Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1883-09-08
MY ENEMY JACK.

"Thank you, no."
"a tramp under tho falls would pass
away the afternoon.
al am tired of the falls. There will be
a fine sunset from the peak, you say!
Well, am tired of sunsets, too"
"Sec here, Jack" l broke in, impa-
tiently, "thcrc is one thing you might
do"
"What?"
"Comc out some where and fall in love.
There's Il. party just arrived. | heard a
ravishing girl voice when the stage drove
up, and caught glimpse of face which
would break your heart at once"
A smile crossed his handsome counte-
nance.
"But am little tired Of that, you see.
Just this summer there has been Rubic
Lake, and Bessie, and Kittie, and others,
beside-bcsidc-"
"Beside the little girl from Chilling
WORTH" helped out, with an answering
smile. Jacks latest; he couldn't yet quite
speak her name, thought. "Oddly. of
all your bewitching maidens, she Is the
only one have not seen. should really
like to see her, Jack"
He turned and gazcd with n sudden, re-
freshing ferceness down at me.
"You would like to see her, Mordaunt?
Well, don't know that / should object to
your seeing her, TO your admirins her, in
a certain way. But, mark you, should you
ever presume to make lovc--to-to ilirt,
even, with Rebah Wayne, you will change
your dearest friend into the most bitter
enemy you could have upon the earth !"
could have laughed outright; it WAS
so like-simply Jack. But the tenderness
always in my heart for Jack restrained me-
every well, will remember" l re-
piled, good-lumoredly. "And now, since
you will not, will go and try my rifle in
the glcn.'
1t was a still summer afternoon, Mt the
hour which the gay world in these noun
tains, with rare exceptions, agree to sleep
away. Slight danger of meeting any,
save my own ilk-some huntsman or
dreamy artist TO whom nature would give
no rest; and with keen sense of freedom
and comfort strobe down the rocky glen.
Laughing ut Jack, now, heartily, yet
withal in 4 thoughtful mood, somehow
his words haunted me. Could it be that
Jack was deeper in love with this little
girl from Chillingworth than any one yet
knew? I had never been in love, but
supposed even TO q man so subject TO fleet
ing fancics there came 4 time
''Whcn other lips and other hearts
Their tales OF love shall tell"
Thought paused, and was suddenly in
the path. For this moment, from below,
n voice floated up the old, sweet song-a
very angels voice it sounded In this noun
tain solitude. stood through the verses,
spellbound, yet involuntarily smiling as
the legend came to mind. Glen Mary had
its weird, they said. A gentle maiden
wandered here day and night, striving
ever to WOO back her faithless lover with
the songs he loved Of yore. No mortal
had ever seen or heard her; the matchless
face, the enrapturing music, were far be-
yond all earthly ken.
was never romantic man, but grew
dazed there, beneath the spell. How
pleasant, IL such things were-if / stood,
now, the one favored mortal within sound
of this secret singing, about to look, may
hap, into the wOndrous face of poor Glen
Mary, TOTO
To carry the news to Jack? Such was
the odd finale dawning on me, as suddenly
the song ended in wee, but emphatically
earthly. scream, which sent me flying
down the ravine in the direction from
whence the voice had come.
Glen Mary indeed, \ dainty, nine
tcentIi-century maid, wearing Vatican
mountain dress and terra Gotta mOu=que-
taires, bent over high ledge Of rocks,
cxclaiming pitifully as she gazed beneath.
Her broad-brimmed hat had fallen off,
and, rs startled at my step, she turned,
SAW tie beautiful face had seen peeping
from the coach window not quite an hour
ago.
She regarded me blushing, but with an
open expression of vexation.
II frightened you, guess" che said,