Daily globe., 1880-07-18


all about him, the clustered flowers nod
ding on either side, young man comes
He is dressed in careless but perfect TASTE.
He is tall and handsome, and dark, but
there is bold light in the handsome
eyes-a careless expression like one con-
vinced he will be welcome, wherever he
goes, too often in his look. He can
make people like HIM if he chooses
that familiar manner says-and if he
does not choose, why, then, no matter.
He is not careless now. He walks up
10 Juliet and lays little knot of trag-
rantest, loveliest blush-roses still smell
ing of their early morning bath of dew,
in her lap.
He stoops over her and says in halH&
whisper:
Love them for the givers sake"
The blue eyes droop under his earnest
gaze. No wood-rose ever blushed love-
lier, fainter pink than she. Her eyes
were like meadow pool when the sun
light chases it. Then there was silence
for little time. while the sunlight seem
ed to gather round those two figures.
The scent of the lllacs came heavier on
the air, the great river at the foot of the
garden rolled past the broad stone steps
and Tapped the wall with soothing mur-
mur, while the heavy clank of chain
struck sharply on the restful air, as a
moored boat rose and tell softly with the
slow stir of the water.
Juliet pinned the knot of roses in her
breast.
"Well girls, shall we SO to the archery
grounds, or shall we try croquet? Let us
do something!''
Madge Colchester glances lrefully at
those two absorbed young figures. Har-
ry Templeton has forgotten her for the
moment, and her brow clouds over with
heavy frown.
The tickle group start at her word and
stream off down the avenue, round the
corner and out of sight. juliet rises du-
t1fully as hostess, and would follow them,
but Harry lays his hand on her arm.
'Do not go yet he entreated; and
impelled by something new in his voice
and look, she sank back into her chair.
He stood still, looking at her with that
new light in his handsome eyes. At sight
OF this flower-like loveliness, this fragile,
maiden sweetness, new-crowned, as it
were, with shy. wondering happiness;
all his artistic instincts were reused into
action. His love for exquisite form and
color was satisfied as 1t had never been
| before.
"How beautiful you arel" he said soft
ly, coming closer TO her.
when 1 go away, if bring back q
picture of you, painted as you are now,
you viii not be angry, will you? May 1?
Do not refuse mel
He took her hands in his.
81 love you, Juliet! Will you let me
love you always? Will you love me just
a little? I am so unworthy! And when
| I come back
"Are you going away?" 1t was all the
answer she could make.
''For a little. Will you welcome me
when I come back? Tell me that you
will! Alb, could live good life for
your sake! 1 would make you happy
He reads the answer she cannot speak
in her upllfted eyes. He stoops and
kisses, not the rose-leaf beauty of her
face, but reverently, tenderly, the rose
that nestles in her bosom.
"Juliet. Jullet!" voice cries shrill
and loud across the garden,
The startled couple involuntariiy draw
apart and look about them. In one of
the long narrow windows of the old, still
house, an aged woman stands, her. stern
gaze fixed on them. Even at that dis
tance the two lovers seem to feel the an
Cry fire of those fierce old eyes.
''Grandma is calling me-" talters Juliet,
starting confusedly away from Henry's
OBTAINING hand-"I must CO."
"May not I 60, too. Let me speak to
her-let me tell her of this before we say
good-bye.''
Juliet looks at him with perplexed en-
barrassment.
SIS it best to tell her 7a0w. I'm afraid
grandmamna does not like you, Harry
there is such strange look in her eyes,
sometimes, ,swhen you are here"
Harry smiled little; he, too, has noted
that queer manner of the old lady's, but
what matter whether he has her good
will ornet. A maglignant, self absorbed
old woman, what more natural than that
that she she should snatch at the few dull
DAYS of life remaining to her, with a
snarling envy OF those who wear the roses
Of youth that long ago faded on her
brows--white now with December snow
He tossed his hair back from his dark
handsome face with confident air.
sis it so necessary she should like me,
little one? But there, do not look so
grieved; will try to gain her goodwill,
for your sake"
sAh, no, Harry. not wholly for my
sake, but partly for your own too."
A long fight Of shallow stone steps
led up from the pavement to the balcony
where Madame Schuyler was standing.
Below was the river, the garden landing,
with the iron ring and chain where so
many pleasure boats had moored in other
days. Gay voices and light footstept had
echoed here, careless good-byes had been
spoken, and tender farewells breathed
under those bending boughs. Hot tears
had fallen, too, and passionate repinings
startled the summer singing birds in
their leafy hooks. And of ali this only a
dull echo, now wandered through the
lonely woman's heart.
did you call me, ,grandmamma?" ask
ed Juliet, timidly.
"Yes!' The answer was brief and
cold. The speaker stood-a stately, black
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