The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-10-05
woman chartered on with her pretty for

woman chartered on with her pretty for
eign accent.
''And you do look $3.50 beautifulr'
Yes. rarely beautiful, with those large,
dark, lustrous eyes ashine, that drift of
carnation in the oval cheeks. Changed
somewhat since we saw her three years
ago-a little more womanly, but inf
nitely more charming.
Sitting there, in the balcony, with the
silvery gardens before her, and the de-
licious, dreamy wall of Strauss waltz
floating to her ears, she fell to dreaming
Of the past.
She lived over again the time when
she found herself penniless and an or
phan. When, with obstinate pride, de-
Ginning the home which her then un-
known uncle had offered her, she had
taken a position as Mrs. Caryngton's
goyerneSs. a position she had resigned
over her uncle's home.
But Philip Deane?
''Oh, he was true loverr' she said,
bitterly. mo word, not one, in three
long years, and I-shame upon my
womanhood!-lov him stillr'
She leaned her head against the case
ment with little, tired sigh.
No wealth, no change, can ever bring
a woman forgetfulness!
Hark! What was that?
A step on the gravelled walk below; a
light leap on the balcony; and then
then Vivian sprang to her feet, with a
shaking of her breath, a sudden, raptur-
Gus lighting of her eyes, and looked full
in the handsome, haggard face of Philip
Deane. The moonlight fell full on his
face, worn, white, but lighted now with
that love, which is the master-key of a
life.
"Vivian." with outstretched hands
The old, familiar voice almost un-
neryed her. Shuddering, she called
back her womans pride, and shrank
back little into the semi-dusk room.
'.Miss Grantley, if you please, Mr..
Deane''
"Vivian still!' leaning eagerly for
| ward, and speaking in quick, hoarse
tones. '.Perhaps-perhaps it was not
true. Vivian, for the sake of the old
times, when your love was wholly mine,
tell me why you were so cruel-why did
you not answer my letter?''
''What letter."
| w udb ltttCl. --uC Pi
| over the low window-sill, sad was stand
ing beside her now-''did you not get
my letter. Did you not throw me over
for anotherp Mrs. Caryngton told me
there was favored lover"
| "When?'
"Three years ago this March"
| ''Mrs. Caryngton spoke falsely. She
knew then, as well as now, that Har.
court Brady was my uncle. Philip, tel
| me all.''
And he told her all, while statue-like
| she listened.
Then they both guessed the miserable
truth.
| .Philip-listenr'
| She nestled closer to his side as the
sound of laughing voices neared the
| purple portiere.
/ $50 dear Vivian is really here. l am
so anxious to see her Ohr
A woman's shrill, surprised scream
For staring at the figures in the moon
| light, stood Mrs. Caryngton. She re.
| covered herself, and came smilingly for
| ward.
"Such surprise, dear Mr.. Deane,
| -
But Philip did not see the outstretched
hand. He bowed coldly.
1--WE have just been talking, Mrs.
Caryngton, of your curious mistake o1
three years ago. Vivian, dear, there
goes our old favorite, The Blue Dan
ube.' My darling, can you resist?'
And bowling slightly to the woman
who had played for and lost high stakes
| they passed to the ballroom.
And in her lovers shielding arms
while cover the midnight came stealing
the MORN" Vivian forgot how nearly
love and life were wrecked by one
woman's falsehood.