New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-06-11


should see her no more; and he was right Ihat
very night the sweet pure spirit passed away, 10
make it's unknown journey all alone. Poor child,
young she was, she had known one OF LIES
greatest northumberland of loving where there
was no hope of love being returned.
When Clarkson the next morning saw the blinds
down in Sara's room, he not surprised. He had
brought with him, on the chance that she might
still be able to enjoy them, some beautiful howers;
The door of the house stood open, so ne walked
straight in and mp to Sara's room AS he entered ne
saw that someone who was kneeling by the bed.
rose hastily; then he saw that it was Hllda Ford
They took hands silently be went over to the
bed. and placed the flowers on the girls bosom.
Then. leaning down, he kissed. very reverenty' the
cold lips that this time did not thrill under his; he
looked long and lovingly on her face, winch wore
look of unearthy rest then he rose and turned TO
the door.
do you know where Saras mother is he asked.
Seeing after her other children. They have to
be seen to. | have promised Mrs. White that
yould do some errands tor her IN the neigh0or-
hood
Are You going nOwr 49,.
AT once
NAV walk with youp
i shouid only be too glad il you would.
Thank you. then, I will
So together they lett the house Of death. and
walked out into the right October morning After
they had walked on little way In silence, his first
question came,
Was il You that called at the Whites yesterday
Yes; and even in the short time saw her. grew
qulte fond of Sara. Poor child. sh Is at rest now
l have heard great deal about you from them.
You seem TO have been their good angel nor are
thew all whom Won have befriended about here.
Before yesterday heard Of you from more than one
household you have been doing good work.
Thank yOu' he said simply, hardly able to
realize that be was with the one woman he had
ever really loved. The minutes were passing.
Soon she and he would part to meet no more. she
was little pale paer than usual but loveer than
ever. He wOuld nave liked there ana then TO have
gone down on his knees before her.
o bards. barns, we who pirate of the romance OF
lovers in gardens, lovers in woods. and where not
besides so long as II j. pace where romantlcaly
inclined persons would IKE 20 ne why not ~ once
the truth that there is often as much continent
connected with places of the most unromantlc
kind9
Write poet novelist:
The scent of lilies growing in high walled gar
den; the nightingale's passionate strain all the
charm and music of a simmer night VIII these rot
always bring TO his mind, If he cUuld ever ior one
moment forget it. that face OF hers as ne saw II IN
the full moonlight and recall the low music OF her
voice
Write o prose-teller of facts
The sound of iingling tram-beIls; London ridge
with gIeat ships visible therefrOm open stalls,
with calling ont their wares the smell ISSUING
from Overlooking gin-palaces-these. though ne is
perfectly familiar with them, Will for all time De 10
Paul Clarkson associated with the woman ne
loved
tie was 80 silent. that Mt last she said to him
Why don't you talk TO meT
Because I'm thinking of you much. To see you
again is like great light failing on eyes Dut lusV
opened am dazzled by you
She did not answer, but walked in a very
buslness-lke manner.
Presently she said
Sara was very fond Of you; do you think she was
am afraid she was getting to care tor me at the
end | never meant her to- but l suppose you
Yes will / don't think you did firt with
Sara, poor child
cuted and they returned to Upper Poplar-row:
What strange day it was for Paul and Hllda
Mrs. White was too much upset to see after any;
thing; and as she was a woman who Quarrelled
with her neghbOrs right and lett there was no one
TO whom she could turn but the friends who we're
with her poor dear She sat in her dirty kltehen
and sobbed: while Hda, with the sleeves OF her
dress rolled mp, displaying her large lovely arms
washed up accumulated cups and plates. raul
looked after the fire. and kept Bob IN order Az
length Mrs White grew quieter, aud by evening
they came to the conclusion that she might De e1t'
Good-by, and bless You both she said. No one
had word to say against my sally Wen sue
what's the good of being in ii, slave, slave, day and
night and then, some day, like an engine driven
hard. the boiler bursts; but WhaU the goot t oI
talki | say. if there's any power looking after the
world it doesn't trouble itself much about US that's
! in it, A., Ill H.,
'FsNow said Paul.
And she answered fes" -
! What are yOu going to do now"
| sThe most natural thing can do-ta Ike hanson
! TO onr apartments in Westminster; and your
i Z he answered some what bitterly, 1T ~ ieei
in a mood of exploring London by night might
come in for an adventure. Perhaps You VIII see III
! the morning papers, Murder in the East End"
| L think she replied quietly, yoa mad Dest see
/ me home. ,o,rod
/ my presence would only be an offence 10 you.
! NO. YOU were mistaken:
| So a hanson was called, in which they rattlec
| away. How pretty the lamps on London Bridge
looked shining in the water. a. our Two passe Over
! it, How very fast he Is driving sue saldi W.
snail Get there quite soon at this rate, shant we
! yes he answered absently; he was thID KING o
something he wanted TO say to her, ana wondering
~ we have all wondered IN similar positions
whether he should say II or not 80,
What are yOu thinking Of she inquired ina
yOu say nOthngF
L was thinking Of the past
L want us to forget that. want US 10 O'
friends
| Hida, that cOuld never never be.
And wny notT in her lowest and most subtll
| sweet tones
Because love you too desperately to make i
! possible
| Love you7 NV God | should think / did
Have | not shaped nv life as thought you Woui'
| have me To see you once again mas been my
! praver. yet what will it do tor me but make nj
| more 10 love with you than everi had uiral
| of Won some nights ago. thought lay dying, an'
| Won came n and leaned down over me, ana klsse'
| mo and | put my round you y, the heaVel
! of that dream, ITilda. | am n changed man. |
/ your love utterly dead would II ever De possiDt
| for you to trust me again . 1.
She drew quite close to him. put her hand III MS
| and rested her cheek upon II as she SAID
| WHAT do you think. dearr
Hi there, cabOy. down with the glasses
What cabby himself has smut down, shall we seel
to raise -lLondon Society
TO TIE DEAD