Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1882-09-28

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eBerne. order room and ! suit Of
clothes for Mr. Stanly. You must
stay over night; it is more than pro-
bable that the tempest will not sub
side for some hours yet.
Thinking Of possible fete-a-fete
with the young lady, consented to
remain after little more urging.
Your niece name IS --g' said
inquiringly after she had Withdrawn.
''Beruette Beauehamp. Ny name
i also Beauchamp. Bernette is very
literary and-and-eccentric, as YOU
NAV just possibly have found out al.
ready. 1ou met Ler when she was
feeding the turkeys, did you not IL
il some of her whims and do NO
harm, 50 let her alone. 1t is quite
probable we will see nothing more Of
her tlis evening. have jnst brought
lone some new books and supply
OF chemicals. aud wien sic becomes
absorbed in one Of her experiments,
It would take an earthquake to cali
her attention to other affairs. | fear
that she is now thoroughly int rested
from the fumes OF sulphurated hydro
gen that are beginning to fill the
F.. room. 1t is not a iav0rite odor OF
mine. be said. as he noticed slight
look of disgust tlit across his guests
face, but it is all in the cause Of
science. / am an earnest advocate of
| higher education for women, so | pa
tiently endure all The ills ca, d by
dwelling with SC eatiic woman, n
find myself amply repaid when this
woman is ready 10 converse with me
upon any topic | may choose TO take
up. She is then charming. witty pro-
found"
Tie old gentleman grew eloquent
as be warmed over his subject, but /
could hardly conceal my vexation.
GRADUALLY, however, was lured out
Of my evil mood by he bQaslonale Of
my host, aud we spent she rest Of the
aeTs1iae ~ Ifrelf e5lr, = =
no Bernette came. waichsd expec-
tantly at the breakfast table the next
morning for her 10 appear, but she
did not come, and IL was with sad
dened heart that babe farewell TO
genial Mr.. Beauchamp and departed
Tor the city.
The soul is a mirror,
We breathe on tie glass,
And find TO our sorrow
The image will pass.
We turn sadly away
As il Fades II IN our sight
When 10, in cur way,
Stands an image Of light :.
As walked down the long avenue
Of trees | turned b. sudden impulse,
and glaneing towards an upper win
dow, met p pair of eyes that said
mourniul farewell. / paused and
waved my hand. She replied with a
mute motion Of the head, hesiiated,
turned and was gone.
Is six months long? Is a year a
century We reckon time. not by
the ebb of. second, minute. hour
and day, but by our joys nj tor-
rows. A voyager just arrived at
Liverpool from the States" has lived
many weary months in the few days
required by fast sailing steamer to
bridge the watery path between the
continents
To the prisoner, waiting his doom
in the dimly lighted cell, the hours
seem minutes, and he vainly wishes
that the flying moments would lag.
and ahereby delay his inevitable fate.
All. well, we all know how it is.
Study our inner life and il needs no
window in the human breast to reveal
the ebb and flow OF the daily tides Of
thought. Legibly stands out the wri-
ting on the lace and aud student of
physiognomy can look thereon and
read the open page.
Brilliantly lighted parlOrs, scented
with fragrant flowers, and adorned
with every luxury wealth and refiae-
ment could dictate; beautiful women
and fine looking men lanpuidlv inter-
changing small talk; a dark woman
standing BY piano surrounded by q
group volubly persnading her to sing.
Such was the scene that presented it
self to Ralph Stanly one evening as
be entered his friends house pre-
pared to be bored, for how wearisome
life had become With q vague re-
gret IN his heart, and longing that
wonld never be satisfied. try 10 drown
or stife it as be would, he looked for
ward to social party with more than
e's1sssi. perhaps disgust. He had sac
rlticed this evening at the altar OF
friendship. but found himself inward
-ly vowing not to repeat the Of
fering. Good God did lie know that
face Listen, she is singing AThe
heart bowed down with weight Of
woe" Oh the misery of months.
how the burden seemed lifted OF and
swept out Of his heart There i no
doubt is = Bernesfe Beanchaup. He
steadied himself against the door: Re
would not disturb Ler set: he weuId
drink itis cup of ioy.carefnilv.