Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1881-11-25

and gloomy dont't you think SO, Eve ?"
Il have never noticed it. Eve re-
piled
II have such pretty suit of rooms
at home" Mamie went on Papa had
them furnished for me, and his taste is
excellent. They are the perfection of
soft coors, flowers, birds and sunshine
Still | like the outdoor world best
think Bohemian life would suit me, :"
with soft little laugh.
"No, think not" contradictod Mr..
Wyeth, in apologize tones "You could
not endure the fatigue and hardshp's !;
for it is bard life, Miss Russell"
Mamie shot him quick glance, and
then dropped her eyes again.
Perhaps you are right" she said. II
was thinking of but one side--thc pleas
ant side Which color do you prefer,
Mr. Wyeth ~
They had now arrived at the croquet
ground and she stood tapping the balls
with her malet.
Blue, Ernest was about to say !;
then with an inward laugh at his own
folly chose black
When the young clergyman went home
that night he opened his little juornal
and wrote there:
II have seen Miss Russell for the
second time. She is one of the purest,
fairest women on earth, all honor and
simplicity. Happy is the man who wins
her love!"
Ernest Wyeths heart throbbed with
quick pain as he wrote the last words,
and he dimly wondered why. Some day,
no doubt, she would be wooed and won !;
but the thought was not pleasant one,
although the idea of winning her him
self had never occurred to him.
Every day after that found the young
clergyman at the Warrington mansion,
but, as he was in the habit of visiting
there frequently, it occasioned little re-
mark. Every day he basked in the sun
shine Of Nannie's smiles, and gazed into
her pretty blue eyes with such an nten-
sity of feeling in his own that, had she
been more worldly-wisc, his secret would
have been revealed.
Cousin Mamie returns home on the
morrow" Eve said, one day.
Ernest glanced quickly to where the
tall, bluc-robcd figure sat with her grace
full head bent over her embroidery, aud
his eyes darkencd trine
Miss Russell p he said inquiringly.
Mamie raised her eyes and looked at
him smilingly.
Yes" she replied 81 have made
longer visit now than intended to-
two whole weeks" Then, after n little
pause, eff you ever come to Il, Mr..
Wyeth, | hope you will call upon me. :"
THANK you" Ernest replied But
you will visit D again, Miss Rus
sell ?"
81 may come here next summer" was
the reply,
So, with farcwells to all her friends,
Mamie Russell went back to l., and
on the following Sabbath, when the
preachers eyes wandered to the War
rington pew, they rested on vacancy
between Mrs, Warrington and her daugh-
ter--a vacancy that he lictitiously filled
with mass Of pale blue robes and IL
halo Of golden hair framing sweet, fair
face and tender eyes,
Early in the autumn Ernest Wycth
decided to visit l. So it happened
that n few hours later he sat in Nnnnio's
parlor and awaited her coming
Everything about him reminded him
of her-the huitcriug lace curtains with
their blue ribbons, the pale tinted walls
hung with gems Of paintings, the open
piano, the bouquet Of flowers the en-
broidercd tides, and all those pretty
little knick-knacks that hint of dainty,
feminine presence.
Over the mantcl hung portrait Of
young man with ripping brown hair
and frank blue eyes. The Rev. Ernest
Wycth's attention was irresistibly drawn
toward the picture, and rising, he stood
before it aud scanned the honest, manly
features closely. Then low rustling
of garments sounded bohind him, and
Nannie's merry laugh broke the stiffness.
I'll am sorry ! kept you waiting 80
long" she said II sec you are admir-
ing my picturc--evoryone does 1t is
Clyde didn't tell you Of Clyde 2"
II think not" Ernest replied He
is a relative of yours p
"Ye-es," Mamie said, and her face
dimplcd in smile. "Why, Mr.. Clyde's
my husband. We were married three
weeks ago, but have known him many
years. How strange that did not
mention him to you!'
Outwardly the Rev. Ernest Wyeth
retained his calm composure; but his
heart throbbod violently, and his brain
was 10 whirI II came to him then,
with startling distinctness, that this
woman had grown to be n part Of his
very life, aud now he must repounoo her
forever
A second entry was made in bis little
journal that night.
"She whom | believed perfect has
proved false and treacherous. What
faith is there in women How weak
arc human natures, how blind-dupcd
by pair of tender, trusting eyes,
wrecked on saintly smile No, will
never believe again p
Then his thoughts turned, and ho
scorned himself for judging her SO harsh
ly But he could not bring himself 10
forgive her, although he burned the jour
nal that contained the severe, bitter
words.
On the following Sabbath many of the
congregation remarked that their minis
ter looked pale and haggard, and he bore
weary, detected air; so no one was
surprised 10 hear Of his illness a few
days later
For many days bo hovcred between
life and death, each struggling for VIC
tory; aud throughout all Eve Warning
ton nurscd him carefully until the crisis
was passed and the physician said that
he would live