Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-05-05

pecIeO! Or was 1t mere Whlm, be-
cause she was weary of being worship
ed, and wanted to have the novel SEN
sation of finding herself on the soliciting
side? can not say; but, at all
| events, she did it-how effectually and
lastingly no one knew until years after
ward. Meanwhile, it may be remarked
that she and Camlion did not make their
appearance at Harvard Hall, where
Fred waited for them until his patience
was exhausted. On the contrary they
kept together by themselves all the rest
of the day and evening; and it was not
until the illuminations were over, and
most of the merry makers dispersed,
that Bolton came across them wander
ing arm-in-arm under the trees at the
| outskirts of the college grounds. They
met his rather discomi ted greeting COM
| posedly.
81 thought you two must have de-
camped for good!n he exclaimed, with
| a reproachful look at the lady. ''You
know, Miss Capel, you were engaged to
| dance the first waltz with me at the hall,
and afterward to come to my spread,
and"
81 found better employment, inter-
rupted Miss Capel, with glance of
superb insolence.
Her white hands, which Bolton no.
ticed were ungloyed, were clasped over
Camlion's mighty arm, and now she
looked up at him, in the bright moon
light, with what seemed to Bolton an
expression of secret intelligence. Cam
lion bent toward her and said something;
but in so low tone that Bolton did not
catch it. Miss Capel then turned to the
Lott ,,,In ID ,,olxv hot hor
he knew where her brother was.
81 came to escort you to him." was
Belton's reply.
She allowed her hands lingeringly to
leave Camlion's arm; they confronted
each ether for moment; their eyes
meeting.
"Don't forget,'' she said to him at
length, almost in a whisper.
| 81 shall be there" he answered, lift
| ing his hat as he spoke.
After another pause she turned away
from him slowly and began to move
toward the college, quite ignoring Bel
| ton, who nevertheless walked beside
her. He addressed several remarks to
| her, to which she vouchsafed no answer
whatever. AT last, being piqued, he
said:
eWell, Miss Capel, hope you've en-
joyed your visit to Harvard and like the
| men you've met here"
IS have met only one man here,' she
| replied, facing him imperiously. And
this was all he got from her that even
ing.
Next morning Camlion was not at
| breakfast, but some hints of his. adven-
ture of the previous evening leaked out,
and Bolton had to sustain good deal of
| chaff about the manner in which he had
| been 6 cut OUT As for Miss Capel, it
was known that she was staying with
her father and brother at the fremont
House in Boston. After breakfasting,
curiosity or idleness carried me around
to Camlion's rooms. was surprised
to find him hurriedly packing his trunk,
his usually healthy looking countenance
very pale and drawn. I asked him
what was the matter.
elm going home," he said. CT got
| a telegram this morning
| very bad has happened to my father"
l muttered my sympathy. Presently he
| resumed: 'sYou were introduced to
to Miss Capel, think? Will you see
| her before she goes, and tell her-say I
| would have come if it had been possible;
and hope 1 may see her again some
| day?"
promised, wondering, that I would
do what he asked, aud soon after I babe
him good-by. We did not meet again
for some years. When | called on the
Capels to deliver his message, they were
not in, and did not have another OPP
portunity of discharging my commits
sion. In the course of a few days the
| newspapers contained the information
that, something having gone wrong in
the banking house of which Camlion's
father was manager, the latter had COM
mitted suicide.
| "By Jove!" exclaimed Fred Bolton,
4 when he heard the report, IS / almost
wish it had been me! Dear old Cam
lioni"
| When Camlion and found ourselves
| together again at the outbreak of the
| war, he was much matured in appear
ance, though his boyish simplicity and
gen,leness were unchanged. I have
heard, in vague way, that he had de-
voted himself, not without success, to
paying off the liabilities which his I'M
happy father had incurred. But contact
with men and the world, and the hearty
pre-occupation of his struggle to atone
for the sins of the dead, instead of en-
differing him, had brought his strong
nature a more cheerful frame; and his
quiet geniality made his companionship
more than ever delightful to me. But
once, when asked him, half jocularly,
whether he had no thoughts of getting
married, he looked at me very gravely,
and answered, in his deep. straightfor-
ward voice:
ST never met but one woman whom
I could have married, and I gave her
up long ago. Do you remember Miss
Capel?"
This led to my telling him how his
message had failed to reach her; and
the intelligence seemed to produce q
great effect upon him. He murmurea
to himself several times, s'That may have
been the reason" and thereafter became
totally uncommunicative on the subject
do not know whether Fred Bolton ever
heard of this conversation; but for my
own part the stirring events that were