The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-12-06
TRUE Love ASSERTS ITSELF.

/ Kathleen Langley but the adopted
child of very wealthy aunt, she
had never felt the Chilly ii SIS of
povtru; probably never wauid since
now she was the b.trothed oi Arthur
Faushawe, aud his name was good
for a million.
had been Kathleen's intimate
friend and chosen companion ever
since our school days; to rae there
had never been go true and dear a
friend. But | ceuid not shut my
ewes to her besetting sin pride. In
vain | argued with her, lectured her
on its evils. Sine had always listen
ed patiently, but with sarcastic
CLEAN in her brown eyes, and when
| | had finished she would lay her
head on my knee and smile up into
my face mischievously.
Dear old Mentor !" she would
say sit is no -ase. Pride was the
sole heritage left me, and though it
wrecks all my happiness. | cannot
conquer it. :,
One day she came to my side and
held up one white finger encircled
by a costly diamond ring. In an
swer to my startled look of inquiry
she said slowly, as though it panied
her:
1T is Arthur Fanshawe's ring,
Cherie: have promised to be his
wife"
Arthur Fdnshawe, the blase man
of the world cynic, a sceptic, ev-
erything hard and unnatural. To
throw away her youth and beauty
and purity upon Arthur Fa1shawe!
1t was a cruel thing.
20. Kathie!' cried. ''tell me it is
not true! Ion do net love him-l
knrw il. Wh,, ,t.u. oI why do
, ou n,sk, Till -sctifin p
H,rr,d Ilt,s cuiled scoTu!ullv.
There are Il million reasons" she
answered bitterly.
Then she went away. and when /
saw her again she was in the midst
of gay group, lovely in her glitter
ing ball dress, and Arthur Fanshawe
was at her side, bis hard. cold ewes
lighted with the frosty CLEANS of
selfish love. his engagement to fair
New York belle publically announc-
ed.
knew then that the match had
heen of aunt Langley s making that
| her ambition for her beautiful niece
had at last attained the height Of a
wealthy marriage, and that tninduce
Kathleen to submit she had contriv-
ed to make her realize her depend
ence. Aud Kathleen. feeling herself
burden on her bounty. grew
Weary of eating another's bread.
And toiling up and down anotber's stairs"
Her pride had carried her through
and she had corsent,d to the sacri
fee.
Soon after Mrs. Lngley projecteu
a trip to Florida, and begged me to
accompany her and Kathleen; Mrs.
Fanshawe, of course, was TO follow.
We arrived at cur destination. a
romantic little town in the last sta
yes Of dilapidation.
We settled ourselves in a long,
rambling cottage near the loveliest
lake in the world. and enjoyed the
semi-trepical climate to our hearts
Icontent.
We had not been there three days
when Kathleen appeared one morn
ing in the room where | was sitting
with her aunt over onr fancy work,
looking charmingly in a short cos
tune with wide sun hatand gaunt-
leied gloves.
Pm going to learn to row, auntie,
if You have no great objection, she
began, gailv.
WHO in the world is going to
teach you p
Kat!.leen glanced ii roneh the long
French window TO the shore, but
few rods away, where tiny boat lay
maortd and masculine figure
loungsd hack among the cushions,
lazily putting cigar.
"Oh, / don't Enow his name!' she
laughed s~ornfnily. "One of the alb
origillee here. | have engaged his
services at SO much an hour, and for
the rest, as Mr. Tcots would say, it is
of no conse quence, auntie."
Il trust Mr.. Fanshawe approves"
began her aunt.
Il am not Mr.. Fanshawe's proper
ty yet,r suggested Kathleen, and be-
fore another remark could be prof
cred she was out of the house. down
the path. and off in the direction of
the lake shore.
The boating lessons seemed to
take up great deal of her time and
attention after that; but | never
chaDced to get a nearer view of her
teacher, and judging him bv others
of the native inhabitants whom
had met, / felt little interest in the
unknown. -.
s'Come, ladies, said Mr.. Fanshawe,
one day, 'let us 90 out on the lake
l.hsve boat engaged and awaiting
y1ur service !.