Middletown transcript., 1881-08-19
NoBLY AVENGED.

his evening paper at the beautiful girl
standing besides the window, whisper
ing to the canary, that fiuttered its
gold-colored wings and reached its bill
for the lump of sugar she held for it.
Maud, what was that young fell
lows name who was down at Milton's
Hotel last summer-that handsome
young chap that used to come up here
of evenings and sing ?''
Maud felt a little warm flush on her
face, and was conscious of a curious
little umsteadiness in her voice as she
met the old gentleman's eyes.
Malcolm Carlyon,'' she answered,
and it seemed that her voice caressed
the name-as only a woman's voice
can caress the name of the beloved
while brighter, more conscious flush
warmed her cheeks.
{" Yes-Malcolm Carlyon 1 thought
1 recognized the name. He is married
| see"
And, as if death had suddenly laid
his cold hand on her, the lovely flush
faded sharply, leaving her as white as
ever she would be when that icy touch
should come.
Married ? Married ? 1t can't be
true. 1t must be some other CarlyOn. "
She reached out for the paper, her
surprise, her dismay, in her eyes but
it was very plainly recorded there
" Malcolm Carlyon, of Forest Dale, to
Emile Rose Lynton, daughter of
James Pitt Lynton, Esquire, of the
Laurels, Bristol-and she had heard
him speak of Miss Lynton many a
time.
Well, it was the first keen sorrow of
the girls life, and she laid the paper
down, and went up to her room alone,
and cried, and sobbed, and writhed
with this cruelty murdered love, that
was the first love her girls heart had
ever knoWn-that was no less a pain to
her to endure that Malcolm Carlyon
had not in so many words told her he
loved her.
For, in a hundred ways, he had
shown her that she was dearest to him,
and she had-for all her maidenly
modesty-not entirely hidden her sweet
preference from him. And he had gone
away, leaving such beautiful hopes in
her heart, and now
He was married !!
Up in her room she had her first
fight with her fate; and when an hour
or two later, she came down into the
parlor again, she had silenced, con-
quered it-and Laurence Glyn, stepped
forward to meet her, thought he had
never seen her look so fair, and sweet,
and subdued.
Il am so glad to find you at home
and looking more charming than ever,
Miss Tudor, though your cheek has
lost it's roses. y
''Pale ? AMI? 1 think not. Per-
haps my dress makes me appear so. 1
never liked myself in any shade of
gray"
He linked her arm familiarly
through his. They had been friends
for years-this rich, handsome man,
who was twice Maud's age, but who,
for all his wealth, had never touched
The girls heart.
And like you in anything, my
lear Maud. 1 have come to you to-
night purposely to ask you to be my
wife My darling, am to have that
great undeserved happiness =? Can you
love me, little one, with the first, the
pure love of your girlish heart 90 She
1rew a quick little breath, then dropped
ler lovely eyes,
g cannot see, why you want me,
Laurence but if-you do"
And a month afterwards, when they
stood at the altar, Laurence Glyn knew
nothing, suspected nothing of the ashes
piled on the grave of the buried love in
his wife's heart-the love for Malcolm
Jarlyon that had faded into cool, white
ashes.
"But I can never forget him, y Mrs.
Laurence Glyn said to her own heart
: I can never forget, and will never
forgive himl Ny turn will Gomez
A year later still, Mrs. Malcolm
Jarlyon, leaning on her husbands arm,
asked him who the elegant, distin-
yuished lady was, in black velvet and
satin, and diamonds, to whom General
Howard was talking.
And on this his first social entertain
nent since his return from abroad with
lis wife, Malcolm Carlyon looked on
Mrs. Glyn's brilliant, smiling face
hat he had thought fairest, sweetest
above all other faces, and that for
'ew little days he had almost decided
o obtain for his own, at which to look,
It the head of his table.
But, with pretty Maud Tudor, the
Jarlyon table would have been poverty
stricken comparatively, for years, while
Emile Lynton had a fortune waiting
or him to spend.
g Who is she, Malcolm ? How LIDO
lislike having to repeat question, and
rou do act and look so mysteriously."
The small, waspish voice was begin
ling to sicken him already. Months
Ggo he had told himself what cruel
wrong he had done himself in yoking
or life to this delicate, fretful, PAM
,ered child of wealth, and now, when
le came so suddenly upon Maud Tudor
no, Mrs. Laurence Glyn-so hand
ome, so brilliant and blooming
Well, such mistakes will go on being
made so long as human hearts are am
,itious. {
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