilderness
She was not looking at him; down into
the depths Of the water she seemed to be
gazing; but she did not see the sun SHIN
mering on the river. Slowly, and as if
wrong from her, the tears fell one by
one into the stream, while he gazed wist-
fully, mournfully, at the Ioveliness he had
voluntarily relinquished, which he meant
to 60 away and behold no more.
Il ought not to come back, he said at
last; but the longing to look upon your
face again grew into fever which over
mastered my strongest resolutions. am
happy now, Susan, and can leave you af-
ter this meeting with content
you will never leave me- she said,
brokenly. ..
The birds sang their loudest-there
was the plash sof a waterfowl in the
stream-in the distance there was the
sound Of music-a gay strain came float
ing through the summer air.
Il must, my DEAR he answered. you
would give yourself to me. / know of
your goodness and your faithfulness, but
| could not accept such sacrifice. When
the very children-you remember how
all children were? of me once-cried if
came near them, | felt it was time to re-
linquish my hopes of a wife,
But am not child she exclaimed,
and you shall not relinquish me. What!
had my poor face been marred, would you
have taken back your love? Do you
think it was your good looks | cared for?
Do you imagine all the beauty in the
world could seem as precious to me as your
SCARED features are in my sight? Love
is not love which alters when it altera-
ton finds. Nothing can part my heart
from yours
fhn, Susan he answered, sadly, you
do rot know what you are talking about
you do not understand the full weight
of the burden you offer to carry with me.
Even yet,' he added, you have never
dared to look me full in the face. You
have not seen the extent of the disfgure-
ment long to hide from the sight Of my
fellows
She lifted her head and wiped away
her tears.
Let me look at you, then,' she said;
and he removed his sheltering hand and
stood upright, with the evening sunshine
streaming full upon him.
4 think it is Sir Archibald Allison,
she began slowly, the loveliest light
shining in her eyes, who tells
this story. A young lady was