Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-05-13

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NAY, nay; drove him away myself"
Her friend accompanied her back to her
mothers carriage, which she entered, and they
drove away. The Friends remained in groups
for few minutes, talking over the exciting in
cidents of the day, and then dispersed to their
carriages and horses. and soon the grim old
the solitary wood.
If. in fancy, we follow the various groups to
their widely dispersed and beautiful homes and
observe them for the rest of the day, we should
find them deyoting 1t to family reunions. neigh
borhood gatherings. calls, visiting and pleasant
".
FAIR HILL.
Mrs. Lozier was the next sensation Of the
Sandy Spring community, which seldom permits
itself to go beyond a sensation, where it is not
taken by surprise, as in the case Of Denbigh,
destined to remain a mystery for some weeks.
She applied for rooms at Fair Hill so late that
the mistress was perplexed and little dismayed
She found her, as she had some others of whom
she had heard. one of the easiest to please
That she who had been conspicuous at the great
watering places in this country and IN Europe
should content herself with ruralizing so near
home. created comment at the Capital, also.
She was charmed with Fair HILL and the hostess
and guest, from the first, became something
more than clearinghouse keeper and boartler
Mrs. LOzier was a belle in her young lady DAYS,
social queen in her married years lost her
husband. went to Europe returned, married q
second time and was second time widow
While retaining much Of her earlier prestige,
she cOntented herself with a smaller and more
select circle. With wide experience, she had
extracted its BEST while she cherished a vein of
the romance of her girlhood.
She had lived the life of which her new friend
of Fair Hill had only heard and read, yet they
had much in common. Both were shrewd OBJ
servers, and each appreciated the best in the
other. Mrs. LOZer was charmed with the ram
bling old brick and wooden house Cbrick brought
from England), it's stairways, warped floors and
many hooks: was fond of hearing of it's old
time Importance. its traditions, and even talked
of restoring its lost ghost, the legend of which
at least still haunted the place, and several had
within the later years almost seen or come very
near hearing it.
There was pleasant company that summer at
Fair Hill, who, with the guests at Olney, made
the days festive especially when Joined by the
male compliments of husbands and lovers from
the Capital. Acquaintance were soon made
with the families of the neighbOrhOOd, espe-
cially the younger members, among whom were
many lovely and accomplished girls, and eligible
young men-gentlemen. though tillers of land.
Conspicuous among these was Villa Dorset VINO
early attracted the notice of Mrs. Lozer, who
seemed at once to distinguish her by marked in
terest and attention. So beautiful, sweet fresh
and modest. possessed of rare shy good sense
graceful and apt in all her girlish ways. Mrs.
LOZier had with her an elderly lady companion,
and maid. and soon attracted to herself the
young girls liking. She was the companion of
the ladies' drives and walks. read charmingly,
had delicious voice, and sang with much effect
several little airs.
The Dorsets. people of fine culture. were
pleased and fiattered by the great lady notice,
and between her and them there come to be
much mutual esteem. Something there was of
pensive. just fitting shade of sadness at times
noticeable in the look and manner of the young
girl which her friend came to observe. and upon
which she sometimes playfully rallied her. and
which usually called up delicious increase of
color, followed by an unwonted palOr. More
than once the true-hearted lady said-'never
mind, Villa, l will some time bring you
lover"
Nothing was said by any one to Mrs Lozier Of
the Denbgh affair. to which no reference was
ever made in the presence of the young girl. 1t
was supposed, however, that in the precious
childs heart she cherished the memory of the
rejected lover. and his last words to her, the
OminOus quotation from Rokeby.
The summer ran it's course through July and
deep into August, and the social world of the
Friends and their guests flowed pleasantly along,
with no incidents graver than an occasional pic
nlc evening lawn party, theatricals, dances, or
an excursion to some neighboring point of mild
interest, enlivened by f1irtatiOns among the
young people and rather colOrless gossip of the
seniors.
From the rear of the main building at Fair
Hill is an ell, the ground floor of which was
once spacious schOOl-roOm for young ladies.
This had been transmitted into parlor dane
ing-roOm and on occasions theater.
The sun fingers longest among the tree tops over
Fair Hill 1t was already twilight below. Mrs.
Lozier and Villa were alone in the large room.
Everybody else was out under the trees in front
of the house. The young girl had been reading
friend fal hQr
She laid the book by.
''Sing me your song Of the violet" said her
watchful friend, who had by little fnesse
detained her in the room.
There was wist1ul expression in the girls
eyes, as if she would rather not; then she arose,
proceeded to the piano, on which she accom-
panied herself, and rendered with touching
effect the exquisite air, burdened with the fol-
lowing words:
Gin the grass the violet low,
Ope's tim1d her heart to the sun,
Her heart to the sun.
The suns love, with passionate f1ow,
Lights earth and stars with golden glow,
While the violet loves but one,
Loves but one,
Loves one.
Heart and soul drink the golden ray,
From the great suns burning eye,
In her bosom 1T lights her day,
Till coming night drives it away,
When closes her heart to die,
closes 10 Ole,
To die"
AS the child's voice died away with the re-
Irain, she became conscious of the presence of
some other person, who had stolen in while she
was singing. Ere she turned from the piano,
Mrs. Lozier, who had risen, approached, bent
over her and kissed her cheek, saying: 81 told
you would bring you a lover"
so. who is here?" cried the girl, starting to
her feet. and turning suddenly she faced Dem
bigh. She sank slowly into her seat again.
my son, Samuel Denbigh LOzier" said the
mother, not quite prepared for the effect on the
surprised. almost overcome child.
'Indeed-indeed, Mrs. Lozier," cried the girl.
covering her face with her hands,
The woman bent tenderiy over her again.
'You do not hate him?" she whispered.
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