The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-07-23

MISS daflon TO appear, else 1t would be
impossible to keep her in obscurity--and
she found her so useful!
But, as the song died away, one mar
stepped from behind curtain which
had concealed him. His handsome face
was very pale, and there was look botl
of regret and anger in his eyes; but both
gave place to great tenderness as he
stepped quietly to Miss Harlon's side.
''FayP he whispered.
At the old name-the name only one
had ever given her-the girl grew
deathly white.
"Fay!' he said again, sshave you nc
welcome for me after all these years?"
She opened her pale lips to answer
but the words of scorn she meant to utter
refused to come. Pride struggled des
perately with the suffocating feeling thai
was growing up about her heart, but in
vain. A veil o. darkness shut out from
her Leigh Creighton's face, and she fell
fainting in his arms.
s'Such ridiculous display observed
Mrs. Meredith the next morning. s']
expected, Fanny, more control on youl
part. I never saw such disgusted ex-
To all of which Miss Harlow an.
swered nothing.
Only when. the next afternoon, in
the twilight's dusk, the servant, with a
somewhat amazed expression on his
well-trained face, put into her hand
Leigh Creighton's card, she wrote upon
her own these words in answer, and
putting them in sealed envelope
bade the man return them to him:
''The one kindness you can do me is
to ignore the fact that we have ever
met before. It is my desire that we
shall never do so again"
And with these words she thought to
close the volume of her life's history.
The six weeks were drawing to close,
and May was growing uneasy on the sub
Ject of her wager. For the first time her
carefully sharpened arrows failed to hit
the destined mark; and although her
heart was not interested, her pride was.
and she determined anew upon conquest.
But with Fay the wager had been forgot
ten, as one afternoon she stole down into
the music room. Every one was out.
The house was deserted, as she sat down
at the piano, and let her hands play with
the keys. Had her brain invoked the
melody which followed, or was it the
spirit Of the past?
She had not played that air since she
had left the little parlor at the parson-
age, when another manly, strange voice
had mingled with hers. She began it
now, but the sweeter, softer memories it
brought, were more than she could bear.
She burst into bitter, checking sobs, and
the keys seemed to wall in harmony, as
her head fell forward upon them.
But the sound did not die away. An
other voice took it up and finished it to
the close, while she snbbed on. She did
not even wonder how he had come
there-did not even think of escaping
him. The misery of the present absorbed
and overwhelmed her.
s'Fay! little Fayr' he said, when
silence, except for her sobs, had fallen.
s"Teu me what all this cruel misunder-
standing has meant. all these years. You
used to love me, in that far-of time.
What has changed you?"
Used to love your the girl answered,
her indignation calming. "Do you dare
boast of it? Yes, I loved you; and when
my father died, and I was left alone,
looked for you to comfort me-looked
out in vain-untn my heart almost broke.
Then, picking up the paper one day, I
read in it the news of your marriage, and
gladly escaped the scorn of my own soul
by accepting Mrs. Meredith's offer. Has
your wife been long dead, Mr.. Creigh-
ton?"
Married? My wife dead?" the man
answered, aghast. "My darling, what a
mistake it has all been! I have never
married. It was some one who bore my
name; did not even know. Iwrote you
again and again, and as soon as possible
tried to find you. All in vain! You had
left no tf1eee behind. I was wretched,
and went abroad to try and forget you; :;
but could not. Fay, have found you
now, never, never to lose you again"
But May, returning from her afternoon
drive, and hearing voices in the music
room, suddenly hears the last carefully
prepared arrow in her quiver snap, as
she discovers picture older than any
even of the Oldest painters may have en-
deavored to transmit to canvas, and with
the discovery knows that she has lost her
wager.
MONTENEGRO WOMEN. of
all moral or social pleasures enjoyed by
her sex elsewhere, it might be fancied
that the women of the Black Mountain
would find IN her home a reward for the
hardships she endures, and for her un-
renting devotion to the men of her
family. Nothing of the kind. Within
the compass of the domestic walls the
men are even more brutal than despotic.
However careful the wife, the husband
finds q pretext for scolding and
orr, ,robl;no The wife who ramon sfrafas