Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1882-02-08
True Love INDICATED.

True Love yindicated.
She was the proudest woman 1 ever knew.
Poor and proud, this Kathleen Langley but
the adopted child of very wealthy aunt,
she had never felt the chilly blasts Of pow
erty; probably never would, since now she
was the betrothed of Arthur Fanshawe, and
his name was good for million. :,
/ had been Kathleen's intimate friend and
chosen companion ever since our school-days;
10 me there never had been so true and dear
friend.
But / could not shut my eyes to her be-
setting sin, pride. In vain l had argued
with her, lectured her on its evils. She had
always listened patiently, but with sarcas-
tic CLEAN in her brown eyes, and when 1
had finished she would lay her head on my
knee and smile up into my face mischiev-
ously.
"Dear old MENTOR" she would say, sit is
no use. Pride was the sole heritage left me
and though it wreck all my happiness, l
One day she came to my side and held up
one white finger encircled by costly dia-
mond ring.
In answer to my startled look OF inquiry,
"It is Arthur Fanshawe's ring, cherie; i
have promised to be his wife"
Arthur Fanshawe, the blase man of the
world: a cvnic. a sceptic, everything hard
and unnatural To throw away her youth
and beauty and purity upon Arthur Fan
shave r. was a crneltbing.
40 Katbie" cried. Z" tell me il is not
trueI You do not love him-I know it.
Wbv then, oh, wbv do Won make this sac
ri6cePD
Her red lin curled scornfully.
aTbere are a million reasons" she an
swered bitterly.
Then she want away and when saw her
AGAIN abe was in tbe midst of a CAV proup.
iovelv in her differing hall dress. and Ar,
thur Fanshawe was al her side, his hard,
cold ewes lighted with the frosty CLEANS of a
selfish love His engagement to the fair New
York belle publicly announced.
knew then that the match had been of
her Amt Ianplev,s making. That her am
b;t;on for her beautiful niece had at Last at.
tanned the height of a wealthy marriage and
that to induce kathleen TO submit she had
contriyed to make her realize her depend.
ence. And kathleen feeling herself a bur-
den on her bounty. grew
weary q, eating ano,har.s broad
And iOlins up and down anOthers stairs"
Her pride had carried her through, and she
had consented to the sacrifice.
Soon after, Mrs. Langley projected trip
to Florida, and begged me to accompany
her and Kathleen; Mr. Fawnshawe, of
course was to follow.
We arrived at our destination, romantic
little town in the last stages of dilapidation.
We settled ourselves in long, rambling
cottage near the loveliest lake in the world,
and enjoyed the semi-tropical climate to our
hearts content.
We had not been there three days when
Kathleen appeared one morning, in the
room where | was sitting with her aunt
over our fancy-work, looking charmingly in
short costume with wide sun hat and
gauntleted gloves.
I'm going to learn to row, auntie, if you
have no great objection" she began gaily.
"Who in the world is going to teach
you 2"
Kathleen glanced through the long French
window to the shore but few rods away
where tiny boat lay moored and mascu
line figure lounged back among the cushions
lazily putting good cigar.
"Oh, | don't know his name" she laughed
scornfully. zone of the aborigines here
have engaged his service at so much an hour
and for the rest, as Mr. Toots would say, i
is of no consequence, auntie."
al trust Mr.. Fanshawe approves" began
her aunt.
al am not Mr.. Fanshawe's property a
yet" suggested Kathleen, and before anothe
remark could be proffered, she was out O
the house, down the path, and off in the di
rection of the lake shore
The boating lessons seemed to take up
great deal Of her time and attention afte
that; but | never CHANGED to get a neare
of the native inhabitants whom / had met
felt little interest in the unknown.
"Come, ladies'" said Mr.. Faushawe, on
day, "let us 90 out on the lake [ have
boat engaged and waiting YOUR service"
We did not require second invitation
and soon we gathered on the beach. wher
the lake spread out before us its broad III
ruffied bosom, its green. cool lily-pads. an,
over all the cloudless sky OF Florida mic
winter. with the sun. like a great untwinl
ling eve staring lazily down mon us
SMiss Langley" said voice near u.s.
low, rich, sweet voice, like LIQUID music, I"
beg your pardon for intrudinq. but In,
boat is unsafe. She has been for some tin
out of repair. | fear YOU will meet with a
accident If YOU 90 out in her"
A Young man stood at Kathleen's side
tall, slender mau, with a face like pictur
with great, slumberous dark eyes, and
nameless grace and fascination about bir
But his dress was coarse and common, an
his hands were Drowned with toll.
, With that wonderful face and figure lii
some rare old statue. he was only a fisherm,
after all
Kathleen's face was flushed, and 81
glanced up timidly. But before she cou
say word Mr.. Fanshawe turned upon t
intruder with cool stare of insolence.
"What do you mean ?" he demande
allow dare you interfere in nv affairs, sir
The young man raised his hat with
graceful bow.
"My name is Sanford" he said, quiet
Gray Sanford. | live a mile above
beach. l am accustomed to the lake
spend half my time upon it. | know all
boats the one you have chosen is unwortl
If you 90 out In her YOU will certainly
drowned"
He put on his hat and walked away wi
out another word lie was proud, too it V
easy to see that.
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