Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1881-11-17

tender llght OF the glorious June
moon, just grandly rising behind the
far-of purple hills.
The faint and plaintiff cry Of the
whippoorwill was borne to her ears
on the breezes scented with June
roses. A dreamy look came into Lii
ian's eyes as she slowly repeated a
few lines Frank Carleton had read to
her few days before -
And what is so rare as day IN June?
Then if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be In
tune
| And over it softly her warm ear lays.
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Now the heart is so full that drop
| overtil(S it
We are happy now Lecause God Wilt
Yes murmured Lillian, II am
happy now becauce God has wllled
that Frank Carleton should meet me
and ask me to become his wife. What
have | ever done, wonder, that such
grand, noble man should love me?
And rich. happy blush, rivalling in
color the blush Of the June roses,
came over ker delicate cheeks.
The love-liyLt in her eyes became
brighter, the blush on her cheek deep
ened Tor she heard footstep which
she could never mistake. With a
hnttering heart Lillian shrank back
among the rose bushes, thinking fond
" that Frank would soon find her.
But Frank Carleton was not alone,
for a woman, tall and graceful in form,
dressed in sombre black was walking
beside him Lillian peered out at
them with a wild, jealous pang at her
heart. The strange womau's beaul-
ful face cleaned white as marble IN
the moonlight.
Hark Frank was speaking and
Lillian STAINED her ears to hear,
What a look Of love and devotion
there vas on his face as he bent over
her, Lillian clenched her hands, and
her lips grew white and rigid.
Dear Maud he said, softly and
tenderly, you can never guess how
very, very thankful | am that the
nan is dead. Now you are free and
! nothing shall part us again"
"Nothlng. Frank p she said, look
ing up at him and Lillian could see
the passionate love shining in her
ewes. Not even your marriage with
this beautiful Miss Whitney p
"Surely not, ne answered, almost
reproachfully. "Why should it 7
And then they passed on.
With a low moan Lillian fell prone
among the rose bushes. a rose which
she had plncked stung her hand cru
ELY with It's sharp thorn, but she
scarcely needed it, the thorn in her
heart was too terribly real for that
The June roses bent low over her
and the deHdrops fell softly from
them, like tears upon her white, up
turned face but still she lay there.
Aud this was the man she loved
This was the man whom she haG
thought so grandly noble--this man
who, she doubted not, had deliberate
ly intended to wrong her.
Lillian cid not stop to reasonable
not stop to argue that there might b
mistake, that deceit and falsehoot
had ever been foreign to Frank Carle
toms nature. She was too madl,
Jealous and wounded for that
And so the next day Frank recelv
ed small package-a few books
some old love letters and diamont
ring. There was no note Of explana
ton but he knew who had sent them
Enraged and astoulshed, he imme
date y sought Lillian for an explana
tion but the servant who answered
his impatient ring, said that she wa
mot at home
A week later Frank Carleton
started for the West, and SO these tw
lives, that have been all in all to eacl
other, drifted farther and iarthe
apart.
: Five years later, 1t was the even
ing of Mrs. Roderick Forests ball
and the best society of Melville wa
there. Lillian Whitney leaned bacl
, in the embrasure of one of the win
dows, and hidden by the flowing dra
, peries Of the curtains, watched will
dreamy, half-closed eyes, the bright