The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1880-05-12
be hade me good night be whisper

be hade me good night be whisper.
ed:
II never saw you look 30 hand.
some, Claudio F.; | love you ss ] never
did bciore.n
He shook hands with Mabel, aud
then went away to the city, promis.
ing to come and finish his visit at
Rose Cottage He had been called
sway on business two days before,
and he had driven down from the
city to see me because he said be
missed me.
"Well, Mabel" | questioned after
we were alone, "how do you like Earl
Vincent ?p
"He is perfectly elegant, said Ma.
bel, brightly "He is just the courte-
Gus gentleman l would like to have
for a lover.n
"Maybe you can captiva,e him,
Mabel said laughingly. l was
full Of happiness and could joke with
my beautiful companion.
Perhaps | csn. 1t might not be o
difficult task, Claudio. / have won
many mans heart, just pour passsr
la temps"
mabel, how could you 2" nv smile
died away in frown, l did not like
to hear her so heartless.
Easily enough. Claud, you know
| never do thing unless it is done
fright, little display Of my dimples,
fattery and soft nonsense, then the
work is done, eh, Claude ?ts
1--WE had better retire." l said
briefly. Il do not want 20 discuss a
subject know nothing aboutsn
We reached the winding stairway,
and Mabel laughed in my face be-
cause / was provoked with her.
Ville ron mon taie, II Ue," said she
mockingly; shall escort you to your
room mon amt ?n
"Do hush your idiotic French,
Nab, an tired OF your gibbersge-
goodnight, Mabel"
She put her bare white arm around
my neck and kissed me-
Don't be cross Claud." she coax
ed, 81 was only in fun, you know
am all French, the accent isn't off my
voice vet, but l will try not to speak
in my foreign language again to you
good night" ~
She fitted away, like white shsd-
ow; and did not see my contemptu-
Gus smile at her slightly accented
voice and French manners l laid
down on my bed and could not sleep.
| thought of Earl and then of Mabel's
flower-like beauty that green-eyed
monster, jealousy, was already tug
ging at nv heart-strings, bat at last.
the god of sleep overcome me, and !
slept until the summer sun was high
in the heavens
Mabel and | took drive in nv
pony-phatoD, after breakfast. / could
not help loving her. with her childish
ways and even her little sentences of
French had to be excused, she was SO
lovely and wilful. That evening Earl
came again. l was singing at the
piano, and Mabel was standing be-
side me, ever and anon her sweet
low alto chimed in with my rich
notes
"You two would make your for
tunes on the stage" said Earl, com.
ing forward "If your magnificent
voices would not draw a crowd your
faces and forms would"
Mabel laughed
She wac used to compliments-I
was not-and my dark eyes flashed
With pleasure.
"Will you play for me, Miss Stu
art ?" said Earl. IL would like to
hear you"
arose from the piano, and Mabel
sat down and began singing a sweet
little love song from Martha l
stood at the open window, watching
the two; the song was finished, but
they were talking and laughing to-
getber, forgetting l was present.
"Will you walk on the eerands
with me, NJ. Vincent? 1t is just love-
ly out there"
Mabel's words, although softly spo-
ken souDde d in my ears like death
knell, and Earl's reply did not tighten
my heart any.
81 would be more than pleased"
be said, eagerly. "If Claude will ex-
cuse Us, or perhaps you will go too,
my black-rohed nun 7"
Thank you," l said, coldly, "such
an invitation is not cordial | will
stay where am Certainly, l will
excuse you both"
They went ont then, arm in arm,
and my face paled with sudden
fear, when l heard Mabel's silvery
laugh, floating on the still night air.
That night my trouble began.
Earl game to stay at my home un-
til be should go home for good-then
be would take his wife with him, and
which would it be, Mabel Stuart or
|. But my mind was soon at rest
why should say rest, when l never
knew any peace:
IL was a sultry moonlight night in
the latter part of July all day had
been victim to the headache, and
heartsche, too, if | must be truthful !;
| knew it must be cooler where the
flowers hloomed, and the trees moved
their branches in the warm, misty
breeze; | went out the side door; |
knew Mabel and Earl were 10 the
parlor, and did not care to be seen, as
| only wore a cool white cashmere
negtigee, fastened at the waist with
scarlet cord aud tassell that looked
like blood in the serene white moon
light.
sauntered around the garden un-
til my robe was wet with evening
dew. 1 was tired and Sat down on q
low garden chair completely conceal
ed by trailing vines and pink roses !;
my heart acbed, | knew that Earl's
love was no longer mine, and !, the
proud, the cold and naughty Cisudie
Morris, was tired of living. vet had
my father to live for, and my besuii-
full cottage home.
My reverie was broken by bearing
voices 80 close, yet, could moi see
who il was.