The river press., 1882-03-08
Lake side m Osl u rs.

LAX. side N nsings.
Up from the meadows where the freshly
m vn hay lay in long win1ows. and down y
rhe mossy- banked lake where the sweet smell
ling sedges grew in riotous abundance and
the lily pressed its white face against the cool
clear surface of the blue waters, the soft
bree zes Of June evening came stealing DER
cot and palace-1'e 'er simple hamlet and moat-
ed castle. Standing idly, almostlistlessly, by
the postern gate that marked the entrance OF
Ter fathers broad demesne, GweDdolen Ri
orden looked down the broad avenue
that skirted the anct stral acres of her sire
with wistful, pleading expression in her
County Antrim features that told more plain
ly than words, more eoquently than three
sheet poster, the hopes and fears that were
harassDg her young Archer avenue soul.
''Wil he come p she said softly to herself
even blushipg as she spoke. rs the fru,ion
Of my hopes to be glad one, or must |
again throw the black pail of disappoiu
ment over my cherished plans Heaven
forefend that | should tor the third time drain
TO dregs the bitter cup that cruel Fate b
twice held to my lips-lips that were dry and
parched for the kisses of one whom | shall
ever love, and who will not see my mad
passion for him. Do not drive me too far
Menelaus Mcclure, or you will rue the day
when Superintendent Holmes gave you an
Archer Avenue car to drive-that day when
he felt SO colky over his joke about the cable
Car being like Grecian King. because it
was Agrippa"- and with these words the
girl kicked the family goat off the sidewalk
and turned to enter the house. As she did
SO the rustic of patrician polonaise was
heard, and q fair-haired maiden of nineteen
summers and a wet spring came around the
corner with her starboards tackled aboard.
Girofe Mahaffy was the daughter of q
lurst proud aristocIat who owned a milk
route, and she was not slow to make use Of
the social position to which, az the heiress of
over $500, time,serving worlu nad raised
her. She hsd met Menelaus Mcclure at
fste champetre given in honor of Aphrodite
Johnson's eighteenth birthday, and fallen
desperately in love with hlnl, although aware
tha, he had plighted his troth to Gwendolen.
She had sought by every art known TO
woman 10 lure him from his rightful love.
Was it strange, then, that Gwendolen bolh
feared an hated her, and that once, in mad
frenzy Of rage, she had said that Girof q
b .ck hair was no better than it should be.
The girls did not speak, and as Gio,f1e
passed the Rlordan goat which was eating d
discarded hoop-skirt, naughty smile fitted
over her face. ''Goat's milk is healthy" she
said, in low, scornful tones.
Gwendolen heard the words and faced the
speaker: Yes, Girf1 Maha affy," she said,
speaking slowly and calmly, although in
turning she had pinched her corns. 1--WE
are poor, bul notice that we are inv ted t.
al the wakes and christeniDgs. When it
COMES 70 going with the haut ton We Cap
ture the confectionery, anu don't you forget
it,"
AS the two girls stood there that June
e ea'ng, their ii he fglr.s sharply outlined
~ lauot IuO WSotCLu Skys tlC clSul
was pretty one. GWendolen with soft,
lu-trous, fearful eyes, and pained express
sion in her sweetly pure face; Girt f1e smi-
ing bitter. cruel, smile. Suddenly Meme
aus MaGuire, he whom they both loved so
well, came around the corner. Gir,f1e start
ca towards him, smile ON her face, but
he needed her not. Stepping quickly to
aw.ndulen's side he took her hand in his
while wave of color swept over his face,
and an ilfnite look of tenderness. came into
his bright eyes.
''Can You forgive me my neglect. dar-
ling p he said ''can you take me again TO
your hear, p
"A great passionate throb of intense Joy
filled dWendolen's heart. Looking up 10
Menelaus with tear-stained eyes, she said in
broken tones:
''Can forgive, my own !? Well. l should
piggle From e 'Gra66ed at Me Brink" 6v
Mur0t Hdlste0d.
y hat u Woman Can Do.