Frostburg mining journal., 1881-12-10

art? Her friends Sid mature; her emo
mica said ssS.
"Who is that lady? asked Ina OF he's
partner, As they paused 70 reht.
Don't YOU know hsfY' He looked
surprised. "Hsye you never been he.a
beloreY
"Never. Why do you ask, Mr.. Wal
tersT
ooh, l beg your pardon But it
seemed odd that Glenn had never
brought you here-don't you see?-or
Mrs. Hillyard. She stands in the place
of a mother to you, of course, and he
must seem as much like father as a
guardian, should think, st his age,
for he will never see five and thirty
again, will he? And so. as you live at
his home, and are his ward and like an
only daughter, l wondered why he had
never brought gou here before to see
his future bride"
"His bride Is he to marry-marry
her?" said Ina, lifting her bouquet to
her face to hide the sudden pallor which
she felt must be oyerspresding it.
She looked at Roland Glenn with
ali her heart-her wrung, aching, suf-
fering heart-in her eyes. What was
this shallow triHer beside him-this
"society man." who, rejoicing in his
own verdant youth, dared to remark
sneeringly upon Rcland's aeeP
"Thirty,6vep Even if that surmisa
was right2 At forty-fve--st tifty-Ro.
land would still be the grandest, the
noblest msu che knew, in outward APP
pearauce, as well as in heart, and mind
and soul.
Her guar6ian--ycs. But, " standing
in the place Of father to her"-oh,
never oould she look upon him in that
light SHE wished wildly chat she
could 10 so, when thus in an instant,
by chance remark, the veil of years
was thrown aside forever, and she was
moie TO understand thai the feeling
wi.'' which she had looked upon her
gus ian from eli ldhood was not as
raysyont friendship such as she had
supposed. hut young girls drst pure
but pa>sionately -dorinE love.
She faced the thought courss eously
when she WAS free from her partner.
Bu, her eyes still followed ths tall
figure OF Roland Glenn from tae quiet
corner III which she had ensconced her
self.
She saw him looking at her, too, now
and then, with an anxious, harassed
expression. And twice she saw the
red-brown eyes of Miss Isadore Sterna
turned upon her with 9 fiery gleam OF
anger in their depths.
What could she have done to vex the
proud beauty and heiress, secure in
the possession Of lover like Roland
thought Ina, pitifulIy, as her head
dropped upon her hand.
And her tired eyes closed moment,
to shut out the lights, the crowd. and
the shifting hustle of that gay circle,
in which Rolsnd, once married, would
speedily be engaged, and lost to her
forever
Mrs. Hillyard and Ina return ed alone
in the carriage that evening. Roland
remained, and would probably outstay
the last Of the guests, Mrs. Hillyard
observed.
"They will be married at Christmas,
suppose" she went on. "And then
she will take my place in our home
here, and | shall go back to my little
cottage and farm in Orange county,
where shall expect to see you, Ina,
for d long visit. next summer, if you
don't marry some merchant prince and
60 of to Europe before then"
Ina made no answer. Nor did she
speak after they reached home, but
buried herself in the pages OF new
English magazine, while Mrs. Hillysrd
trotted off up and down stairs, ON her
usual 5our of inspection of bolts and
bars for the night.
As she left tae room Ina dropped the
book, and leaned her head upon her
clenched hands. She did not hear the
hall door open softly and close, or see
that some one entered the back draw
ingroom from the hall. Her whole
soul 4as in passiona.s revolt against the
pain, which (when one is so young, and
TO onused to misery seems SO utterly
iu,po- io.c to bear.
On, father father why did you
dio md leave me in his care ?" she
soboed, aloud when at last the relief Of
tea.s came. "Oh, If 1 had died with
YOU or with my mo. her lit ! had never
seen linn
" Ina-my little darling Inal you
will be III If you 60 on like this !" said
voice beside heY--a voice all too
deeply. dongerously dear. "Tndeai, I
thoua ht you looked very i'll at the patty,
and came away directly after you, TO
see what was wrong. WHAT is it, dear;