Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1883-02-08

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Ing that Irwin Montague wore my
sapphire ring It was true | had
left il oH. because ny fingers received
O scratch and were swollen. I arose
and looked IN my jewel case for my
bsantaspl engagement rspg. aad u was
gone. ! stood mute and motionleas.
Where could / find it2 But. Whist
did il matter now The past was
all / eould turn to. / felt, inst then,
that nothing in life could ever CONS
to me IS sweet and ross-colored a.
the past had been lived over in
memory every hour. every moment
spent with him. Lester Belmont
the very mama was the embodiment Of
beauty and dignity. So we'll re-
membersd the first long drive took
with him. Il was Q smiling Septem-
Der afternoon. ! feel yet the deli
cious. sweet sense of enjoyment and
pleasure. How well I remember the
dress with which the fields were
clothed. The soft mellow sunshine
and the cool current Of air running
through the heat of that afternoon.
All, well, it would only be the men,
ory through the coming years Of
what might have been" The tears
were falling down my cheeks-tears
appointed for my healing-I would
not stay here any longer. ! would
60 TO Vermont and teach school, to
occupy my time. Perhaps, might
learn in time to forget him, and the
voice at my heart be stilled by new
scenes and new duties, and that sub
missiveness, the great panacea might
take possession Of me. But. Of one
thing. / was sure, never again would
allow another TO occupy q place IN
my heart more than friend.
"Kinston," called ont the conduc-
tor of an eastbonnd train and we
drew up at the station, the engine
putting and throwing cinders in pro-
fusion about as. I was handed In q
close family carriage by my uncle,
Malcolm Glen. We waited Q few
minutes after our first greeting. the
ressive horses paving the swaEd with
their impatient hoois.
There he comes now" said my un-
ele. as q tall well propOrtioned man, Of
perhaps thirty, came in view.
Whom p / asked.
"Oh, yes, you have never met Paul
Chapman" Just then be came up
to the carriage. stepped in aud seat
ed himself beside uncle Malcolm, op-
posite me. We talked on many sub
jects, dwelling on nons. A. few
atmospherical comments, then the
mountain scenery, the landscape. all
received homage from the admiration
they excited. / lifted my eyes to the
stranger twice; he was looking intent
ly at me but said nothing only in
response to some questions my uncle
had asked him. Paul Chapman was
9 distant relative Of nncle Malcolm
and minister. He had been spend
ing q month at the Cliff, before
came. The Cliffs was the homestead
Of the Glen family. 1t was an old many
gabIed farmhouse hidden away back
amongst the stately elms that sur
rounded it. In the summer days, the
scent of newmown hay. the blossoms
aud honeysuckles, made it bower of
sweetness TO me and Kinston was my
favorite retreat. Just bach TO the
west of the town lay the Cli6s. /
had gone one morning to the orchard
and had taken book with me intend
ing to have q good time alone. /
was reading Tenhyson's Elaine and
was was intently absorbed in the Won
derful story Of the self immolation Of
that poor girl-woman. when q voice
at my side aroused me.
"Do you allow any intruders under
the shelter Of your tent. Miss Will
lard p
Certainly" said, "coms un-
der" He came and occupied half Of
the seat | had made by setting q
plank across the root of the tree.
What were yon reading 30 intent
ly? ! don't bslisys you were aware
Of my presencs till my voice told you
you were rot alone"
held the book to him for answer
and his eyes fell on the song that
Elaine dedicated 70 her unrequited
love for Sir Lancelot:
"Swest 10 true lore tho given m vain, in
vain;
And sweet Is death Who puts an end TO pain
know not which 10 sweeteF, no, not I.'
! 81 fain would follow love, If that could 10:
I needs must follow death, who calls for ne;
Call and follow, follow lst me de"
"Do all nen and women love a.
did this girl, this Elaine p he asked.
Il mean ell true men and women p
There l. difference, think, in
the organization Of men and women,
and men cannot understand. cannot
comprehend the modification a w.
man must needs feel when sac fndI
her love unrequited."
"Do you speak from personal ex-
perience, Miss Willard r His eyes
were searching my facs from under
their long. dark lashes.
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