The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-06-02

copy anything again, for believe 1t is
breaking the Second Commandments
is maSinga craven likeness. o, isn't it,
Mr.. Ellsworth?''
50 Go ON. my child" said that gentle
man, with impatience undisguised.
And we sent the note, saying that
you adored her. and wanted to see her
all alone; and if she would let you, she
must come down to tea tonight wearing
yellow rose.''
And dit she wear it?'' SI
And here George, petrified again
petrifled this time in motion, speech. ex-
preston. There was something so in
tense in the way in which Harvey ELS
worth asked this question. something so
like an electrical shock thrilling George
in every nerve upon which his voice fell.
Soft as that voice was, it rang like vio-
lin string that gives the note and breaks
in giving it; and his eyes shone like points
of tire-at least she thought they did.
"Did she ,0ear it?''
o, George, you will never be child
again after tonight. The terror, the
responsibility, the mingled insight and
apprehension of this concentration of
experience, forbid you ever to return tc
the reckless innocence Of fate.
She paused one moment longer. She
dropped his hands, and covering her
eyes, stood helplessly before him. Was
it, then, to be either betrayal or desertiOE
of Adele? One of these two miseries.
s'Itis secret" half sobbed the child.
"a good man like you would never tell
it. Yes, Mr.. Ellsworth, she wore it.
And now''-she changed the attitude to
one confding and imploring-''and now
you must help me. She must not be
disgraced, my darling, noble sister, and
laughed at by all the house; and my
own hand did it,
She felt something like an electrical
shock, for she had looked up to his face;
and the face of Harvey Ellsworth at that
moment was in rapture-a rapture of
happiness.
Her heart lightened as she went on.
''You must pretend to Adele that you did
write it; she must never know that the
girls made such plan; she must think
that she was mistaken; for. oh! she has
been crying dreadfully. You must send
her another note and say you are so glad
she wore the rose.'' ..... p
'.And 1 am so glad" said Mr.. ELS
worth.
sAnd then-for she did CONSENT this
George said regretfully-''since she did
consent, you must walk around the piazza
with her, and make up something to
comfort her."
II shall not have to make it up" said
Mr.. Ellsworth.
''Then come, quick. and write the
message" cried the impetuous George.
By ten O clock Adele, re-arrayed in her
lovely costume, with the rosebud in her
hair. and the message, meet me in the
Blue Pavilion" written by his own hand,
brought to her by her own George
message. with one trembling kiss upon
it, safely slowed in the pocket of
her ivory-colored gown went down
stairs just as the waltz music in the
parlor struck up jubilantly.
And in the Blue Pavilion, safe with
Mr.. Ellsworth, George, blessed Georgia
for so she felt herself that moment
left her.
"Adele." said the manly voice, with
that manifest tone in it that springs
from true devotion. II shall thank you
all my life for granting me this happi-
ness. May l spend my life-are you
going to let me, dear Adele spend my
life in thanking you for it?''
''These questions followed each other
closely; so closely because the proud,
sensitive girl, to whom all expression of
that which was really sacred to her was
by her very constitution most difficult,
had been this night so tossed and wear
led by pain and pains misgivings that
she melted at loves first touch. There
was no need to ask, do you love me?"
between the dedicatory questions. The
sweet face, agitated and tender, the
hands that he clasped in his, trembling,
told without the asking that she loved
him.
He drew her near to him there in the
solitude, in the shaded moonlight, in the
sea-air, and went on with
lovers resistless fervor: 'My darling,
1 hardly dared-hardly dared to hope
for this, after our cruel separation.
w HCu We paw yCoA IAOiChCCs
Adele, and you said forever knew as
deeply as you could care to have me know
that l never could love another-not
really love another. Do you know, my
darling. did you hear, that was very ill
at Paris? They called it Roman fever,
but it was the fever of fate, Adele. Many
weeks it consumed me. Then when l
aroused myself, or when something be-
yond myself aroused me to the fact of
living again, took up life simply as
burden. If l can give a ray of happi-
ness to those unhappy as myself, let me
live,' thought; but for me there is no
joy in living And now we have met
again. 1t was strange accident that
brought me to this place. I must tell
you of it some time, darling. But we
have met again. and this time it is for
ever. Adele-my love-"
As little George in her motherly treat
ment of her sister had mingled with her
words and service her tender caresses, so
Adele's lover now between his words law
shed his mute endearment.
1--WE have met again, and this time
forever."
"Well, 1 DECLARE" said Olivia, when
on the morrow of the unkind plots de-