Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1883-09-14

lips after you ran away. she did not tel
me all, l know; but you knew her lame
and that is enough for me. You f1lrte'
with her, you made love to her, and yol
are in love with her now, I'm bound. ANT
so, as warned you, / am forever,
Your enemy, JACK"
A bit of wrath at which only laughed
which but gave strength to determine
tion that needed none, and which rouset
a stronger one. Did Rebah Wayne love
this boyg would know; or at least. she
should never marry him till she had lis
tened to my fond story, looked deep ir
my throbbing soul, and vouched some
sort of answer. How, under the cireum-
stances, to achieve this, pondered not !;
| only planned to get back to the noun.
tains that very night.
But the same mail brought business
even a mailman might not ignore week
passed ere travelled again up the noun.
tain road. The train had been all two
| slow for me; the stage was uncomfortable
and at the entrance to the south pass I
dropped by an irresistible impulse, from
| the box.
! The glen had been weird place to me
always since that grateful day. Now, as
| entered it, the old charm fell around
me; as at other times, 1 seemed to hear
Glen Mary calling; as at other times, ]
FASTENED on, with beating heart, to keep
my tryst with her. On, under the spell,
till
Suddenly turned soft-turfed corner,
and come back to life again. For, just
below on the bank, with her head resting on
her little hand, sat Rebah Wayne, looking
thoughfully down into the pool beneath
Alone, without Jack. for oncel Quickly
I forgot all that was between US, and
with my mad soul, was hurrying down
toward her, when suddenly her own sweet
voice restrained me.
II should have forgiven him right
away" she murmured. Hills reasons
were foolish, but 1 understood them
quite. I think I had-reallv begun to
like him then. It is-oh it is a dread.
full thing, l suppose, for a girl to say.
ONOl w UuSOO uO1l 1OChO OuU dd 4uICO
sure love him now somehow, since he
went away"
But she did not finish; ere she could
was beside her, holding the little hand in
mine and looking up into her startled face.
That only out of my full heart, that mo-
ment, l could not speak word.
She blushed, but she did not take her
hand away; SO eloquent my silent tale ;
so plain the soul in my eyes, she never
thought to hide her own.
II think some one must have been
eavesdropping here," she said, with an
open fond look at me. And as my arms
drew her to my bosom, 1 felt her own soft
ones stealing around my neck, and knew
she was mine for aye.
Back through the wonderful pass we
wandered, as have many lovers. blssfully,
through paradise. On the hotel porch I
parted with my darling. and then Tor tbs
first time, I thought of Jack.
What of Jack? In my great happiness
the old tenderness flowed back to him.
Could it be that there was more in this
than had dreamed-that the love of one
woman was to make US, as it had made
other men, strangers for all our lives?
Could he not spare me this one little
girl A bit drearily my eyes wandered
down the piazza seeking him, and
Suddenly my soul laughed out. For, in
the far corner, I saw blonde beauty of
charming type, and, beside, one toying
with her dainty fan, and gazing, with un-
controllable rapture, up in the fair, sweet
face.
1t was my enemy. Jack.