The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1883-05-09

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have had some good in her for the
girl to have loved her so.
We had said nothing about John
as yet. That was to come.
aFleurette, / shall write to John
tonight. What shall | tell him 2"
Her black eyelashes were now only
visible.
what can yon tell him? You
promised to guard my secret"
Il shall, at least, tell him L have
found you, and then he must take
his own course" .
GOh. don't let him come here"
pleaded the girl. i could not bear
to see him; and perhaps she added,
with a faltering voice, "he doesn't
care to here anything about me
mow."
All. F~leurette, Fleurette! after all,
on some points you are only a weak
woman.
The next day / begged leave of
absence from my partner and pa
tents. and raj down to Dalebry to
tell John the news.
Yet / had little enough to tell him.
/ was in honor bound to guard the
girls secret, so all | could say was
/ had found her again; that she was
as bewitching as ever, and | believed,
loved him still. | could add that
now / knew the reason why she
could not come to him, and l was
compelled to own it was a weighty
one-an obstacle / could give no
hope would be removed for many
a He must be content with
that it was all thenews, al the hope,
Ihad to give him.
Every WE'LL" said John, with a
sigh, Unjust wait. All things come
TO the MAI who waits; 20 perhaps
Fleurette will come to me at last.
Now that / had found Fleurette,
YOU may be sure / was not going to
lose sight of her again. / was much
grieved to ascertain that her mothers
circumstances were not so good as OF
old. Some rascal who possessed the
widows confidence had decamped
with a large sum of money. Our
Fleurette eked out their now scanty
income by painting on china; and
very cleverly the girl copied the
birds and flowers on the white plates.
She never complained, but to me it
was more than vexatious TO think
there was a good home waiting for
her ifher mothers faults would allow
her to accept it. Now and again |
would give John tidings of her. He
never sought her, being far too proud
to come until she sent for him and
as in the course of the next twelve
months the unhappy Mrs. Dorvaux
experienced three or four rolapses, /
could see little chance of John ever
getting the message he waited for.
1 begged Fleurette to persuade her
mother to enter a nome for inebri-
ates, but the girl would not even
breach the subject to her; SO here
was youth drifting away from John
and Fleurette-kept apart for the
sake of a wre.ched woman, and !
was powerless to mend matters.
But did John and Fleurette ever
marry? You see this is not q TO
nance, only a little tale of real life
and as such the only way out of the
deadlock was a sad and prosaic ore
"a way that poor Fleurette could
not even wish for. Reformation, ]
say, as a medical man, was out oftne
question. | hope Fleurette will not
read these pages, where | am com
PEELED to express my true feelings
by saying that, a short time after q
year had expired, Mrs.. Dorvaux was
obliging enough to die. l say
''obliging" advisedly, for, sad though
it be to think so, her death made
three people happy; indeed, as heI
life was SO miserable TO her, it may
be should have said four. Fleu'
rette mourned her sincerely; all hel
faults were buried in her grave, anc
left to be forgotten. Two months
after her death / wrote to John, bade
him come to town, without ever
warning Fleurette, sent him to Sc,
her. Then he found that all thing,
do indeed come TO the man who car
whatever the love that seemed 81
hopeless and far away.
= | don't think John eve knew. or
unless he reads it here, ever will
know, the true reason why Fleurett,
refused him and Stunned him for 81
long. He knows, from what | toll,
him, it was a noble, self-sacrificing
and womanly motive that led her t,
reject his love, and is content witt
knowing this. He feels the subiec
must be ever painful to his brigh
little wife, and has never caused he
pretty eyes to grow dim by askin'
for an explanation. There is n,
sadness with Fleurette now. Sh,
lights up that old red brick house
she is the life of Dalebury, and
A~uofcOtcf, luc olc WOWdl agdllS
whom Dalebury says little or moth
ing.
The last time l was down there
rowed Fleurette a long way up tn
shallow stream. Not only Fleurette
but a couple of children as we'll
dark-eyed, bonny boys, who chatte
in French and English ind;scrim;
nately. As we passed the spo
where the a aquatic escapade too
place, / turned with a smile to m
sister but before | could speak sh
said, beseachingly-
Don't please-don't. Old mem
Dries are ever sad. The present
happy, the future promises fair-lt
us forget"
And as she spoke. for a moment
saw the sad eyes of the Fleurette {
old days. Old memories are sorrow
ful-let them die-BJdck1coods Magt
zine.