Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-06-15

fears are quite out of date; men are sc
much wiser than they were. What does
Every thing"
And how does she do it ?"
"Magnifcently. I hope no one will
discover her value and rob me of her.
She saves me all trouble, and sings like
a prlma donna, for thirty pounds year. -
Fray, make her sing presently D
Lady Hastings said. And at the same
moment Lionel entered the room.
May felt as if the words, "Lionel,
don't you know me?" were painted on
her face, as, after speaking to Mrs. Gas
pard and his mother, he turned and
carelessly scanned the form and features
OF the girl who wore his twisted gold
ring upon her finger
I" A golden beauty" was his thought,
as he let his gaze travel away from her.
"Never seen her before; quite new, evil
IDENTIFY"
1t was relief to her that at this mo-
ment Mrs. Gaspard came to her and is
sued her polite command in the words
Ny dear, will you sing?"
The acute agony she experienced at
his non-recOgnition could not have been
borne in silence. She must either have
cried out or laughed. Heaven help the
women who laugh in their anguish; they
suffer more than those who weep. She
must do something she felt, so it would
be as well to sing, and as she got herself
to the piano and took off her gloves, she
stole another look at him, and he was
looking at her admiringly. His lips had
left kiss on hers which had never been
brushed off. And he had forgotten her |!
Oh, the pain and shame of it! She
plunged into something, and sang it
well, though every fibre trembled.
When she had finished it, he was stand
ing by her, ready to offer her compIi-
ment. Again she turned her great,
pleading violet eyes upon him; but he
did not know her. Tie little ring, shone
IN the lamplight, for May never killed it
mired her fingers, but he never noticed
the ring.
He spoke to her of her masters, of
those who had trained her voice, discus
sing them and it intelligently. Her
voice g reminded him of queen of song
whom he had heard in Vienna, he said;
and he added that he never forgot a
voice. "Would she sing again !? He
would like to remember hers"
How dear he was to her in spite of all
his cruel unconsciousness! How des-
perate dear! How she hated Lady
Hastings at that moment, for coming up
to him, and putting her hand on his
arm, and telling him that she must
take him away" How she envied the
| mother! How she loved the son!
SCI am to hear one more song, and
then L am at your service. You will
sing again, will you not?" he asked; and
Lady Hastings backed his request by
saying: "It's really asking too much;
but do"
She could not resist the impulse. Be-
fore her-though strove to be blind to
it-rose the scene and the actors in it
the day that was full of all summer
glory, sweetness, warmth and light
the velvet lawn and weeping willow and
rose-covered vicarage, and the splendid
boy hero, to whom a shy little girl was
reading poetry. She could not resist
the impulse. Come what would, he
should be reminded of that scene, too
And so when her pearly notes in al
their purity smote his ear, they fell or
the words:
| g You love me in your tender way!
| answered you let me;
| But, OH there comes another day
| The day that you'll forget meP'
And after one eager, gaspiDg glance
he exclaimed: "Why, it's May-May
Baron!'' and her song came to an end.
1t would be pleasant to have record
that as she was revealed to him, his love
for her returned without delay. But
mine is true tale, and therefore I can
not wrest facts to my own pleasure IL
any such way. AS he recognized her
he admired her immensely, and remem
bered that even in her girlhood she had
not been gawky after the manner of othe1
girls. But he entirely forgot that he hac
ever loved her, or ever acted in such 6
way as to teach her 20 love him. There
was not the slightest approach to thai
high misdemeanor in fashionable life &
scene. His possession was so easy
so perfect, that May at once recovered
her own. True she ceased singing the
instant he exclaimed:
"Why, it's May-May Baron!" But
even his mother could find no fault with
tuC OIOW, SWCCC 0IullC dull SCuu1S IuC1lud-
ton of the head with which the beauti-
full and clever companion greeted hel
fathers former pupil.
"Let me introduce you to my mother, y
he said at once; and May found herself
made known to his mother, who compli-
mented her con the possession of a
| charming voice."
She did not notice the ring. AS soon
as she recognized that he was absolutely
without any recollection of what she
had supposed them to be to one another.
May took care that he should not see it.
She slipped on her glove, and when that
was done she felt safer. But she need
have had no fear. He had forgotten the
episode of the ring as utterly as he had
forgotten words he had spoken when she
read the poem under the willow tree
the same poem she had sung this night.
Presently he asked after her father,
and May had to ice herself in order to
avoid breaking down as she replied that
he was dead He admired bar vow,