National Republican., 1882-08-18
HER TERRIBLE SORROW.
"My heart Is broken"


The world was white with snow that came sift-
ing down in feecy torrent from the gray cloud
banks above, eddying hither and yon in the gusts
of wind that swept with fierce fury over moOrlnmd
and forest and then falling with soft coyness upon
the bleak bosom of the earth, already made cold
aud cheerless by the December frosts. The trees,
that such little time ago were burdencd down
with wealth of bud and blossom, now wave
their gaunt arms as II i'll silent protest against the
cruel cold, while their black trunks stood haggard
against an IMPLYING sky Bnt me wind swept re.
Oliyet, and the sharp. fine mists of snow cut the
chilling air.
strained wistful, what are the chances for matt
nee tickets this winter expression in her eyes,
Gwendolen MnhafIy stood in the bay window OF
her fathers pnlatiul residence in Kendall Green
that December afternoon, and as she peered into
the storm look of pain passed over the fair
young face, and into the brown eyes came tears
that could not be repressed.
And yet, in spite of all its sadness the pctu re
was pretty one. As the darkening shadows of a
dying day fell upon the earth, the rudy GLOW, Of
the chimney and rOared as If III very glee at their
own power, brought into strong relief the 1.-the,
stately beauty Of the girlish figure i'll the window
and cast over the marble statues Of Psyche and
Diana that stood on either side of her u mellow
warmth that made them seem instinct with life
And while she stood there sobbing as II her heart
would break while now and then low moan that
was pitifu In its sad intensity came from her lips
there stepped Into the room through porhere,
whose presence was almost concealed by damAsk
tapestry OF royal richness and almost priceless
worth. strong limbed, sunny haired man whose
face possessed the almost b0yish beauty that one
sees so often in Swampoodlc Going quickly to
where Gwendoleu was standing, his arm was
around her, his face bending above hers in loving
tenderness, almost before SHE knew whether she
was afoOt or horseback
Why are you weeping, my darling 2" he said
kissing away the tears in a confident, Maud S way
that told more plainly than could any words, OF
his having been there before.
The girl gave no answer in words, but placing
her head above his left lung little shiver of pain
passed over the lissome iorm and then Gwcndo :
len broke down in q storm OF sobs.
"speuk 70 me, sweetheart" cried Berthe Cecil
in an agony of fear. Tell me what terrible grief
| is expressing you.
Checking herself with Almighty overhead check,
| the girl looked up TO him with eyes that spoke
| only of love, There were no tears on tue pretty
| face now, but III their place had come look OF
haunting fear, ghas,ly. bet on the Printing. Of
flee nine yesterday preston that sent chill 10
the mans heart Twice she tried speak and twice
| the words that she would say refused TO come
| But suddenly she kissed him with n rapturous
clinging, all lover 1.-The house and pert of the
front yard kiss and as he turned away TO catch
his breath, GwendOlen whispered in low, solemn
tones:
81 have broken my hustle"
THANK heaven it no worse" said Berthe. 81
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