The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-10-19

tlon, as III IL mad llghtened out OF
| blue sky, when her voice rang out
stop! | do not think you will fine
any pleasure in marrying me.
understand that we are totally unfit
ed for each other. / hope you will
find better bred woman. Good
bye" And then she was gone, and
she had called the children and
| whatever it cost her to do do it, she
was frolicking with them as before
let her heart break or not.
Mr.. Vincent Maurice was speech
less with Indignation and amaze
ment. But he had no idea that his
engagement was broken-how could
it be when he had not broken it
He turned and walked up to the
house, but when. after an hour, she
did not follow him, he went to the
inn and thence to Mrs. Stanton's fol-
the evening; and receiving word
that there was no answer on send
ing up q card in the mornine, he re.
turned to town.
1t was not till letter made up oi
equal parts of reproach, anger and
love, was remailed to him unopen.
ed, that he began to think the mat
ter serious, and to ask himself if be
had not made a mistake. When
Saturday came, although badly in
iured, he could not help going down
again he felt after all, as if he must
see the lovely face again, again touch
the sweet lips; he hardly knew how
to wait longer for the pressure of the
dear arms. But the house was clos
ed. The two old servants left in
charge said they had no instructions
except to ''stay on" And nobody
could say whittier Miss Rivers was
gone. Nobody knew, in fact, that
she had anywhere to go to, it being
generally supposed she was that
fortunate being born to a good es-
tate without relatives, her cousin
Francis Rivers and his wife being
quite overlooked.
But it was to the shelter of her
cousin Francis Rivers Newport vii
Ia that she had taken herself, vel
come guest, during the two months
that they fingered there after the
full swing of fashion was over and
when they returned to their home
in Philadelphia, after a round of ele.
CANT if rather quiet gayeties there,
she departed with him and his wife
for European tour, and all that
Mr.. Vincent Maurice heard of her
for the next two years, was notice
in some newspaper that Mrs. Fran.
els Rivers and Miss Kate Rivers had
been presented to the queen by the
American minister, AMI the beauty
and exquisite dress OF ne younger
lady had created a sensation in the
Drawing-room.
Doubtless Mr.. Mat ice would
have been quite pleased with Kate
could he have seen her a, that time.
The sorrow Of an almost broken
heart, the loneliness following the
lost love, the regret of not pleasing,
the despair. of being able 20 do, 50,
every thought and word of all which
she kept to herself, had taken away
the overhowing spirits which had
been so offensive, and she had un-
consciously contracted something
of the more gentle ways of those
about her, growing, indeed, so list
less and apathetic that at last her
cousin Francis lightly reproached
her indolent want of sympathy with
everything-she who had sympa-
thized with the very flies upon the
pane. But the reproach, good natur-
ed rs it was, brought such n food
of tears, such nervous reaction, that
a physician was summoned, who or
dered her to bed and once there
she did not leave it for many weeks.
When at last she came out into the
open air again, that fire had utterly
burned out, and its ashes were cast
to the winds. 1t seemed to be a
new world about her, and she took
as vivid an interest in it as if she
was herself new born to it.
1t was a new world-the world ol
art; for they were in France, and
that was followed by Rome and Ma
pies, by Venice and Dresden and
Munich, by some stay in Paris, by a
London season. If at the end of il
all the child of nature had not been
transformed into the brilliantly arti-
fetal woman of the saloon it was be
cause of the gentle wisdom of hel
cousins, who knew just where to
stimulate and where to repress, un.
til the graciously developed brain
and soul were evident perhaps a
trifle sooner than they would have
been otherwise, for Mr.. Vincent
Maurice need not have troubled
himself with any fear that when the
bud was already so lovely, the full
blossom would be less perfect if he
had but given it time to bloom, in.
stead of tearing it rudely open.
He was not a very happy man in
those days; he remembered with
increasing bitterness the brief hap
piness of other days. He longed
now with all his heart to see Kate
Rivers once again, that all would
then soon and easily be made right
His longing was answered; he saw
her again. 1t was in the court Of
the Grand Union at Saratoga, one
evening when the electric light was
burning, and the fountain blushed
in the hues of all the precious
stones, and the trees waved their
boughs through vast lights and
shadows, under which the people
moved fantastically while the band
breathed its music. A group step
ped out from among the others, and
went in from the night air. He
followed, and saw them again in the
ballroom. Count Beaurepaire-he
had seen him before-a tall, heroic
looking man, attached to the French
legation, or in Washington, rather,
on a special mission. Perhaps il
was Mrs. Rivers on his arm; just
after them came General Francis
Rivers, and with him-could it be
possible ?-Kate? His Kate. A
woman whose rounded shape wore
its lace and silk raiment as hand