The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-07-23
KENNETH CHARLES LOVE.

| together, hennetns CdIle anu OIaSe
Ellsworth, and he is holding her
hand in his and gazing earnestly intq
her beautiful gray eyes;
"Grace, turn back he exclaimed,
passionately turn back before it y
100 late. You do not know what
you are doing; you ="
Il believe l know my 0wn mind, Z
interrupted Grace, with a forced
laugh. 81 am perfectly sane. | assure
you"
Kenneth looked at her with sad,
doubtful expression on his handsoms
face.
Il cannot deem it possible" he
says. II never thought that Grace
Ellsworth would sell herself forgold,
paltry gold J"
: she disensages ssee hapd frezn n,
clasp ana dfawfng herseIfup haugffSt
lily, replies in cold tone that the
tears in her eyes belize
"Neither would /, Mr.. Garlic. You
presume too much upon friendship,
but there are some things that even
friendship does not make admissible.
You are very unjust in your accusa-
ton. My heart is my own and am
free to bestow it upon whom please.
Pray do not speak of selling again" +"
81 am to infer, them" he says
',hat you bave never loved me you
have been trif1ing with me all this
time, you"
"Infer anything you please" re-
torts Grace. hotly. st makes no
difference to me-"
"Ah!"
1t is not short exclamation that
Kenneth Carte utters, but long, low
sigh, that thrills Grace's heart with a
strange emotion, and causes the color
to rush in her cheeks. Then there is
a long silence, while Kenneth gazes
fiXedly at the grass beneath his feet,
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then casting covert glances at her
companion.
"Mr. Carle,' she says, suddenly,
"Iook at the dark ening sky. There
will be a storm soon. | shall return
to the house. Will you come with
me or stay here ?''
81 will stay her," he replies, with
out raising his eyes from the ground ;
and she turns and leaves him..
Alta short distance she pauses and
looks behind her. She sees the rocky
cliff, with the sea lashing itself into
foam at its base the tall figure stand
ing near its edge, his head bowed, his
dark, Greek-like features clearly out
lined against the dali gray sky. and
an expression of anguish and pain
crosses her face. 1t is succeeded
however, by a look of stern determi
ten, and in a low, firm voice SHE
says
81 will not let this foolish love con-
quer. | shall wed this rich stranger
for indeed he is almost stranger tc
me, and Kenneth Carrie shall never
be more to me than friend"
AS Grace has predicted, a storm
comes up quite suddenly and as she
is quite a distance from her home
she seeks shelter in a cottage at the
foot of the hill.
1t is quaint. low-roofed building
Of very ancient date, and has been
inhabited for many years by a tall
gypsyiooking woman who, when she
first took up her abode there, was \
come y, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeke ed
maiden, and now an old woman,
yellow skinned and gaunt.
Her black eyes, though, have never
lost their keen brightness, but shine
with such steady, piercing light
that, when any valuabes are lost, The
villagers laughingly remark that
they could discover them instantly
had they the light of Mother Leman's
eyes to aid them.
These bright eyes turn upon Grace
now as she enters the one room of the
cottage that serves as kitchen, cham.
ber and parlor, and metallic voice
says /:
"Ah. is it you, my child, Grace
You were caught in the shower; are
you not drenched 2"
"Oh, no." Grace replies, seating
herself. Il have walked very fast
and the wide-spreading trees shelter
ed me. You are very busy. see
Do you never rest, Mother Leman ?''
with an arch smile.
Eyes, when the night comes" re-
plies the old woman. "But, my
child, you are ILL.,"
mo, indeed" says Grace. "Why,
| thought l was looking unusually
healthy. Are not my eyes bright
my cheeks rosy? For once, Mother
Leman, your eyes, sharp as they are,