The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1881-07-22


The summer days fitted by like sun
beams, each more perfect than the pre-
ceding.
Leslie saw Wilma Darlington daily.
Six weeks of acquaintance had made no
difference in the perfect, gentle courtesy
she accorded him I; there was not shade
ortinge Of interest in her manner, though
they read and talked and sang together
every day. Infinitely worthy of his
most reyerential thoughts, he found her
more charming in conversation she
filed the void that every life Graves,
however replete in it's own resources, to
the conclusion Of all else.
Insidiously creeping into every fiber
! of his being, he felt the want of her to
have and to cherish for his own. to
teach that love was no myth, to melt
that icy coldness that enveloped her.
He dared not speak; the steady glance
Of her wonderful eyes checked him
whenever he essayed any word that
could reveal the wild love of his heart,
and that each hour 'sgrew with it's
growth -~and strengthened with it's
strength"
She favored him in that she rranted
him her society; she even 81 oed, in
her oWr silent way, to enjoy lis ele-
vating, ennobling association, that drew
them, through the medium of books and
song, into intellectual converse with the
giant minds Of many long since passed
into the infinite beyond, leaving only
phantom ghosts of vanished genius.
He was reading those passionate, long
| ing heart words from s1nfeicia".
In from the night
The storm wind is lifting its arms to the sky
Friend ofmy heart draw near tonight,
And if you love me, answer me, oh, answer
me r
He gave her quick, stealthy glance.
Such look of mortal agony as the
white face borei He could not endure
it; he sprang to his feet.
'Miss Darlington, he pleaded, edo
you intend always to merit your title of
man hater ~
eyes, Mr.. Murdoch p the violet eyes
met his in infinite scorn, the voice was
ven-toned.
Would nothing convince you that
honor and tfIth and manhood exist in
this life, That love is not demon to
mock and torment your
mo, Mr.. Murdock = there was not
sign TO indicate that the words had
touched her ssshall we go on?''
s.Oh, Miss Barrngtonl" Leslie Mur-
docks book drorAed unnoticed. odon't
SO wrong Yours 7 NAV never hone
for your dear favor, I may only struggle
b1inrl1v oefai1,sf n, n xur, frII.r o,,I love
you as I ever expected to love mortal
woman, with no hope Of return As
well ask &star to shine on my bosom
but whal IN have turned a heart to ada
rnant thai could swear was once warm
end lovi5 to be companion to such
wd 4 ii you ! do not
seq but by that great
To- a. Z, 81 g saa , placa ia your
heaFS nae be your friend.
:. W.al.' & ~ up nef nand Ialntly 10 Ward
u 9n Dne aoel, PASSIONATE ,( Woros as u
sney VET ie.e sDlow. ne nrst nusn ne
had eyer seen covered ner face, sue
cesaea sss os 9 aessh-llke pallof. -,
2hs 1alfheu nom nm steaaliy ana
wisnu1e~ .aIl sns llad = ~ llao eaAen genIly'
IL y lnposslple' she sald. softly.
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'l'ssv Ao1'
Ine lnexpilcaple mystery was there;
be u Wnat u might, ne could only yearn
after, pity and love the woman who mad
SAID 70 hlm nay as gently as she could
nave granted MS request, with the gloom
and snaoow OF SAD years looking from
nef luminous eyes ana pleaoln8 ior Tor
giyenesS.
Fnde, 700, neid place IN MS neart.
= VIII plde my Time, ne TOLD nlm-
sell slladl WIN ner commence some
day.
He avoided her sedulously for three
days. At the close of the last, with the
old, restless longing upon him, he walked
the moonlit paths till long after mid
night, then, wakeful, he lay, determin-
ing to go away and forget.
'sThat I at my years should-great
heavens !"
He sprang up wildly, with suffo-
eating sense of smoke about him.
The wide halls were filed with it. It
writhed about him in curling wreaths.
binding and choking him.
For the NEXT hour he battIed furiousIv.
hall delirious in his mad efforts to save
the life he loved, unconscious OF the
brave workers on eyery hand who
struggled to save the terror-stricken
pleasure seekers. and this gem on the
seaside. ssTsland Home. from the angry
Jaws of the demon.
He only knew that at last. faint and
weary, he held the death-liRe form Of
wilma harrington to bia heart ber oar.
ments burned and darkened One fair
hand ana arm were HANGING useless from
the torn sleeve from which he had
crushed tbe fire. broad line of scarlet
+, wing pitifnllv across it's marble white
ness where 4 tongue Of fame had
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