, 1882-09-15

the only little girl in the room, and with
an admlrcr wearing mustaChc-hcr de-
voted admircr.
And here it was all in musical verse,
with refrain ol regret for the child..oye
gone forever.
1t was fUr into the night when | slept,
with the volume OF water Lilies
tucked under my pillow, and at the first
daylight | was picking out once more
little scraps of memory 1T drive We took
to MariunS Falls, which Marian grlycly
assured me were named "ycars and
wears hrtor" she was born walk we
took, when | tulcReu up ncr curIs III
womanish fashion and twisted in sweet
bricr, being piteously rcproachcd few
hours later with making her "pull every
hair ont with those houid thOrns;"
ridley took to Horseshoe Pond, where we
pledged mutual faith and love in cups
of lilies, and vowed eternal cOnstancv.
Page after page brought my sweetheart
to me, till ti>hel my locket ont of my
dispatch box and put it round my neck,
ready for any mergency--ready to swear
with MS much truth us most lovers VOWS
that it had never left my heart since her
white hands first placed my treasure
round my neck.
To Paris We We're cn route nj last. /
knew my darling 9 verses by heart. | had
read her novel twice, drcaitully diSgusted
both times by the fact that the heroine,
who had brown eyes and golden hair,
| married hero who bore not the slight
est resemblance to me.
The American party had engaged
rooms for us at the hotel they patron
lied, and one general draNiug-room was
to serve tie entire party. Here, after
making my dress an object Of most es-
pecial study, | went on the wings Of
love. A lady stood by the window look
ing ont, aud | went forward tmidly.
She must he one OF our party or she
would not be there Her dress "a
Partisan marvel of taste aud simplicity
was that Of n .jcHtc .Wic; her figure
was tall, graceful aud slender, and her
golden hair was dressed with all modern
abomiuatiOns But she never stirred or
turned until | s'OOi beside her, when
she turned her fuit face to me. Ny dar-
ling's face, with all the little baby curls
on the forehra |, all the sweet innocence
in the big brown eyes. 1t utterly un-
manned me. For moment | could not
speak; then held out trembling hands,
almost Whispering:
"My little sweetheart y
Her eyes grew soft, lustrous, dewy.
"You have not fur9utton?" she said.
:" have never forgotten. No other
has taken for one hour your place in my
heart. But you, beautiful and famous,
with your tnleut-"
"Hush I" she said, softly. "Who
gave me auy Of the gift you call talent?
You, who taught me that books were
not merely dreadful repetitions invented
TO torment school girls, but preparations
Cor future power of intellect; that les
sons were not strings of words to be
committed 10 memory, but stores OF
knowledge to be garnered and cherished.
You reused my ambition, my hope, what
power / have of expressing what my
brain suggests"
May" 1 said, gaining possession
again Of the hands she had released,
you nave travelled, seen the world, had
your copquests; can l, dare l, hope I
may still call YOU"
one neSJleu LlIO my DOSOn, ner Dig
eyes raised frankly to meet mine, and
said:
"Your little sweetheart, now and
everp
How / meant to torment you !" she
told me, later, when, her soft, loving
emotion over, her sauciness regained
sway. 81 intended to win you back by
all the arts OF coquetry, of jealousy
for have lover or two, sir-but my
heart betrayed me when saw your love
in your eyes and knew that you had
been faithful all these long yeals Dear
father and mother will be delighted,
but, perhaps, 1 ought to tell you Janey
is widow"
"Then you guessed that secret, too ?"
You great goose. YOU were the FAM
IIy laughlng-stock uutn toOA pIty OH
you"
"I'Il believe as much as I please of
| that" l retorted. "You can never deny
that you made the first advances"