The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-05-18
MISCELLANY.
Written for THE RECORD
TIDE BOUND.
BY Gus GLENN.


They say she has no sympathy All little
do they dream what changed a warm, loving
woman to q cold. heartless coquette. Listen
and will tell you of one whose warm, tender
heart was fun of love who thought it MOTH
Ing to deny herself of things that were really
necessary. for the opportunity Of giving
pleasure to others. She saw one after another
who called themselves her friends, avail
themselves Of her Kindness then when she
was no longer needed, drop her from their
path as the leaves drop from the trees in the
Autumn days. At first she could not realize
the fact. Oh, how long it takes us to learn
i.fe's bitter, bitter lesson sometimes And
thus it was with Georgia Arlington, when the
last cruel blow came and the friend she would
have died to serve proved but Summer
friend. The tender heart was crushed. Her
days were spent in bitterness and her nights
in tears. But tits over at last. With olasped
hands and aching heart, she falls upon her
knees and lifting her fearful eyes heaven
ward, she prays for strength. Prays that her
heart may be adamant and the sensitive ma
ture be frozen beyond the power to feel. And
to day, Georgia Arlington, the cold, proud
woman of the world, cares naught for all on
earth but success in her efforts to gain place
among those who are struggling to gain a
position In the world as the object Of their
choice. They said her heart was stone but
she could almost weep with the tiny little one
lover broken doll and would hasten to re-
nlaaa- It. She would bind up the bleeding
finger OF the ragged urchins on her door step,
but to those belonging to the circle in which
she moved she was cold, oh, so cold and IN
appreachable. 1t would seem almost danger
GUS TO thwart a wish of Miss Arlingtons.--
Suitors had bowed at her shrine, and like
some beautiful spirit she would beckon them
ION, and they, poor silly moths, futter around
the dazzling light Of her smile, almost sure Of
the glorious prize, only to find themselves
coIdly rejected. y But still they could not hate
the fair, cruelswoman who dared destroy their
hopes, but still worshiped her afar off, But a
time came to Georgia Arlington when another
change took place. in her checkered life
| While at an evening gathering she became
acquainted with gentleman whom rumor
said was at one time deceived by lady to
whom he had given his hearts best love. The
terrible disappointment threw him. upon, a
sick bed. from which he rose SO changed in
his nature his friends could scarcely believe it
possible be could be the once hearted
person. they had known, for since that time he
had been,a gay, heartless firt. A woman's
heart was naught to him but toy for a few.
short hours. He was proud, wealthy aud
handsome; sarcastic, cold and scornfui. When
introduced to Georgia, society said here are
two well matched, 1t will be war to the knife.
And SO Miss Arlington smiled on Mr.. Maple
ton, and he 10 return became her escort to all
the entertainments which she Attended,
Dame Rumor was kept busy. Their names
were coupled together as sure thing. The
Summer months flew by in quick succession,
and one evening as they strolled along the
sea grit shore, arm IN arm, he raised his white
hand and pushed the heavy cluster of brown
curls back from his broad, Write forehead,
and lifting his eyes to the feecy clouds abve,
said softly: .sa.
| g In three days leave this lovely spot
| How often shall think Of these walks and
pleasant talks when oceans roll between us.
| win you ever think Of me, Miss Georgia p"
"f shall, certainly" she answered, care
lessly, but at her heart she felt heaviness
she could not account for. What was 1t to
her if Lynn Map1ston did go away 10 three
days He would soon forget her and she
would forget him amid the hurry Of the busy
| world.
" Will you take sail with me to-nnorr6w
afternoon. Miss ArlingtonS" inquired the
gentleman as they walked homeward.
"With pleasure" the lady replied.
They parted for the night and as she stood
before the mirror ID her own room loosenipg
the heavy coils Of hair ana letting it fall to
her waist, her thoughts were busily engaged
thinking ofLynn Mapleton. Could it be she
loved this man who cared for no woman only
as pleasant pastimo for few short hours ?
No she would not. She would 60 with him
on the morrow for sail, and then they would
part. 1t might be for years and 1t might be
forever, who knows.
Never dawned 1ovlier day than that OF
tho morrow. After an early dinner the
strange pair wendell their way down to the
lake. Many eyes we're upon Thorn. They
were indeed well matched Both In beauty
and also in their very natures they seemed ia
be alike.
There was silence for time. Only the
sound of the water as It rippled against the
boat as they sped along. Crossing the lake
they drew the tiny shell out Of the water, and