The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1880-07-09

| my life is sad and lonely one. Oh, let 1t
be lesson to you.
Tears shone in the dark eyes of Walter,
and, with rapid movement, he was by my
side with outstretched hands, saying:
'Oh, Elssl have your secret at last.
Elsa, deOr cousin Elsa, you once loved my
cousin Robert Do not shake your head,
am sure oft; and that is why you are mo-
ping your life away here, and why Robert
stays away from home so long
DO not speak of this, Walter, said, ca
gerly casping his hands. IF you have any
regard for me, do not speak of it to-to-'
'Whom?' he replied.
TO him. replied.
TO Roberl?' said he.
bowed my head.
1T shall be as you wish, he answered, +,
very thoughtfully.
And now let us talk of Georgie,' ssid
anxious to turn the conversation into a
new channel.
And what of her?' asked Walter, grow
ing chilly as all iceberg at the mere mention
of her name.
she loves you,' | repeated.
That remains to be seen,' was the crusti-
ly given reply.
And may prove it to your l asked
will you allow yourself to be convinced?'
IF l cannot help it, most certainly was
the answer.
Aud will you trust everything to me, and
do as bid you?'
Even as you wish, Miss Counselor, he re-
piled.
Then you may be as happy as you
choose, for l am certain of my success, |
said
Walter shook his head moodily, but l saw
: that there was new light in his eye, and in
ed in what told him. And so we parted.
Il have letter containing news from
Walter Marston, written by a friend of his,
| said, in a matter-of-fact tone to Georgi'
Abbott, as she fingered by my side after les
sons were ever. 1T is very sad, too-very
sad. But excuse me, you wish to know some
, thing of your French lesson. Ho man!
a pages did give you to TRANSLATED?
looked up from my book as | asked th'
? question. George was clinging hold of I
. chair, lookir g as pale as the muslin rose sh
wore. The pallor of her face frightened me
r although ] assumed an air of indifference
and assured her that the next days transla
n tion was exceedingly easy.
o will you go up to my room with meT
I ask, rising and locking my desk.
No, no; do not gop she half gasped. TIE
me what you know of Walter
'Oh, of Walter, said l. Didn't fms
e telling you about him? Why, he says, c
, rather his friend writes for him, that if an
=. of his friends at Somerville House. wish
n see him they must go to Cadlands at onc'
!. That is all.
n All, Miss HERBERT she cried. 'Al?
it not enough in heavens name? When di
you receive the letter.
Yesterday morning, replied.
>, And are you not going to him9' 81
. asked.
Il fear shall not be able to co. l replie
~ coolly.
10 And is this your cousinly love and frien
'e ship for him p said George; this your 81
" terly tenderness that congeals into ice VIII
u, he is most need of your sympathy and kin
~ ness? May be delivered from all such.
You are getting excited, Miss Abbot" !"
10 remarked. you are one of Mr.. Ma
y, tons friends, why do you not go to hin
NJ But she did not degn me an answer,
~ with curling lip and cheeks like the pale
" les of the valley that hung upon her boso
as she swept from the room,
- Il wonder what will be her next step?
- said, mentally; so | followed her mood
-, from the schoolroom. will she go to w
:. ter alone, will her pride allow her to
A. that?
,to A letter for you, Miss Herbert said NJ
6. Abbott at that moment, coming sudde
~ upon me. Il have had it in my possess
nd since this morning. My neglect is quite
7 excusable, am well aware
l. With an eagerness / could not we'll
ks count for, took the letter from her hs
sb- and turned unceremoniously into the roo
nd had left. The address on it was in the
ak miliar handwriting of Walter Marsi
raw Why did | tremble to break the seal9 W
md fingers that seemed 10th to do my biddin
tore it open and read:
bed DEAR ELSA: Co me to Cadlsnd at Of
nto have not time to explain, only fyou v,
the the happiness of a human heart or car
rri- prolong for a few days one human life, co
uld Yours truly, WALTER MARsTo,
ped What did it mesn2 Whose life cou
prolong2 Whose happiness insure by q
IS | to Cadlands9 Was it a littl1 hoax of Y
nor ters2 No, i. colud not be; the note was
earnest and emphatic for that besides
xed, freak was not at all like one of his. Hadl
visit ert returned9 No, that was not possible
nam but few weeks before had been told
he was in Italy. i was in maze of d