Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-10-28
NO. 255.
Gales ano Skettbes.
TIE DAY You'll no WITHOUT ME-.

light. and glory and warmth that only
summer can shed over and extract from
the land. Down 10 the left OF the ver-
dure, covered old Nicarage house--wherc
the chief action OF the story | am relating
took place - broad meadow lands lay
bathed in purple haze-purple haze that
spoke of intense heat in the open, and
that made even the self-absorbed young
pair under the trees on the lawn grateful
for the shelter afforded them.
ANY one who had seen them there would
have seen the naturalness of such self-ab-
sorption, and nj the same time have felt
sorry for it. For though the dawning lik-
ing between them was natural il was
not fit. The girl was the third daughter
OF poor country parson. who eked out
slender professional income by taking pu-
pills. The boy was Il highly priced son of
"A noble house. And still they were al
lowed TO be together.
| The Young fellow of seventeen. though
he had not come TO his iull heritage of
manly beauty Yet, was very worthy
idol, SO far rs appearances went. for u
young girl to set up and worship. He had
the slender, clearly defined. delicate form
and features that belonged 10 the hand
soonest race in the world-the English ar
| istocracy. There was n look of breed
about him that was unmistakable--tha
| look is never seen unless blood and cul
ture have aided in producing it. What
wonder, then, that Mary Baron contrasted
him with the well-.o-do young farmers in
her fathers parish and. having done that,
erected an altar in her heart. whcrcupon
she worshiped Lionel Hastings unceasing-
lN.
She was supremely happy this morning.
for her mother had given her Il halfhoi-
day TO dispose of as she pleased That
excellent mother, on household cares in
tent. quite believed she would go off for u
stroll in the woods with some girl-iriend.
rs il had been her wont To do from her
childhood. But Lionel magniiicently or
dercd her TO stay and read poetry to him
under the weeping willow y and she was
only too pleased to obey him.
The sunbcams fell down like scattered
gold through the leaves, fell down flicker
ingly on the two young heads-the boys
covered with crisp curs of dark brown;
the girls crowned with such golden tress-
cs as only fall TO the lot of one woman in
tn, usand. The masculine head reposed
comfortably on the boys folded arms.
The feminine one was bent down over n
volumc-a collection of miscellaneous po-
etry-irom which she was reading lines
and verses ut random.
This is very jolly" Lionel said, Ian
gudly, for The heat was subduing him.
His only reason for speaking at all was
that May had kept her violet eyes cast
down on her book for long time, and he
liked to look at them often.
IIa hal his 6tasip's Ipsirp'' at office
Without moments tantaliziug delay she
lifted her silken iringes obediently, and
bent her honestly adoring gazes upon him.
as she said sympa,hetically Yes, isn't
itp No lesson. and such sunshine ~ And
You so Jolly pretty" he cut in with n vast
increase OF energy. Then he Withdrew
one arm from under his head, and flung
it round her slender waisi-slendcr GER
tainlv. for though May was sixteen. she
was symmetrcally and perfectly formed.
Now YOU may 90 on reading" the young
sultan said, as May acknowledged his
caress by saying. "Oh dear Lionel ~ A
. rosy color flushed the girls lace. The
| thought that perhaps she ought not to let
Lionel Hastings treat her as he might his
sisters crossed her mind and clouded her
happiness for an instant. Then. in her
purity anu lilfiDftHt'- SlIt bithI'h
for even that thought, condemning it to
| herself as dreadful Then in her con-
fusion she began reading at random, Sc
| lecting by chance the very poem she ought
not to have selected. 1t was an American
poem, written by an anonymous author.
and deserves to be more widely known
than it is. One verse ran thus
..You call me true and tender names
| And gently twiDe my trcsses,
| And all the while my happy heart
| Beats time to your caresses.
| luu love me iH your tender way
/ ynswer as you let me:
| But oh there comes another day
| The day that you'll forget me-"
| Her voice faltered more than once in the
reading, and he had watched her con-
fusion, and enioved it with a halflauShing
malice. Boy as he was. he knew 80 well
what was in this young girls heart. He
| thoroughly understood her sudden shame,
and perfectly realized how keenly the
dread that he might 90 away and forget
her, cut May Baron.
Look at me. pet.' he said, with sud
den authority.
IL am looking for something to
read she stammered.
Look at me and confess. Aren't you
sorry you read those lines. because they
describe your own situation and feelings
to certain degree ?''
"Lionel, don't be so rude and and
cruel"
He had taken her chin in his hand, and
turned her face toward him. And she
knew that her face was telling the truth
and that she loved him much. ''My Owr
pet ~ g said more softly and seriously
II shall never 20 away and forget you
trust me for that" Then he reared him
self up. and kissed the little face that wa
rich with happy bushes now; and May
was content to believe him. ~ shall have
you painted by Millais,, he said presently
living back and regarding her critically.
Shall you.' She was alight witt
pleasure at the way which he was assum
ing the right to direct her and manage 70
her in the future. ''Who is Millais?
he any one ought to know about
Hes one Of the greatest painter
alive" he said. with reproving gravity
II don't know that / shouldn't put him a
the top OF the list OF English painters
if it wern't for the Leighton's conflictin
claims. OF course you ought to kno
about him, pet; only, how should yo
know about anyone while you keep coope
up here,'' Then he went on to tell hi
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