The Princeton union., 1880-07-22

of roses in her bosom, the sweetness of
new born roses in her cheeks and lips.
their brightness on her forehead, their
perfume breathing all about her in the
young morning Of her spotless life. A
lovers dainty dream of virgin sweetness.
the soit,ined picture of herself, Juliet
Schuyler. b
She bent over it with clasped hands
and dreamed her stainless dreams.
And 50 dreaming her head sank on the
table on her folded arms, noonday
drowsiness overcame her, binding her
fast In its sunlight spun cords. While
she sat SO, unconscious of what passed
around her, Madge Colchester opened the
door and glided in.
She saw the sleeping girl with the
sketch lying before her on the table. She
bent over them fowninglv. She looked
long at the painting, then turning Il
over, she read what Juliet had not vet
seen-these Words scrawled in a bold.
firm hand across the paper: ssIhis is The
picture I shall bring back with me when
= SOAAAS " SAoAm my WIFE,. H.H.
For moment Madge studied the
sketch and the inscription earnestly.
Then she turns away with clouded eyes
toward the window. As one hears and
sees things in dreams, shifting and vague.
she saw boat moored at the garden land
ing she heard a voice speaking light
good-byes; and then the lighter drip of
water from scarcely used oars as the boat
swept away southwark, and thread of
song foated backward upen her ears:
II could not love thee, dear, 80 much. !.
Loved I not - > s
"Was 1t for Der he sang those words. .
muttered Madge, with a frowninp brew.
"He shall never come back to her-never
=.
The summer days slipped by. The
lllacs, bending over the old sea-wall,
shook all their purple petals on the wa
ter, and foated dying, out to sea, bearing
VINO knows what memories of native land
and dear hill-country homes, to meet
tired wanderers fastened from foreign
ports. The blue-fowered vines, hang
ing in long tangled skeins of swayinp
beauty from porch and window ledge.
grew dry and scentless ID the scorching
sun: The lilies stood in ghostly sheayes
IN the dim garden corners, and there,
gathering the dew and sunshine of q
brlef lovely life within their slender
throats, they, too, dropped, and fading
died.
Juliet was alone now with Madame
Schuyler in the dull old house. Night
after night she sat and listened to the
lonly signing Of the water past the gar
den wall. She listened for the sound of
oars-for the sound of a voice and foot
step which never came. Only once an
envelope, holding slip of printed mat
ter-a paragraph cut out Of society pa
per, and telling of masked ball at one
OF the great watering places, where Har-
~ Templeton, as "Rizzio," pursuing
MARY Queen of scots,'' was observed Of
all observers. .. ,,.-.......- g-r .
The lovely "Queen Of Scots was Madge.
Juliet read 1t, but made no sign or
wound of sorrow. s .,:s... t....e'-r +
But, by-and-by, came a letter from
Madge herself -Madge at Newport.
"What do you think2" Madge writes.
"Who do you think is the lion of the
place now-the much sought-after-the
Petted favor1tef Why our artist Harry
Templeton, of course. He has the dain.
tiest studio light and flowers and
bric.d. 6rac, old china and tapestry
all the ladies are dying with envy to be
painted now. I am giv1ng HIM sittings.
You shall see this picture when 1t is fin
ished. tell Harry it is an artists dream
ct roses, for I am literally covered with
them.'' e* * @s-N !.
That night, going to her grandmother's
room Juliet found her standing before that
picture Of the dead Harry Templeton. A
stately, black-veiled figure, the aged wo-
man stood, her tace, set in sad stern
ness, looking into the eyes which had
once given back such bright glances to
her own ia their far-away youth. .
She did not start nor look around as
the young girl entered; with her hands
clasped on her stick she stood motionless
and absorbed. e.. -s. s......- ......-r. .s.s.t g.
= "Grandmammar' Juliet, said creeping
softly up, laid her pale cheek on Madame
Schuyler's shoulder. ':Tell me when he
did you wrong; did you forgive him2'
"How can l tellf" answered that cold
sad voice. ut was so long ago!' r
She paused moment the light seemed
to grow pale about these two solitary fig
ures. 1875 fte Ell. e.r1srrEa,.s#- T1yE .
II thought forgave him, but the
wound hurts yet. feel it. tonight,
through you," she whispered loudly.
The girls arms 6ghtened IN their soft
clasp round her grandmother's neck.
"Did you torget-forget for q little
while, grandmama, just to get strong
enough to bear it9nfEs EsE TD...azsz@
Juliet's voice ended in sob, stifed
ere it had hardly touched the air, but
the quick old ears caught it. ~ #2
Child! child! I thought I had forgot
ten the worst; but I see your pale cheeks
and it all comes back to me.'' S q
The old lady struck her hand fercely
against the picture. ~ j
s'Do you see its'' The bad blood Of
that man is in your Harry Templeton's
veins. Do you see that careless smile?
It was always so. He could smile
life away. Come, come away! Let us
forget and take what happiness we can
together an, old woman and q younggirl
God help US and keep US in His care"
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