Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-05-11
N0bly Avenged.

Ills tktulus sl6llu-
ing beside the window, whispering to the
canary, that fluttered its gold-colored wings
and reached its bill for the lump of sugar
she held for it.
Maud. what was that young fellows
name who was down at Milton's Hotel last
summer--that handsome young chap that
used to come I'D here of evenings and
singl'
Maud felt little warm flush on her face,
and was conscious of curious little un-
steadineSs in her voice as she met the old
gentleman's eyes
Malcolm Carlyon," she answered, and
it seemed that her voice caressed the name
as only a woman's voice can caress the
name of the beloved-while a brighter, more
conscious flush warmed her cheeks.
"Yes-Malcolm Carlyonl l thought /
recognized the name. He's married, /
see."
And, as if Death had suddenly laid his
cold hand CT her, the lovely flush faded
sharply. leaving her as white as ever she
would be when that icy touch should come.
married. 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; but 1t was
very plainly recorded Malcolm
Carlyon, of Forest Dale, to Emile Rose
LINTON. daughter of James Pitt Lynton,
ESQUIRE, of the Laurels, Bristol-and she
had heard him speak of Miss Lynton many
time.
Well, 1t was the first keen sorrow of the
girls life, and she laid the paper down, and
went up to her room alone, and cr6d, and
sobbed, and wrIthed with this crully muir
dered love, that was the very first love her
girls heart had ever known-tnat was no
less 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 modesty-not
entirely hidden her sweet preference from
him. And he had gone away, leaving such
beautiful hopes In her heart, and now
He was maruedl
Up in her room she had her first fight
with her fate; and when, an hour or two
later, she came down into the parlor again,
she had silenced, conquered it-and Lau-
renee Glyn, stepping forward to meet her,
thought he had never seen her Look so fair,
and sweet, and subdued.
Il am so glad to find you at home and
looking more charming than ever, Miss
Tudor, though your cheek has lost its
roses"
'Pale2 Am 1. | think not. Perhaps
nv dress makes me appear so. L never
liked myself In any shade of gray"
He linked her arm Familiarity through
mis-. They had been friends for years
this rich, handsome man, who was twice
Maud's age, but who, for all his wealth, had
never touched the girls heart.
"And 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, undeserved
happinessi Can you love me, little one.
with the first, the pure love of your girlish
hearth She drew quick little breath,
then dropped her lovely eyes.
Il cannot see, why you want me, Lau-
renee; but if-you do"
And a month afterwards, when they
stood at the altar, Laurence Glyn' knew
nothing, suspected nothing OF the ashes
piled on the grave of the buried love in his
wife's heart-the love for Malcolm Carlyon
that had faded into cool, white ashes.
s.But can never forget him, Mrs. Lau-
renee Glyn said to her own heart can
never forget, and l will never forgive him!
NV turn will come.
A wear later still, Mrs. Malcolm Carlyon,
leaning on her husbands arm, asked him
who the elegant, distinguished lady was.
in black velvet and satin, and diamonds, to
whom General Howard was talkin
And on this his first social entertainment
since his return from abroad with his wiie,
Malcolm Carlyon looked on Mrs. Glyn
brilliant smiling face-the face he mad
tnoncht fairest, sweetest above all other
faces and that for few little days he had
almost decided to obtain for hls own, al
which to look, at the head of his table,
But, with pretty Maud Tudor, the Gar
Ivon liable would have been poverty stricken
compsrltively, for years, while Emllie
LvYton had fortune waiting for him &c
spend.
sWbo is she, Malcolml dow / do dis
like having to repeat question, and you
do act and look so mysteriously."
The small, waspish voice was beginning
to sicken him a,rcady. Months ago he hao
told himself what cruel wrong he mac
done himself in yoking for life to this dell
cate, fretfuI, pampered child Oh wealth.
and now, when he came SO snddeniJ upol
Maud Tudor-no, Mrs. Laurence Giyn-se
handsome, so brilliant and blooming
Well. such mistakes will go on beinf
made, SO long as human hearts are amoi
tious.
MIR. Carlyon looked indulgently down II
his wife's sallow, peevish face, his hear
throbbing just beat faster than was usual
THAT Mrs. Glyn, l believe heare
some one say" 40
s1Oh!' IN a relieved tone OF voice; =
thought, maybe, from your mysteriousnes'
and the way you looked, she might DC al