The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-02-28

sPtsn OF pain, passed over the face OF cho
lady for a moment, and then she replied,
ealml ly-"Did hear you Alright, MIR. Cor
don ( Did understand you to say that
you had never breathed words of love in
tho ear of another ?"
The eyes, of Elizabeth Munro were bent
upon those sof Frederick Gordon with a
steady, scafcasng gaze, and his own dropped
before them. AT length he said, falteingy
&c 1es-no-that is, | was young it
was nothing more than a passing fancy
mere filtration with pretty girl l met
in the country"
The red blood mounted to the lady's
brow, and her eye flashed as she took
small shell-comb from her hair, and the long,
brown curls that it had confined fell over
her neck and shoulders Then pushing
back the ringlcts from her forehead, and
placing her finger upon sual! scar upon
her temple, she said slowly-"Frederick
Gordon-do you know me now ?'1
The young man had not moved since he
had last spoken, but remained with his eyes
fixed upon the carpet. At the lady's
words, however, he looked up suddenly, and
brow, cheek and lip grew white-white as
those of the dead. Then covering his face
with his hands, as if to shut out some hate
full vision, he rxclaimed-" Lily Grey
Lily Grey--have you come even here to
torment me Z"
"She is even here" was the quiet reply,
sand [ presume it is unnecessary for me to
say that the man whose pretended love for
Lilly Grey was passing fancy,'a mere fir
tation'-the man who for the sake of paltry
gold so cruelty deserted the young being
he had won, without farewell word or
line, can never claim the hand OF Elizabeth
Munro. Nay, hea. me, MIR. Gordon" she
added, as he would have interrupted her,
"entreaties are useless, l can never be your
wife, but wish to explain some things
which are probably mysteries to you. My
name is Elizabeth Grey Munro. My
father always called me his Lily, and by
that pet name, too, l was called by Mr.. and
Mrs. Mason. When went into the coun-
try to visit them it was childish freak of
mine to be called by my middle name, and
be known as simple Lily Grey, rather than
as the heiress Elizabeth Munro. Had you
called to see me before your sudden depart
ure, all would have been explained but
you chose to do otherwise, and of course l
could put but ono construction upon your
conduct-that you were merely trifing with
one whom you supposed your inferior in
point of wealth, and that, finding you had
gone rather farther than you intended, you
wished to get rid of the affair as speedily as
posi- 1le. do not hesitate now to say that
| once loved you, Frederick Gordon, as you
did not deserve to be loved, but that passed
passed with the knowledge of your un-
worthiness. When we met in the ballroom
l saw at once that you, did not recognize
me-ive years had changed the young and
timid girl who blushed at your approach
into the woman, calm and self possessed as
yourself You were blinded, too, by the
fashion and glitter around me, and, in short,
you looked not for Lily Grey in Elizabeth
Munro"
ooh, Lily, forgive, forgivep implored
Frederick, throwing himself at her feet.
"For sweet mcrcy's sake forgive and love
me again us in other days. have erred
deeply-deeply-but have repcp.ed also"
Tears rolled down the fair girls cheeks
as she replied, at the same time kindly ex-
tending her hand, 81 do, do forgive, for
the sake of the love l once bore you-but
that love can never give you again. The
chord is broken and will never vibrate
more.
The young man rose and gazed wildly upon
her face, but he read nothing there to give
him hope, ard c!asping her hand for an in-
slant, he rushed from her presence.
Reader, upon one of those beautiful isl.
ands that not far from Mackinaw, lie on
the breast of Lake Huron, like the purest
of emerads in setting of silver, there is
little, picturesque village where the mag
niticent steamers, that plow the lakes from
Buffalo to Chicago, stop to take in wood and
water. But short distance from the vii
lage, and yet haltcoDcealedby overshadowing
trees, there stands plain bat strongly built
house. There is nothing peculiar in its
general appearance, and you would pass it
almost UNDECIDED, unless you chanced to
perceive that the windows Of the chamber
in the southeast corner of the building
were guarded by strong iron bars. If you
looked yet more closely, you would see the
form Of man, still in the prime of life,
with fetters upon his wrists, his hair close
ly shaven, and the wild gleam Of the mani
ac in his eye, pacing the apartment, or
gazing between the bars upon the broad
expanse of waters. That face, once seen,
will haunt you forever? In the yard, slow
ly walking back and forth, with his white