The Dawson journal., 1883-03-01

Pared Forever.

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look that came, from pair Of dsep
hrown eyes as Clstle. Corcoran spoke
these wordsin low, strained, wesnill.
warrant-these- -goods-not-to-Fip manner
that told something of the intensity Of
her feelings fiun ss !.
Bertie Cecil stopped and kissed the
pretty red lips that we're put up to bis
in q half pouting, half leving fashioa.
Thsy were to.be married in, ,the fall;
these two---thc beautiful fall, when
natures cheeks are tinted with brown
aud red, when the amber haze Of Indie
an summer wreaths the hill-seps ahd
the valleys seem but hugs caps,
filed to the brim with purpIe-red wine,
Cl5tie had told BERTHE, that night in
June when she had drawn him close 70
her sash, placed her head. npoa bis
shoulder and whispered tsnderly she
words that causeda great JOY to- nood
his soul, that the wedding must not
take place until october although he
never having previously gone over
the rapids) was eager for an early con-
summation Of tq happiness. And a6a
he was waiting anxiOasly and with "a
impatieut heart for the Day wAsn
Clytie would be bis eva. and the Foss-
tinted hours hold nsthins for him bas
her love and her dear pressnee.
But amid al the perfect Joy that Alled
their young lives there had come q
little cloud, q matter ON which they
could not agree. - .tp ~,
II was this subject that had been nd:
der discussion between them whea vths
words with which this shapier opens
we're spoken, aud, had caused Clysis to
produce the wistful look which she all
ways kept in stock for emergencies Of
thi, Find.
"You will not change your uind,"
she asked.
''Never replied BERTHE. "Not lis
parts us fbrever."
They were standing as the edge Of
the lawn. Not q tree or shrub broke
the seivety-green plush of this revel
ground Of Titania but it was hedged
in-dusky, broad-shouldsred horse
cbestnuts: slim coward phplars; baln
o Gileads, with their Cottony sbull-
tions the mountain ash, with its coro-
nal cf scarlet berries Norway spruees
and evergreens and where the shaFeu
Sward sloped down TO a little silver
thread of joyous water a willow droop-
ed forlorn with a sorrowful and witch.
ing grace. Beside low rustic fence
WAS wide border of flowers -migno-
nctte, pure and shy, ,heliotrope PEN
sive and wan; carnations, their red
rims filled to the brim with spices
shadowy, lilies, like vestal lamp-bear-
ing virgins, clothed in snowy white /;
roses, laoguid, velvety and rare with
eastern perfumes and pansies, pathet-
ic and seeking, purple, golden and
dusky-the flower Of thoughts And
as Clytie fastened cluster of them. In
her hair she spoke again--not angtily
this time. but with .inge of sorrow in
her voice that was almost pitiful. Tba
poor girls hcart was breaking, s6ds Try
as she might, she could not conceal ths
bitter knowledge from herself
/ 'Let us part at once then," she said.
at is best soonest over,' aud slipping
taper finger the ring with which he
Ehad plighted their troth in the golden
summertide. she handed it to Bertie.
AS he took it the hot tears Of disap-
pointment came into his oyes, but he
brushed them hastily away. eve skxil
at least part friends" he said.
"Oh yes said the girl, smillhg .
wao, sad smile through the miss sAss
coveIed her beautiful brown syep-,
I'VE must never be aught but friends, -
aud, turning, sbe went into the hOnse.
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I "You look i'll, Clytie, said Mlrdeie.
sohn Corcorau ct the supper table shas
evening to his daughter.
"No, papa,'. was the reply, 'it Is
worse than that"
He looked at her steadily for an in
stant '.Can it be possible" be said
"that you and Bertie---".
eyes," replied Clytiey I've Fave
parted forever"
Pooh, pooh; tis only a lovers
quarrel and viii be over.
"No, papa" said the girl, h~r voice
itremSling with grief, sit is tie bss.
ito face misfor tune bfsvsly, even
though ones heart is breaking. +
love Ber ie dearly, and God knows that
7to tear his image out OF my heart is a