Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1882-11-29

list ~ "sailed foT Europe Z read u
aloud, with sOme careless comment,
il1samOnd wa, Ia the room, hs ree0lr
iseled, What had shs ssidi Had she
said anythilgf lie scented 70 Tememr
Der thai size got up quietly aud leil
the room,
How should hs ever tell hefy And
what uss 70 tell, when Dwight was
gone gone for years likely as Roty Oh
what had his eaTelessness dOnef
~ suppose he went because ht
thought slie had nothing 10 say " him,
he said N himself, miserahly,
The sound 1t the dinheF-bell inter
Tuplei his unpleasant laeditaliOns, and
no went down feeling as though ht
ought 10 DO hanged,
ilUsampnd was IN her usual place
NEAT, graceful, sailing SVEN hut study
ing her fase closely hs netieed an
effort IN tHe SMILES and eheeFfulhess
The sweet face was u little thiRnrr
tbs wild Fnse bloom, which was ~
characteristics, hal paled 10 a fainter
pink, and Aslicy heard his mother
ask, "headaehe again, my ehlldY" And
caught tho patient answer, "Just q
little"
With increased remofse no etecFated
his carelesaess, What ought he u
doY
Long and dbbply did no study Over
the gueatiOn, AT last no took d half
manly, half'eOwardly resolution, Con-
fesa his delinquency 10 his sister Ia
absolutely dared not, but that night
no wrote 10 Dwight Edgar, made q
full exposition OF his fault, and In
closed tic family blotted scrap which
said ~ little and meant no much,
This done. he net himself 10 walt
for the moment when no could pro-
duce evidence that, 80 far ~ In him
lay. he had made amends Tor his mis-
dOIngs. and Till then he resolved 10 DO
silent
Ashley was right In his guess,
Dwight Edgar had gone 10 Europe q
deeply disappointed man, In tho let
ter TO whlCa ltOsa's was an answer
hs had written: "DOR't Ray 40, |
could not bear that, nor could give
your gchtleness the pain OF uttcflng
tho word, will walt two weeks and
II ut their end You have said nothing
| shall so abroad and travel I'LL ! can
bear To come home again"
Not q wise arrangement this, con-
Ndcrlng what chances and changes.
including pOstonlce layltlcS, are In.
VOWED In this mortal life but lovers
are not always wise,
The two weeks passed without word
or token, each slow day deepening his
hopclessncss, and at their end hc
sailed. His final arrangements were
made In u hurry, and he had been glad
to accept % friends benevolent offer
OF half 4 staterpom on the over
crowded steamer. u was bcncvolonca
very poorly rewarded, for John
81 ,glcn found him very dull com
pany,
For the first few hours no made
some little effort nj conversation. then
he dropped all pretcnseS and sat In
moody silence, staring AT the dim back
ward horizon from which each stroke
OF the paddles carried them farther and
farther.
II was no better after they reached
London. The two men took set Of
rooms together at the Langham, but
to all plans for pleasuring Dwight
turned u deaf ear.
"Go by yourself, that's good fel-
low" he said. 81 won't bore you with
my dizziness. III just sit here till
posttimo and read the American nows-
papers"
And that Is what left him at"
explained John Blagdon to = mutual
acquaintance encountered in the cof-
fee-room. Pouring over an old Her
all, twelve days out-what an occu.
patton for man to take up in
London
poor Dwight, ] never saw a fellow
so changed in my life. He's all cut up
about something, and wish ] knew
what, for really, have no notion
what I ought to do about him.
Nothing can say makes any differ
ence."
And nothing did make any differ
encc till, q week after this converse
ton, Mr.. Blagden returned from an
excursion to Hampton Court, to find
his friend busily engaged in examining
his belongings into q portmantcau,
with a light in his eyes and color in
his cheeks which made him seem
different man.
"lIalloa! Pm glad you've come, old
fellow. I'm off at once"
"Off Where to-"
"Homel Liverpool train at 9 o'clock
and catch the Bohemia"
Home? The States! Why. what
does it mean? You were going to
Paris with me on Tuesday, you said"
"Wcll-so l did intend, but I've had
letters and must get back as soon as
possible
= Nothing wrong, hope"
"Not at all; quite the contrary.
Everything is right"
Marveling greatly, John Blagden
turned to the table, where, amid torn
wrappers and other debris Of u just
arrived mail, lay a sheet of closely
written paper with little heap on it
of something odd and blotted. whats
that?' he asked, with natural curl
osity. stopping to examine it.
Dwight Edgar snatched it up. otis
its nothing" he explained" only
letter I've had" Then breaking
into a laugh at his friends discom-
flied countcnance, the first real laugh
which John had heard him give since
they left America, he added:
Never mind, old boy, I'll explain
some d,y. It's all right, at least l
hope it is, and 1 know I've been dull,
unsocial dog all this time. You've
been awfully good to put up with me,
and I'll try to make amends next time
we meet"
Meanwhile the days were passing
heavily enough in far-away America,
where Rosamond bore her secret pain.
She had kept the knowledge of her
plighted faith choice secret, not to be