New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1880-07-04

intention of finding If anything had been out of
harmony If there had been any sayor OF bad taste
reelection. No, il was as perfect as the most las
tIdious could dream of all had been interpene-
trated with the essence of grace and spirituality
Then, from rehearsing the things which hhd
taken place, he rehearsed them merely for the de-
light of keeping her image before his eyes, her
voice abont his ears.
Four delicious evenings passed away in the same
manner, and then came bad news: they were leav-
ing Tomorrow for Torquay. She told him, with
smile, the doctors had said no time should be lost
They were to go. and at once, the east wind now
blowing being most injurious He was greatly
likely to be back again in London
We do not know. We cannot say. Perhaps
never
, You must not say that. Surely you will come
That will depend in great measure on how We
once agani ] am sure Mrs. Brooks would do any
thing she could for you. She is the most kind
hearted woman in the world
For an instant the habitual faint smile left the
face of the girl and her eyes half filled with tears
Her lips tTembled. and she said, In a low unsteady
voice, / am sure she would be kin to me. Every
one is so kind TO me. | am sorry have to 60 away;
But You will come back won't you he pleaded.
She looked up suddenly, with the brightest smile
he had ever seen ON her face saying. Perhaps
Life went back to its old course at Manville-
square. Some other people came and occupied the
rooms where she had been. Day after day Edwin
Cothurst watched the Summer rpen and the green
deepen in the foliage of the square. Day by day he
dreamed of her return. and of delicious evenings
spent within the charm of her voice. the magic of
her presence. As he drove in and out OF town. he
conjured with her Image until all the recesses of
his memory were filled up with pictures of her, lie
would have given anything he possessed TO write
to her, TO get single line from her but although the
period of their acquaintance had been long enough
for him TO fall in love il had not been long enough
to warrant him in asking to be allowed TO write.
The Summer waned and Autumn was Mt hand.
Still no word came from the guests OF June. Inc
rich green of the foliage was here and there
touched by the first forebOding finger of decay.
Morning found n hOar-frOst on the ground and
evening brought chilly dew. Old people avoided
the enclosure after sundown. and the delicate chose
the sunny side of the square. The buxcm honse-
maid had married the bakers man, and stood no
longer at the head of the area-steps with arm
akimbo The birds were getting reauy for Winter,
and saving up their songs to keep the cold ont.
IL in the November of last year. when the first
fine sitting Of fell out of the sulen sky. that
a letter came to Mrs. Brooks. 1t had black
border, was not in the same handwriting as the
former one and ran follows:
Dear Mrs Brooks, As you will gather from the
edge of this sheet. the worst has come. | hoped
against hope for days and months. 1t Is a heavy
trial. but Gods will be done. / hope to be with
you on Thursday next when l can tell yon all
Yours sincerely, HELEN GAY
Mrs Brooks looked at the mortuary card and put
the card and the letter back into the black Dor.
dered envelope. saying to herself, They were both
Helcns. Poor thing. we must be good to her. Poor
thingp
When Colthurst came home she told him the news.
He read the letter slowly: then said: We must do
all we can do for her. Yes, poor soul.
He took up the mOrtuary card, read il. stared
to his feet, and cried Good Cod it is the girl who
is deadp
No, nor
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