The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-10-07

WIN the reflection, mo, it was as perfect as the
most Iastldlous could dream of-aIl had been in
terpenetrated with the essence of grace and spirit
Then, from rehearsng the things which had
taken place, he rehearsed them merely for tbe de-
light of keeping her image before his eyes r.
voice about his ears. > 80 '0i
-Four delicious evenings passed away in the same
manner and then came bad news; they were Ieav-
ing tomorrow for Torquay. She told him with a
smile, the doctors had said no time should be lost
They were to 90, and at once, the east wind now
blowing being most injurious. He was greatly
grieved they were going so soon and asked when
they were 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
back again"
THAT will depend, in a great measure on how
we get on at TOrquayn
"But you-yOu will surely come back to see us
once again? ? | am sure Mrs Brooks would do
anything 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 filed with tears
Her lips trembled, and she said in low, unsteady
voice:
81 am sure she would be kind to me. Every
one Is so kind to me. am sorry have to 90
awav.0
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 may; I'll try. Now, goodbye
Life went back to its Old course at Manville
| rooms where she had been. Day after day Edwin
/ Colthurst watched the Summer ripen and the
/ green deepen i'm 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
I magic of her presence. A. he drove i'm and out of
town, he conjured with her image until all the
cesseS OF his memory were filled up with pictures
] OF her. lie would have given anything he pos
sessed 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 i'm love, it had
I ON fTt4r rfIrlth in
I-be allowed to write
The Summer waned and Autumn was at hand
Still no word came from the guests of June. The
/ rich green of the foliage was here and there
touched by the first foreboding finger of decay.
! Morning found a hOar-fTO-t on the ground and
/ evening brought chilly dew. Old people avoided
I the enclosure after sundown, and the delicate
chose the sunny side of the square The buNOm
housemaid had married the bakers man, and
stood no longer at the head Of the area-stepS with
/ arms akimbo. The birds were getting ready for
Winter and saving up their songs to keep the cold
out.
! 1t was in the November of last year, when the
first fine sitting of snow fell out of the Sulen sky,
/ that letter came to Mrs. Brooks. 1t had black
\ border, was not in the same handwriting the
former one, and ran as follows:
Dear Mr. BroohAs you viii gather from the edge OF
Iay~ and months Il is heavy ral. hut Gods Viii be
/ tell YOU all Yours sincerely. HELEN GAY
| Mrs. Brooks looked at the mortuary card and
/ put the card and the letter back into the black
/ bordered envelope, saying to herself:
"They were both Helens. Poor thing, we must
/ be good to her. Poor thing ~
! When ColthurSt came home she told him the
news. He read the letter slowly; then said:
1--WE must do all we can for her.
'Ycs, poor soul
He took up the mOrtuary card, read it, stared at
it, stared at Mrs. Brooks, dropped it, staggered to
Good God it is the girl who is deadw
/ "NO, no -
"Yes. Aged eighteen" -Tinsiey's Magazine.