Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-06-22

away sne peas
When she turned back the face at the
window had gone. Fearful OF giving
how smother illustration OF his much to
be regretted disposition he had sought
refuge in fight; and she was once more
free TO seek the room which henceforth
Vernon Wilbur had told her would APP
poAr In his eyes, through they never had
beheld il, as the enshrined bower OF q
poetess.
An hour passed and only four lines
we're imprinted on the sheet but of
these meter and rhythm were quite
perfect, and her heart beat high in ex-
ultation.
When again her mothers voice re-
called her to this mundane sphere
this time, however, to announce visi-
tor-Mr. Wilbur was below.
Very, very pretty May looked, as
with flushed cheeks and bright eyes
sho ran down to meet him. His light.
blue orbs dilated at the picture.
"I have come to ask you to take
stroll with me-" he said. in his weak,
low voice. "Such days as this are in.
sFirational, and I am sure in every bush
and tree you will find lurking some new
and beautiful thought"
Ah, il Dick had but asked her to go
out 10 seek inspiration she might have
responded with as much alacrity as
Dovi
So it happened that, returning from
his lonely drive, little repentant for
his hAstiness, and ready to blame his
own jealous and impetuous temper for
unjust suspicion, he saw directly in
front OF him two figures slowly stroll
ing along.
He was not long in recognizing them
both, and a great, hot wave OF indig-
nant anger surged up to his face. He
was wonderfully tempted to leap out in
front of them, and bya vigorous appli-
cation OF his whip teach this miserable
pretender lesson he would not soon
forget. But he resisted the temptation
and drove on, deigning them, as he
passed, neither word nor glance; but
May, catching glimpse OF his face, felt
. sadden fear.
She had never seen Dick-dear old
Diek-wezr that look before, and Mr..
Wilbur, for the rest OF their walk, found
hor very silent. and it is to be feared
that neither from tree nor shrub nor
the radiant sunset did she gather in
spirAtion. And though Mrs. Brownings
delicious teas were far more inviting
than the Eepast spread at the hotel, he
was nol hidden to enter in and feast. Yet
May had condemned herself theerby to
= long, lonely evening.
II Dick had come in sll might have
been explained; but Dick, white and
miserable, was bending over his desk
writing letter, which. though savoring
nothing Of poetry, cost him as infinite
labor n all her inspirations. Many q
sheet he began and never finished, be.
fore, At last, q few curt lines. which al.
aost hid the pain their birth had given
him, we're left TO stay and reach their
destination.
Ne1t morning May found them bo-
Eide her breakfast plate. These we're
al the words they contained:
"I have been blind, May, but I zee
nov. know now Why you could not
drive with me yesterday, AMI why you
let mo go away the night before. You'll
forgive me that didn't recognize the
truth you have tried TO tell me in every
thing but speech, and 30 the sooner
given you back your freedom. II you'll
keep the few gifts ! have sent you,
should be very glad, for they are hate
ful enough in my sight, and the
Westher il somewhat too warm to build
. fire for their funeral pyre.'
Thss vas ak But for the last phrase,
born OF the great bitterness of q young
heart. May might have relented and
sent hack few lines which would have
hroaght her lover 10 her feet; but these
hardened her.
Within an hour she had gathered to-
gosAsT every token of his love; then
slipping from her finger the pearl ring
vhish lhad betokened their engage
menl che put that with the rest, and
dispatched them to him without
word.
"Er. wilbur says that every woman
has : mission" she told herself, lest
she Ghonld fancy her heart ached.
Nothing nov need interfere with my
work I shall write 9 great poem; I
can make my own experience its foun-