Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1881-10-19
BETRAYED,


tho billlafd,iOOm ut the Red Lion,
half intoxicated, aud swearing over hl'
had luck, You would soon lose this
foolish fancy for him. And he talks Of
women, too, IN shameful way No man
worth tho name would"
"fhat II quite enough, Mr., Max
well |" exclaimed Sylvia Leo, who had
been listening to tho young farmers
lecture with illconcealed patience, "ll
Philip Carr amuses himself In such
places, Il no any wore than youY lily
your own account you frequent them
yourSeli,"
"Only since this fellow came here Ia
bewitcli you, Sylvia" said Geor @ Max.
we'll II have watched him, but II was
for your sake"
"Nevcr mind, GEORGE ! cannot hear
another word" said tho dark, bright
young beauty, looking neryously to-
ward u pretty bower OF honcysuckles At
the lower end OF tho garden In which
they stood, ~ may AZ well tell you at
once that ] love him with all my heart,
nnd that have promised to marry him
on the day whom my grandfather gives
his consent"
"Dr. Leo never will do that" be
gan George, "ie has always wished
you to marry me, Sylvia. And Lob,
you know how my whole heart has been
liked upon you ever since wo We're little
children playing about this dear old
farm togetherW
The girl flushed up and seemed to
hesitate. She had loved George Max.
we'll. Nay, she loved him now, although
she knew IL not.
Tho leaves shook and rustled, although
there was not n breath Of wind stirring
among the trees.
Sylvia's oyc caught the movement,
and her color grew deeper still,
at cannot be, Georgew she said
sadly. 81 must go away-I must see
the world And he can show il to me. "
She drew her hand away and ran
back TO the house before George Max
well could utter word. After few
moments, he mounted his fast gr y
mare, and rode swiftly to the hillside
iN'Hi, NHicH WIZ HiS oNH uHu iloHh hti
window, screened by the curtains, Syl.
via watched him out of sight. For the
last time She knew it well George
Maxwell was proud, He would not
kneel to sue for love that was denied,
no matter what he might suffer through
It's loss. He would come no more
For weeks Sylvia had said to herself
that she wished their tacit engagement
broken. Now that it was done, she cat
down andlooked at Georges picture on
the wall and cried as if her heart would
break.
From the garden, from the honey.
suckle bower, came the clear, thrilling
notes of q brd-a call that she had list
ened to many time during the weeks
just fled. Now she heard it with start
of fright. Her tears ceased.
"Pve kept him waiting so long! Will
he be angry ?" she thought, as, all in q
hurry of agitation, she bathed her face
and arranged her hair, and tied the
crimson ribbons afresh that fastened the
lace frills at her throat and waists.
She stole down the front stairs softly.
The warm, perfumed twilight was drop.
ping down above the earth like q mantle
of darkness and secrecy.
,ha no S 10 s Sos JUROR to spec oots' Sr9
in the arbor she was met by q tall, dash
ing, MISUNDERSTANDING man, who
lifted her small white hand to his lips.
GLOW long you have been, my dear
est! ne saiu, reproach,uily, drawing
ngr 10 the seal tnat clrclea inc afoof'
II began TO lear That you were gong 10
'esert me ana cllng 10 the young larh-
en- aIteI ALL ;.
he has gone L snail not see nm m
again. Don't talk about nm, please J.
SAID SYLVIA rather unsteadlly.
:. Il nope you don't regret MN, oar
ing J, said the SILKY voice. no I'VE
Win MN on one OF these dfeary, lonely
arms IL would pc an awful late ior
one so prlght anu ialr. wait III you
SEQ the elegance, the luxury, the perfect
comfort OF an Eh8iish nome ana 'hen
say II you are sorry Tor places IKE these
You VIII say good-oy TO poverty DEAR
once you are my pride.
fooVefty,!. why 1 nave never been
poor! exclaimed SYLVIA: Grandpapa
Is the richest man IN Hlllbury, and ne
mas always given me everything That l.
lshed for.
Il Know Know, SAID Phillp Carr,
slancinS Dack' contemptuouisly' at the
square red-pr1cK mouse. lhe 1arm IS
ms near But what Is that TO such n
nome la6, as oher you ,
line farm Is only small part OF
grandpapa's wealth., SAID sylvia, who,
IN SPITE OF her lnlatuation, slightly re-.
Sented TINS persistent undertaking. OF
her family ana friends. =,
1t was not the first time he had
talked IN that way. Should she.should
she tell him secret which wonld make
him approach her grandfather with
more respect than when he went to ask
his consent to their marriage? 1t might
be well to do SO.
But a mans Dank-account tells the
story OF his property love, said Phiilp'
carelessly; And your grandfather has