New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-05-25
20 forget for ever!

30 forget for ever!
Ross Cumnor did not understand the
meaning of the word "deceit." In all
his life he had never deceived or be-
trayed any one. He had never told a
falsehood, nor had he ever affected that
which he did not feel. Lady Viola had
long been his chosen friend and play
fellow; but he had never flirted with
her. It had been a very honest, kind
ly affection; and he was vexed with
himself now that he had neglected her
even for a few minutes.
"What shall / find for you, Violap''
he asked. 1T will be difficult to find
any flower beautiful enough or fine
enough to match with what Lady Cum
nor calls the gold threads of your hair.
Lean. do YOU wish that YOU wore this
crown of FURNISHED gold?"
1t would be of little use wishing"
she replied. "Though l am dark my
self, and ought to believe in the su-
premacy Of brunettes, I think fair
women are far the prettiest.'
s. am thinking of every variety of
color. Lady Viola" said Ross" white
and gold, green and gold. 1 cannot
tell which is the prettier combination. :"
Find something that will suit Miss
Dyuevor first" said the Earls daugh-
ter.
81 do not think that will be so diff
cult; with black hair and q Spanish
face one thinks instinctively of rose.
Here is one-deep crimson in color,
with delicious perfume. May place
it in your hair, Leam--just where it
ought to be?''
EYES," she replied.
The girls face flushed as his hands
touched the ripples of dark hair. He
parted it so as to show the pretty little
ears that were like pink shells. He
certainly took more time than was re-
quired for the office. Either the rose
was the most stubborn of roses or the
hair the most tiresome of hair. The
touch of his hand was like caress,
and the beautiful head dropped with
the shy grace of child. It seemed to
her quite unnecessary that he should
hold the heavy braids of her hair in
his hand so long and yet she was
spell
''That is perfect he said at length,
with deep sigh. "You ought always
TO live in Spain and wear roses, LEAN.
You are matchless!''
Then a sudden stir near him recalled
Lady Viola to his mind. He left Lean
with an effort and went up to her.
"Now, Lady VIOLA" he said.
''Are you sure, Mr.. Ross, that you
are quite at liberty, and that you have
leisure to attend to me?' she asked. But
the sarcasm was lost on him.
eyes, quite" he said. 'How beau
tiful Lean looks with that crimson rose
in her dark hair! Now let me fine
something for you. All, I see some lii
les! Nothing could lie better! viii
get you some"
He returned in a few minutes with thu
flowers in his hand.
''These will suit you ravir, Lady
Viola,' he said. .'The white, SNOWY
leaves will contrast we'll with the golc
of your hair.''
But her heart sank within her. HI
had spent several minutes. in arranging
the red rose in LEANS dark hair; bu
he made no offer to place the lilies il
hers. He put them into her hands ant
smiled with a kindly, honest smile int
her face.
"What are you thinking of, Mr.
Ross?" she asked, a few minutes later
when Lean stood by her side.
Il was thinking" he answered, slow
ly, 'that as you stood there togethe
you were each perfect in your ditferen
ways. was wondering which an arts
would prefer-the dark head with tn
crimson rose, or the golden head will
the lilies; and could not decide"
'"That is terrible confession +,
make,' laughed Lean; "but the com
fort of it is, neither of us can be jeal
ous!''
The little dance-as Lady Cumno
persisted in calling twas great sue
cess. They all enjoyed it very much
but, long before the evening was over
Lady Viola saw that Ross had give1
the whole passionate love of his hear
to beautiful Lean Dynevor, although
he himself hardly knew 1t. Lady Viol,
was not one to bear malice She wa
generous enough to admit that it wa
no fault of Leans. Her faultles
beauty and grace, her dark, bewitchin!
eyes, and face so full of passion and poe
try, would have lured away the heart o
any man. Lady Viola sighed as sh
thought of it all.
~ am only twenty" she said to her
self. "They say that the women o
our family are all long-lived. I ma,
live for forty years longer; but, long a.
may live, there will never again cree
into my life one CLEAN of sunlight O
one hope of happiness-never again
OF what use is it that my hair is lik
gold and my eyes like the color of
heartsease, as these men say? The,
have done no good for me. The onl;
love care to win has been won from
me in one brief hour, and is given fol-
ever!''
She made her escape from the ball
room; and, leaving her partner to Loo
for her in despair, she went to the blu
drawing-room. She had a strange de
sire to kneel at the window and look a
the silvery mere. That would comfo1
her, she felt, and she could say lon.
farewell to the spot she loved so we'll
and where she had once dreamed he
life might be spent. There was n
trace of resentment in her heart, n
anger, but some little wonder that Ros
had been SO easily won, and that he
beauty had been less than nothing t
him.
The blue drawing-room was no
lighted; it was not near the suite of re
ception-rooms that were used for tn
dance. The moon poured in q food Q
silvery light which gave to everythin,
q weird, CHASTITY effect. 1t did NO
daunt Lady Viola; she liked the though
of being alone in the moonlight, wher
she could do battle with her feelings
She sat down by the great window, he
hair like crown with the snowy lille
in it's golden depths, her fair sweet fac
with its radiance dimmed, and tear
trembling on her eyelashes. So she 50
watching the mere, and thinking HOY
many happy hours she had spent on tn
water hours that could never com
again.
It was all over now, the sweet drear
of her life. She would go away iron
Larchton Mere on the morrow, she sal
to herself, and she would never retur