Smyrna times. [volume] (Smyrna, Del.) 1854-1987, 1880-01-14

and when upon her death-bed Mrs. Ormond
oade Constance Owen make her the solemn
promise recorded, the brave girl not only
dld not talter, hut whispered once more TO
the stricken girl at her side.
Yes, Edith, for the sake of the love
your dear mother gave to the orphan will ]
love you better than myself-forever."
And darkness was in that chamber, dies.
olatlon in the hearts of the mourners.
K x X \
Two years passed--two years since Edith
the beautiful and Constance the brave had
lost their best earthly friend. The former
had grown more lovely even than the prom.
lse OF the dawn Of her radiant maiden.
| hood; the latter more homely, larger.
featured IN the face. but with the two years
an added dignity of mien, a more intelli.
gent light IN the quiet, tender brown ewes.
and force of character better defined in
every movement. There came many suit.
ors 70 Bonnybrook-so the little country
seat belonging to Edith was calIsd-but. 50
Tar, the little coquette did not nav much
heed to any of them. She was CHASING the
butterflies Of fancy around that Garden OF
Eden-frst youth. But at length her
beauty, grace and perhaps high social posi-.
ton, brought one day to the gates OF
Bonnybrook one DR.. Paulding, a superior
and rl'lng young physician, who lived in
the city close by, and when he had found
his way to that pleasant country nook
somehow he discovered patients in that
vicinity very frequently. Was it Edith,
talr face that made him take that bloonine
highway so often?
he was indeed fascinated by her bright
grish beauty, and one evening after he
had been wandering in the garden, under
the moon, soft pleasant words must hav,
oeeH spoken, for after he had gone, Filth
with flushed face dashed into the room
where Constance was awaiting her, and
throwing her arms about her, said in q
happy trembling voice:
-! darling. | am so happy. lie ha,
told me he loved me-"
Constance spoke not word; Edith wa,
held moment to a beating heart, a soft
kiss touched her forehead, and the mex
moment she was alone.
"He loves me! He loves me ~ And
Edith looked out over the gardens frou
which the dsws of night were distiling al
thelr odors; she gazed at the round beauti
Iul moon, and peopled the shadows will
the image OF man who had first stirred
her young life with the divine music O
love.
A month after the pleasant confession
had been made, Edith was called 10 IN,
mountains of Vermont to attend n dvin,
aunt, the only sister of her dear mother
and she had to proceed alone, as Bonnv
brook would have lacked guardian !
| constance had accompanied her-Dr. Pauld
lngs duties utterly denying him tina
pleasure.
Constance was engrossad in her hom.
duties and saw but little society, save few
rustic neighbors, who only recommends
, themselves by their goodness of heart. anc
certainly not by the brillancy of their Wi
or Understanding Once and awhile d.
PauldiHg would ride out to Bonnybrook. 4
Constance told him, "from the force of Of,
r habit" but soon it seemed that the man q
medicine and science did not carry on m
conversation with the old ease, grace an,
spirit. what had come between Constance
Owen and himself? Something inexplica
BILE. The noble woman found a STRANGE
rare pleasure IN the society of the gifteC
man the scholarly man sympathy will
the large hearted, intellectual woman wbicI
he had never known or experienced in an,
OF her sex. True" he said TO himself
''she is not beautiful indeed, measured +,
the rules of beauty, she is positively urlv
But who can guage the charms of a melo
deus voice, or define the tenderness Of a,
honest, kindly eye?p
And she, too, unused in this wise; 9TH
Dr. Charles Pauldng is a marveIousl
gifted man. What powers Of Language
what treasures of imagination he possesses
= what noble career he has before him
and Edith j"-hePs she would pause an,
think OF that cliaging tendri, not as helm
ing the growth of the oak, but az drawinl
from Its strength. Yet from all suci
thoughts az these her staunch and Iowa