Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1881-07-14

Miss Tudor, though your cheek ha
lost its roses"
"Pale? AMI? think not. Per
haps my dress makes nae appear SO
I never liked myself in any shade o
gray"
He linked her arms familiarly
through his. They have been friend
for years-this rich, handsome man
who was twice Maud's age, but who
for all his wealth, had never touched
the girls beart.
And l like you in anything, my
dear Maud. l have come to you to
night purposely to ask you to BE- my
wife My darling. am l to have tina
great undeserved happiness? Car
you love me, little one, with the FIRST
the pure love of your girlish heart?'
She drew quick little breath, the,
dropped her lovely eyes.
II cannot see, why you want me
Laurence; but if.-you do"
And month afterwards when they
stood at the altar, Laurence Glyr
knew nothing, suspected nothing o.
the ashes pilel on the grave Of tht
buried love in his wife's heart--the
love for Malcolm Carlyon that aad
faded into cool, white ashes.
"But | can never forget him." Mrs
Laurence Glyn said to her own heart
II can never forget, and will never
forget him | My turn will come"
A year later still, Mrs. Malcolu,
Carlyon, leaning on her husbands
arm, asked him who the elegant, dis
tinsuished lady was, in black velvet
and satin, and diamonds, to whom
General Howard was talking
And on this bis frat social enter
talnment since his return from abroad
with his wife, Malcolm Carlyon look.
ed on Mrs. Glyn'u brilliant, smiling
fsce-that be had thought fairest
sweetest above all other faces, and
that for few little days be had al.
most decided to obtain for his own, at
which to look, at the head of his table
But with pretty Maud Tudor the
Carlyon table would have been power.
ty stricken comparatively, for years,
while Emile Lynton had a fortune
waiting for him to spend.
who is she, Malcolm? How do
dislike having to repeat a question,
and you 10 act and look 50 myster-
iously."
The small, waspish voice was be
ginning to scken him already. Months
ago he had told himself what crue
wrong he had done himself in yokint
for life to this delicate, fretful, pam
pered child of wealth, and now, whel
he came 80 sud denly upon Maud Tu
dor-no, Mrs. Laurence Glyn-s'
handsome, so brilliant and blooming.
Well, such mistakes will 90 on be
ing made so long as human hearts ar
ambitious.
Mr.. Carlyon looked indulgentl.
down in his wife sallow, peevish face
his heart throbbing just beat taste
than was usual.
What? Mrs. Glyn, I believs
heard some one say
"Oh + in relieved tone of voice
II thought, maybe, from your mys
teriousness and the way you looked
she might be an old fame Of yours
Why, Malcolm, she does know you !
For General Howard, with the fai
queen of beauty aud fashion on hi
arm, was coming towards them, Mrs
Glyn smiling graciously.
ut surely is Mr.. Carlyon, she said
as she gave him hel hand. I'VE wer
old friends, l think" she added, cold
ly courteous; and Malcolm Carlyon'
heart gave dull, smothered thret
as be thought how completely she hae
forgotten the little episode in he
life.
ut is like a woman, to put such
memory forever out Of her life, b
thought bitterly, as she passed on, a
if further unconscious of his eXistanct
II think l shall 60 home" Mrs
Carlyon said, imperiously. There
nothing here to amuse ne, and ian
cied Herbert was not as we'll as usua
when nurse took him to put him t
sleep. Get my wraps, Malcolm, an
&,I,> ,,o Lo,oo "