The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-06-03

breaking the Second Commandment II
is making craven likeness. O. isn't if.
Mr.. Ellsworth
g Go on, my child" said that GENTLE
man, with Impotence undisouised.
" And we sent the note. saving that
YOU adored her. and wanted to see her
all alone; and if she would let you, she
must come down to tea tonight wearing
a yellow rose.''
g And did she wear it?''
And here George, petrified again
petrified this time in motion, speech, ex-
preston. There was something so in
tense in the way in which Harvey Els.
worth asked this question, something so
like an electrical shock thrilling Georgia
in every nerve upon which his voice fell.
Soft as that voice was, it rang like vio-
lin string that gives the note and breaks
in giving it; and his eyes shone like points
OF flre-at least she thought they did.
I'D she oeGr it?''
y, George, you will never be a child
again after tonight. The terror, the
responsibility, the mingled insight and
Apprehension OF this concentration OF
experience, forbid you ever to return to
the reckless innocence OF fate.
She paused one moment longer. She
dropped MS hands, and covering hel
eyes stood helplessly before him. Was
IL, then' 10 De either betrayal or desertlon
Oh Adele! one OF these two mlserles.
"ltls secret, half sobbed the child.
"A g0ou man IKE you would never tell
y. Yes, MIR: Ellsworth, she wore 1t.
ANU now she changed the attitude 10
one cohlluing ana importing ana no"
you uiusC helP me- one must hoC oe
aisgteeo, my DARING noble sister, ana
lauSi,ea at oy an .ne house' anu my
own s halu oiu IT, -,
one lelC somethlng ilke an eiecVrlcal
shoch' LOT she had looked up 10 MS lace;
anu lhe lace OF Harvey Ellsworth at Una.
iiiolliehV was In rapture-a rapture OF
haRPihess' .....
Ter Iler hearV llShtened as sne Went on;
Lou must pretend 10 Adele ChaC you qua
MliIe lI' sue must never Kho" 1naC tne
Slris liaue sucn a plan; she must tnlnK
elat she was mistaken; 1or, on! sne mas
peen CRYING oreadfuily' You must send
lel allo'ii &, hote anu say you are 50 Slao
she wore the rose :, -,
Ano L oHs SO giad' SAID MI. Ellis
worth.
"And then-tor she did consent, this
George said regretfully-''since she did
consent, you must walk around the piazza
with her, and make up something to
comfort her" .tr.. ... .
Il shall not have to make it up" said
Mr.. Ellsworth.
Linen come, quick, and write the
message, cried the impetuous Georgia.
BY ten o clock Adele, re-arrayed in her
lovely costume, with the rosebud in her
hair, and the message, ''Meet me in the
Blue Pavilion, written by his own hand,
brought to her by her own Georgie-his
message, with one trembling kiss upon
1t, safely slowed in the pocket oil
her ivory-colored gown-went down.
stairs just as the waltz music in the
parlor struck up Jubllantly.
And in the Blue Pavilion, safe with
Mr.. Ellsworth, George, blessed George
for so she felt herself that moment
left her.
adele. said the manly voice, with
that manifest tone in it that springs
from true devotion. Il shall thank you
all my life for granting me this happi-
ness. May L spend my hfe-are you
gong 10 let me- dear Adele spend my
lie In 'hanklhS you LOT IL!
"Ihese questions 1oiloweu each othei
closely; SO closely because the proud,
senslllVe girl 10 wnom all expression Oh
thaI "hlch was reaily sacred 10 ner was
Dy her very constitution most al'lcult'
naa oeen thls nlght SO tossed ana wear
ied by pam ana pam misgTingS tha'
she melted at love s hrst touch Ihere
was no need 10 ASK 10 you love me- t1;
between the dedicat0ry questions' Inc
sweet race, agitateo ana tender' the
hands tnat he ciasped IN MS, tremolnS,
tod without the asking that she loved
nm. ,........ ,...,
he drew her near 10 MN there IN inc
sohtude, In the siladed moonlight, IN tne
midsummer sea-alr, ana went on with
lovers resistless fervor: ''My darling,
| hardly dared-hardly dared to hope
for this after our cruel separation.
When we parted last year in Florence,
Adele, and you said forever | knew as
deeply as you could care to have me know
that l never could love another-not
really love another. Do you know, my
darling. did you hear, that | was very i'll
at Paris? They called it Roman fever,