Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-03-29

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+" do mos say tnAt.
Very appealing vas the wistful look
tina. came from pair OF deep brown
eyes as CiytieCorcoran spoke these words
in a low, strained manner that told some
thing Of the intensity Of her feeling.
BERTHE Cecil stopped and kissed the
handsome red hIs that were held up 20
him in haif-poutinR. half loving fash
ion. They were 20 be married IN the
fall, these two; the beautiful fan. when
natures cheeks are tinted with brown
and red, when the amber haze Of Indian
summer wrsathss the hiiit0pe, and the
valleys seern bot huce cups 6lIsd TO the
brim with purple red vins. Cytie had
told Berthe, that night In June vhsn she
had drawn him Gloss TO hsr sab, placed
her head upon his shoulder and whis-
psred tsndsriy the words that caused Q
Qread Joy TO Hood his soul, that the we'd
ding must not take place until October,
although he mover having pfevioosiy
gone over the rapids) was Eager for an
early contamination Of his happiness.
And now be vas waiting anxiousiy. and
with an impatient heart, for tbs day
when Clytis would b all his own, snd
the rose-sinfsd hours hold nothing Tor
him but her love and her dear presence.
But amid all the perfect Joy that dlied
their young lives there had come little
cloud, a matter on which they could not
agree.
IL was this subject that had been under
discussion between them when the words
with which this chapter opsns were spo-
ken, and had caused Clytie 70 produce
the wistful look which sine always kept
in stock for occasions like this.
"You will never change your miudF'
she asked.
Never" replied Berthe; mot il it
parts rs forever"
They were standing at the edge Of the
lawn. Not a tree or shrub broke the
veivsty-green plush of this revel- ground
OF Titania: but il was hedged tn-dusky,
broad -shouidered horse ohesuuts, slim
coward popiars, Balm Of Gileads, with
their cotto1y ebullitions, the mountain
ash with its c0roual Of scarlet berries.
Norway spruces and evergreens. and.
where tho shaven sward sloped down TO
a small thread Of joyous water, q willow
dropped forloTn with q sorTowful and
witching grace. Beside low rustic
fence was q wide border Of flowers
mignonette, demure and shy; heliotrope,
pensive and wan; carnations, their red
rms filled to the brim with spices; shad-
owy lilies, like v8stal amp-bearing viz
gins, clothed in snowy white; Roses, Ian
guild, yelvety and rare with eastern per-
fumes: and pansies, pathetic and seek
ing, purple and golden and dusky, the
flower Of thoughts. And as Ciytie fast
ened q cluster of them In fer hair aho
spoke again, not angriiy this time, but
with tlnge of sorrow in her voice that
was almost pitiful. The poor girls heart
was breaking, and, try a. she might. she
could not conceal the bitter knowledge
from herself.
LET US part at once, them" she said.
I" Il is best soonest over" and, GiippinR
from taper finger the ring with which
he had plighted their troth in the golden
summertide, she handed II TO BERTHE.
As no took it the hot tears of disappOint-
ment came into his eyes, but he brushed
them hastily away.
"Oh, yes" said the girl, smiling wan,
sad smiie through the mist that covered
her beautiful brown eyes, we can meyer
be aught but friends" and. turning, she
went into the house.
"You look i'll, Clytie," said Msndels-
sohn C0rcoran at the supper table that
GtcuAuk W 0ko 00Ok0t0As
mo, papa, was tho reply; " Its w0rss
than that"
He looked at her steadily for a mo-
ment.
"Can it be possible" he said, "that
you and Berthe"
Yes. replied Clytie, "we have parted
forever"
"Pooh, pooh, tits only lovers quar-
rel, and will soon be over"
No, papa" said the girl, her voice
tremulous with grief, it 10 BEST to face
misfortune bravely, even though ones
heart be breaking. love BERTHE dearly,
and God knows that to tear his image
from my heart Ia cruel pain. But We
should not have lived happily together
since he refused my dearest wish"
what Was that, my darling"
He said" replied the girl. sobbing as
il her heart would break, "that whom
We were married / could not have the
use Of his razor" and her little head,
with its coronal Of sunny curls, fell on
her fathers bosom amid . storm OF
s0b3.
why, what do you want Of razor7''
he asked in establishment.
Looking up to her father, the only one
she had in the vide. wide world, her
pretty eyes bedimmed with tears, Clytie
said, in low and agonizsd tone:
81 have two large corna."