, 1880-07-04

| l1D3, L CUHtGu ING IllA0 u6uuS lQHE lay so ill.,
Gritty in mine. Her long. heavy hair hnd become
unfastened and lay IN Struggling, dripping
lengths about her. Her face was pallid and
cold, and for the first time in my life could
nes .iessantne! Jessamine"' tmplorod, .speak
to me!' saw the faintest CULVER OF her eye
'Jessamine, my love, speak to me-! Ifecl like
The dark eyes opened, and she essayed to lift
the heavy head against my shoulder, but it sank
oaen nrinx Sesi:s said briefly, lifting the flask again
to her lips, and she obeyed ge 1az rs child might
! and she lifted her head, and then she laughed
| the low, sweet laugh I had go seldom heard.
What mcrmads we nre! How will we ever
esxesY esS aGes Mr. Sutherland "hsre arc your coral
| i lifted the little hands still held and kissed
| them pAssit'nately: .,,,,a novor sna.,. . .
"a 4 burning tlush crept INTO her cheek and she
daty dtdnd ns Of the whtc chin uu that Tas IN
| indctinahle wuy mutle INC dub myself a coward
1t was very weak Of me to faint" she said.
The water-kcipies undoubtedly had q gruu9c
| ngri1,st US we buve invaded their domain SO
pcrsistently. We must he G. mile from home.
| the river, a speck in the twilight distance.
| Hooked at 1t ruefully. ...
''And you are so vet, Miss Heath, and it is
| growing chill. a1n afraid this will be sorry
We must walk home, there was no other earth
II way Of getting there' ere ,,a l., Grew her band
the edge Of tho river, cold nnd wet, with our
| clothes cliuglng to us.
nnt h9w % shf a5 81 fol ars 1eG nrst tine 9h9
no,lsenslcal fnshion that was Il revelation to me.
Her lips were scarlet and her checks burned
with color, aud her eyes absolutely glittered.
But my heart only sunk lower and lower.
''lIow alarmed mnmn1u will be!' she laughed.
..she will never trust me me, with you again, Mr..
| mllst,,chc droops disconso!ate.''
'if you suffer from this drenchine shall
never forgive myself" modify.
swcctly. " Hpw could it be? Icannot 500 that
it was any ones fault. It Just happened. o Mr.:
Sutherland, If you only could see your mustachei !
t. is such IL pet Of yours and 1t looks so de-
Miss Jessamtnc, it 1s very, cruel Of you to
mike such remarks. l would never 5ay any
say yo,! looked more beautiful than Aphrodtto
when size arose from the foam"
.Ah, thnnks!" with deep inclination Of her
head. Mr.. Sutherland. you are u courtier OF
the first water Allow me to give yon Il rose.'
She lifted from her bosom knot Of roses, gel
low as Eod ana tho and Cue %ecafe nsa as ys1w
green leaves along the stem. They were wet
and bruised, but through all they had clung to
her bosom, and they were inhnttlY lovely in my
y" Let me fastcn them on your coat" stopping
pervcrscly to arrange them; butshe Bhivered us
@ You i viii have to wear Que Of my dresses
home You cannot go through the streets look
Ing ic that Which wold soy prefer white
lo0k Charming in white with pink roses ut your
AT sb # an5gS Ike sH
would you like 1t ell train? You would look
very stately.-.n n daughter OF the gods divtnety
Sd. Sd DO YOU tf1ink IN, coltS, Does this seem
cod?"-luyiny little burning hand on mine.
But ] walked still faster. L felt a presents
tary ~ bath. It pressed dark on my heart
Wo reached the house; both out Of breath, but
laughing. explained to Mrs Heath. and she
hurried Jessamlne away She run back in a
minute.
tween wur1n blankets and have something very
warm TO drink. And here is coat OF para's,
and yo'' must put 1t on and hurry home and do
tho SANG. Mumma says It is all that will save us
from dreadful cold Gooan1igh, 5s 1hS coming TO to
morrow. And, BY the way. do put: your mus
tache up in crinping- pins to-night,-you look
exactly as Ha,n!et xonld 9 !, have done II he had
looked Mt her rcproachfully, and she added,
gently. . am very naughty, nm not? gr1ere
you2 Forgive me, dear friend aood.ntghtt.t. t.o
twilight and fast-dying summer.
How can tell the rest?
The next morning when vent M Mrs; :, Heath Fl:a1
My little girl was never strong. and she has
been failing ill summer: I'm afraid. hr. suth-
Anu then she broke down, weeping bitterly,
and turned away, the most unhappy man on
Every day called at the house, to learn that
she only grew worse, and every one In the old
town knew that Jessamine Heath was going to
"She would not have lived long in any even" "
the doctor told me. "She was of highly
strung, delicate organization. The sad shock
to her, @ and % She IS 50 ffal TINT it is wonder she
has lasted SO long. It Is very sud case.-a
most beautiful, amabe, and talented girl,
sorrowtully. Every one loves hor. 1t will be
great blow to her mother
I fairly haunted tho house. was blind and
cEaZcd in those days. could not cut, nor sleep,
NOR think. l only knew one thing,-Jessamine
One night sat in the darkencd summer par-
lOr- 1t was the pretty room had entered that
first day that seemed such centuries away.
1t was just as she had left 1t the day we went
rowing. ...
In tho slender vase a cluster Of white withered
roses dropped neglected. 1t was TOO much. I
sat down with my fnce in my hands and listened
tn my own henrt throb.
had sat there for hours when Mrs. Heath,
white and worn, came into the room.
"Jessuullne wants you,'' she said. ut Is to say
-good-by. will come up in moment"
She sunk into Il chair, weeping. left her, ut
terly unable to attempt consolation:
went into the sick-room. stood by the white
bed.
or, but strangely beautiful. All the sadness had
gone from her face; it WIS perfectly sweet and
serene.
She lifted her large dark eyes to me with
smile.
+" Sit down. wanted to say good-by to you
We have had such a pleasant summer. You
friend have had since -
She paused moment.
~ Do not grieve SO. DEAR, she said tenderly.
1T is much better this way"
- But loved you SO, Jessamine!.
"Ycs, / know" pitylngly, as If already an
angel. Z" Do you not see tits better MS 1t is2 You
are worthy Il grcnt love in return. If had
lived. It is hard to say good-by' to you,-
harder than 1 thought. Dear. do not grieve.
Some day 1t will ull come right.
kissed her once on the pure forehead.
The next time / saw her she was clothed in
white from head to foot, and white roses were
ail about her,-tho roses she had loved go well.
FANNY DRIsCOLL.
A STORY RET0lD.
For The Chicago Tribune.
Come! They'll not miss you from yon crowded
rooms,
The while We take n last walk by the sea.
Tonight, you know. this happy romance ends
This love dream, denrer th.1n my life to me.
Another eve shall find me far away,
Beyond the spell that binds me, soul and heart,
Here, ut your side. Gcd knows there is no pang
b.