The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1881-05-28
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NoBLY AVENGED.

Uncle Harry Suuueniy luoAto w AAohA
his evening paper at the beautiful girl
standing beside the window, whispering
to the canary, that Huttered its gold-eolOr-
ed wings and reached its bill for the lump
of sugar she held for it.
nMaud, what was that young fellow S
name who was down at Milton's Hotel
last summer-that handsome young chap
that used to come up here Of evenings and
sing?"
Maud felt little warm flush on her
face, and was conscious of curious little
unsteadiness 10 her voice as she met the
old gentleman's eyes.
malcolm Carlyon, she answered, and
it seemed that her voice earessed the name
-as only a woman's voice can earess the
name Of the beloved-while brighter,
more conscious flush warmed her cheeks.
@Yes-Malcolm Carlyon l thought l
recognized the name. He is married |
see"
And, as if Death had suddenly laid his
cold hand on her, the lovely flush faded
sharply, leaving her as white as ever she
would be when that icy touch should
come.
aMarried? Married? 1t can't be true.
1t must be some other CarlyOn.'
She reached out for the paper, her sur
prise, her dismay, in her eyes; bat it was
very plainly recorded there-'Maleolm
Carlyon, Of Forest Dale, to Emile Rose
Lynton, daughter of james Pitt Lynton,
Esquire, of the Laurels, Bristol-and she
had heard him speak of Miss LyntOn many
a time.
Well. il was the first keen sorrow Of the
girls life, and she laid the paper down,
and went up to her room alone, and cried,
and sobbed, aud writhed with this cruelty
murdered love, that was the FIRST love her
girls heart had ever kaoWn-taat was no
less a pain to her to endure that Malcolm
Carlyon had not in SO many words told her
he loved her.
For, in hundred ways, he had shown
her that she was dearest to him, and she
had--for all her maidenly mOdcsty-no'
entirely hidden her sweet preference from
him. And he had gone away, leaving
such beautiful hopes in her heart, and
now
He was married
Up in her room she had her first fight
with her fate; aud when an hour or two
later. she came down into the parloF again
she had silenced, conquered it-and Lau
renee Glyn, stepped forward to meet her
thought he had never seen her look so fair
and sweet, and subdued.
81 am so glad to find you at home and
looking more charming than ever, Mis-:
Tudor, though your cheek has lost its
roses. =
4sPaIe? Am /? | think not Perhaps
my dress makes me appear so. nevel
liked myself in any shade of gray"
He linked her arms familiarly through
his. They have been friends for years
this rich, handsome man, who was twic'
Mauds age, but who, for all his wealth
had never touched the girls he2rt.
aAnd / like you in anything, my dear
Maud. | have come to you tonight pur
posely to ask you to be my wife! My dar
ling, am to have that great, undeservec
happiness? Can you love me, little one
with the first, the pure love of your girl
ish heart?" She drew a quick little breath
then dropped her lovely eyes.
Il cannot see, why you want me, Lau
renee; but if-yOu do"
And month afterwards, when they
stood at the altar, Laurence Glyn knew
nothing, suspected nothing of the ashe
piled on the grave of the buried love il
his wife's heart-the love for Malcolm
Carlyon that had faded into cool, whit
ashes.
aBut / can never forget him, Mrs
Laurence Glyn said to her own heart
Il can never forget, aud will never for
himl My turn will come"
A year later still, Mrs. Malcolm Carlyon
leaning on he husbands arm, asked hin
who the elegant, distinguished lady was
in black velvet and satin, and diamonds
to whom General Howard was talking.
And on this his first social entertain
meut since his return from abroad Will
his wife, Malcolm Carlyon looked OF
Mrs. Glyn's brilliant, smiling faee-th'
he had thought fairest, sweetest above al
other faces, and that for few little day
he had almost decided to obtain for hi