Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-11-13
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xviii he stand the test p; she whispered
brokenly as she opened the door, and her
heart answered YES She opened the
door and confronted him.
He had expected different figure it is
true, but he did not start, nor was there
any look of surprise in his naughty face.
He had not moved in society too long for
that sort of thing. But he knew man and
woman-kind too we'll to care for exterior
beauty. 1t was the soul he was looking
after. That contralto voice had gone to
his heart. and had she been ten times as
ugly he would have thought none the less
of her.
Enough that he stood the test nobly.
They talked together for am hour, and
when he went she had taken his apples
and his heart. After that they met often
in the hazy summer nights, and each time
he left her more in love with the winning
peasant girl, as he supposed her in her
nut brown coffee sack, blue glasses and
sun bonnet. But the st. Johns always
were a noble race.
One night the old, old story was told to
florence Constance POmmerv. st. John
asked her TO be his "You have trusted
me nobly," she whispered. ''You have
stood the test as my heart told me you
would. Let me confess. have lived a
double life. am not what / seem. Can
you trust me a little longer?''
.'Forever,'' he cried in rapturous
tenor. bending down his classic profile.
"Then in one week I will be thine, -
she whispered. Zone week from to-day
meet me at the church door, and | will
give myself to you
He started. flush came over his noble
cheek. Something like a curse escaped
his naughty lips.
''But-my darling.l T. there was anguish
in his voice as he continued. i have no
money to fee the minister. 1t is the truth.
A st. John never lies"
Archly she spoke: Get him to put il
on tick, Clarence, dearest
"Ah, true | never thought Of that. -
Then once again he strained her to his
manly breast and strobe away. There
was storm in the air. Wild clouds
scudded across the sky, but st. John was
calm. His was perfect love.
The days passed on. The appointed
time arrived. Clarence Claude st. John
stood on the church portal, one supple
hand shading his wondrous eyes. Pride
and sorrow blended in his EXPIRE 5sion OF
his noble face. rs CHANGING down ut his
boot he perceived large proportion OF
his gray stocking protruding hungrily
Such Is life, and little did dream of
this III these happy days gone by. A st.
John with n hole in his boot But away
with retrospect-herc she comes, my
hearts darling"
Could that be she. that queenly creature
gliding toward him. in shimmering robes,
beieweled, and hands and face of perfect
beauty Where was the sun-bonnct
What had become Of the glasses, the coffee
sack. the blotched skin In moment
she had told HIM all. With Il low SIGH
for the simple rustic girl who had engaged
his love. and heartfelt thanksgiving for
this lovely metamorphoses, he clasped her
in his arms and forgot the hole in his
boot
In the most fashionable quarter of New
York is a stately mansion. In that man
sion live Mr.. and Mrs. Clarence Claude
Pommery st. John. They are happy.
We have done Farewell.
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