, 1880-05-17


ing after his college Jabors at s.,
found it very pleasant to amuse him.
self by winning the heart of the village
maiden.
And see, never dreaming that he was
trifling, gave him all her simple, trust
ing heart. To be sure he had not
pleaded his love in words; but did not
those fond glapces from the darkest and
tenderest of eyes, the passionate clasp
of his hand, tell her more than mere
words could tell p? How ready is woman
to trust mans fond looks and caressing
voice! But his eyes will cease to cast
tender love glances, the hand grow
cold, and the caressing voice estranged.
No warning came to Helen Kingsly
during those brief summer days. Oh,
where was her guardian angel, that
whisper of the future had not been
waited to her?
Horace Beauchamp was the only
child of fond mother and worldly
father, who being a millionaire. built
many proud hopes in his son. Horace
had Just finished his college career with
brilliant honors, and, longing for rest
before entering upon the busy scenes
of business life and the excitement of
fashionable society, he sought this rur-
al village for such a retreat; but, as it
seemed rather monotonous, he passed
the time as best 10 could by little
Irritation with the. .prettiest girl in the
village.
But when the time came for his re-
turn to the city, he found, to his dis
may, that the airtation had gone little
further than he intended, for he found
that Helen loved him; so, not knowing
any other way to break the affair off, he
resolved to strike the blow at once by
telling Helen he must return imme2i-
ately to his home. At first she did not
comprehend his meaning when he made
his farewell, which was cold and con-
strained; but as he talked, the truth
slowly dawned upon her; then all her
pride came to her aid, and he, thinking
her calmly spoken good-by was from
her heart, contented himself with the
belief that he was mistaken in thinking
this village maiden loved him.
Meanwhile, Horace Beauchamp had
arrived at his home in the busy city,
and the weeping girl at the gate was
forgotten. .
Five years passed away, bringing
many changes. Death had visited the
cottage of the Kingslys, and carried
away the mother, leaving Helen to the
care of an aunt, who was a wealthy
widow living in the city. She fastened
to the village, and, as soon as the funeral
was over, took Helen to her own home,
and tried by every means to make the
lonely orphan forget the great loss
which she had suffered.
For four years Helen studied hard at
French, music and instructive litera-
ture. Painting and dancing were added
to the fashionable accomplishments in
which she tried hard to succeed.
At the age of twenty-one her aunt
introduced her into fashionable soci-
ETY., in which Helen shone as a star !;
and, although year had passed since
that event, she still reigned as an ac-
knowledged belle. During her first
season she met Horace Beauchamp quite
often. They greeted one another as
friends, and for some time past he had
become her attendant to almost all the
places of amusement that she attended.
At the opera or in the ballroom he was
always at her side. Her rare beauty,
now fully developed. made deep i'm
preston on the thoughtless young man.
and he tried by every attention to erase
from her memory the recollection of
their meeting that summer five years
ago.
She gave him every reason to think
that she preferred his company to that
of all the gentlemen who followed in
her train for beauty always has many
admirers. They were pointed out by
the world as engaged, and Helen's
friends congratulated her on the con-
quest but she only smiled, q little bit
terly, perhaps. They knew not that
Helen Kingsly, SO amiable and sweet
tempered, was working out plan of
revenge to punish the man who had SO
cruelty trided with her. She led him
on, knowing that he truly loved her
now, forgetting all else but this one
purpose. But the end was drawing
nigh !; her task was almost finished.
September had come again, and the
leaves presented fine collection of
autumn beauties. Evening shades were
fast gathering over the busy city ; the
moon had already begun its course in
the heavens.
Helen Kingsly was standing on the
veranda of her aunt's elegant resi-
dence. She was waiting for some one,
and her restless manner revealed her
impatience at the delay.
Suddenly footstep sounded near
her, and turning around, she beheld
Horace Beauchamp. With a bright
smile she welcomed him, saying
expected you before, Mr.. Beau
champ. Your note asked nae to be home
at eight, and now it is nearly nine.'