The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1881-02-15

aHouses and lsnds are gone for aye,
kith and hin like toe wild winds dee;
Life aud breath had nutpered away
Bat io'e hath bissioned etsraaily." f
--Roso Terry.
Guy Westcote sat on the sofa, indo
lentIy persuing the morning psper,
and ever and anon watching his fair
.belrothed, Berthe Sheldon, who sat
besides him lszily skeiching scuIpt-
ured Clytie on the nlanteh t
A handsome brunette in q pretty
houe dress OF black and scarlet, with
o knot OF scarlet buds at her throat
aud in her coronsl Of black hair, had
just entered the parlor.
"6hall We congratulate you,
6ophy9" asked Berlie, looking up
from her Clyte.
Sophy Ames shook her head with
a iiitle shrug that was meant TO ex-
press unspeakable pity for the re-
jccted lover whose departirg 8 loot
sleps even then were heard on the
cracking Ice OF the pavemenis outside.
"Ob, Sophyl thought you loved
him II calculated Berthe.
A bitter emile for All instant quiv-
cred across tho girls proud lips, and
then was gone.
II honor your decision, 6ophy,"
said Guy Wescote, looking mp from
his paper Clement is o fne fellow
very handsome. a rising young man,
and oil that sort Of thing but bis
parenlago is bad--viciously bad. !
would never marry one upon whose
ancestry there was STAIN"
"Not ii you loved herr" queried
BERTHE. smiling up into her face.
l could not love her, unless / had
been deceived aud, being deceived
my loyo Of courso would come
to an end,p
"Bui, suppose ,you had married
such q one before you knew Z" per
sisted Berthe, who was In the flush O
the sweet romance that has gilded al
our lives till twenty.
"The knowledge would be my
bane,'' answered her lover, "We
should both be miserable, and un
doubleday come to hate each other
ana eventually separate"
Bertie looked inefisbly shocked.
~ suppose T." she began.
"rhere, there, pet,' he interrupted
her, putlisg his soft, shapely hant
over her saucy lips; "you are oil ! de
sire. You haye come of race q
proud and pure as my own, and
shall love you alwaysl
Sophy Ames standing at tho win
dow, had heard II all. Her eye
were blazing, and her nervous finger
had torn, one by one, the scarlet bud
from her hair, and were SCATTERING
them in fragrant fragments oyer tn
velvet carpet. She was thinking 0
the few days by q summer sea whel
| Guy Wescote had whispered to he
sweet nothing on the moonhghte
strand before her seraph-faced cousi
BERTHE had come to spoil her dream
4 Shp had deemed him then NOR
than half her lover; and yet--al
well ! in the Laughing watching eye
on his new love, he could speak Z
the past as we sll speak Of thin
that was but the tritc pleasures ofs
hour.
4 "How Is auntie I" she asked, Grove
ing down her agitation. and turnin
quietly enough toward Ber,ie an
her lover.
"Oh, mamma is much better. Sh
says she win be quite we'll to-moI
row."
The words had scarcely left he
lips, when the door opened suddenl,
servant, with white scared fac
summoned BERTHE hurredly TO Il
chamber Of the rich, sristocratic an
widowed Mrs. Sheldon.
She was lying back among the pi
lows, gasping for breath, and thel
was an ashy pallor on her waste
face, and al nnearthly look in HI
disnmiug eyes that Bertie knew 4
stinclly only camo with death.
"Kissme farewell, my child; I a
going fast,' she mnrmured. "Af
!. now 60 and cali Sophy. She and h
good doctor here must be with n
'4lene for a, time"