The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-08-06

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Miss Haywood and Miss Heywood'i
aunt.
1t was . summer to date from al
lfe afterward. Such glorious morn
icgs bv the trout stream! Such even
ings in the moon-lit hills Such
walks, and talks, and rides "a
young man SO handsome-very hand
some-a young man so clever and
polite, and so respectful to age
Aunt Haywood had never seen
before. Forty years before, she had
lover, who went to sea aud never
came back sgsin, and she believed
Dion to be exactly like him. Yes,
she was certain that if ever she had
been married, and had children, all
ber sons would be just like Dion.
The old woman loved him in her
way, quite as much as the young
one.
This fair and happy summer at
length came to close. Dion found
the ladies one morning in the midst
of trunks and toilets. A sudden
frost had set in, and Aunt Haywood
missed the comforts of her own home.
Dion fingered, silent and sorrowful,
till after lunch, and then be asked
Margery to take walk with him to
the woods. He had a confession to
make, be said, if Miss Haywood per-
mitted it.
Miss Hey wood thought he might
have spoken without Eer permission.
TOO much courtesy, too much cour-
tesy," che whispered in her heart;
but signifed her assent by little
nod of her head and set, steadfast
look in the water.
"Miss Haywood -Msrgery-I want
to confess to you what foolish
waste / have made of my life and
fortune. Hitherto | have squan-
dered them in the siliest of pur-
suits"
Msrgery began to tap her foot
restlesslv.
81 have been so vain of my good
looks.
She looked half slyly and half
admiringly through her eyelashes at
him.
"And | am sorry to say that, in
order to do them justice, have been
very unjust to others. / am very
deeply in debit
Deeply in debit" Was that what
he had to confess? She colored vio-
lently, and rose. "Mr. Harrington,
your debts do not concern me, unless
-unless-n
II expect you to pay them? l
suppose that is what you think L
mean, Miss Haywood. How can
you misjudge me 80 cruelty? l beg
pardon i"r presuming to imagine
that you eould feel any interest eth
er in ,'e past or future of 80
worthle life as mine has hitherto
been"
He rose to go, and some evil spir.
il possessed the girl. She Ionged to
smile, to speak, to detain him but
she could not permit herself to do
it.
Goodbye, Msrgery-dear Aarge-
ry. When / venture to speak TO you
again, hope to be more deserving
of hearing" He put out bis hand,
and she would not see it. Oh, it
was hard that be would lot under
stand the love and longing and dis
appointment in her heart! She had
q right to be angry with a man so
blind and she could not for very
shame go into q good womanly pas
sion she gave vent to her feelings
10 very unwomanly exhibition Of
sarcastic indifference.
But when Dion bad really gone,
she fell with q passionate sobbing up
on the ground, until the pines talk
ed soughfully among themselves, and
walled back to her those melancholy
tones.
Aunt Haywood was ss broken
hearted as her neice. She brooded
on the loss of the gay, beautiful
youth, while something of both a
mothers and lovers anguish and
when a week later, they heard that
he had sailed for the coast Of Africa
as supercargo of q friends ship, all
the sunshine died out of the TWO lives
at Haywood Park.
A year later old Miss Hey wood
died, and Margery was sole mistress
of her person and fortune. There was
some rumors Of strange will made
by Miss Haywood 10 ber last hour,
which it was thought Msrgery would
dispute. But the rumor died, and
the young heiress apparently settled
down to q monotonous life, in which
nothing seemed left her but the "hav-
ing loved"
In the second year a little ripple
was made in Haywood by the advent
of Harry Lake. Harry had been
Dion's great friend, and was proba-
bly, even then in correspondence
with him Msrgery had always
avoided Harry'S uncle hitherto; but
now, with a sweetness that nc old
man could resist, she inquired after
his health, bis crops, and whatever
other subject seemed of Importance
to him.
"In fact she quite won the baehe-
lor's heart. 1t was grea. grief to
bim that be could not wed her for
himself; and be had disliked bis
nephew for his chances. But at any
rate lie determined that such a nice
girl-and such q rich girl-should
not go out of the family and be
soon let Harry know that the pros
pects Of inheritiug the Lake estate
rested very much upon his marriage
with Msrgery.
But suppose the young lady will
not have me, uncle !"
"You are not to suppose failure,
sir. in anything You have no RI
vals here-but me-" the old man
grumbled. not very pleasantly.
Harry was in Q dilemma, and be
Sat thinking long over it that night.
But be was endowed with q nature
singulsrly honest, and st this june
ture it helped him better than in
trigue- He simply wrote little note
to Margery. asking her permission to
see her next noon. He received, as
be expected . cordial assent and go