Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1883-09-15

do not care for yourself, you must
think of me. u his voice falteriHo
and hot tear coursing down his
cheeks. "cannot let you CO."
"And think you it costs me moth
ing to say this ? Ispeak quietly be.
cause, when but q few hours since
that door opened and I saw him
standing inside this room / died;
then all happy things, real and pros
pective, we're in a minutes time
brushed out Of my life, and I then
suffered all l could suffer. All,
poor Paul poor Paul |" her calmness
for the once seeming to leave her,
"how can l stand it all ? There was
something told me that / was not
fated to enjoy such bliss"
Even then Paul Hayne would not
believe her, could not think but
what bis will would eventually en-
velope and conquer hers, more es-
pecially as all her great love for him
was battling on his side, but his
passionate eloquence and tears were
unavailing, she could only beg him
to leave her, to shorten these bitter
moments, leaving to her forever the
memory and sanctity of his love, on
which her poor broken heart might
feed and live.
"If." her voice growing very low,
1--WE should meet again neyermore;
the dreadful agony Of her voice and
eyes terrified him, as he stood in ST.
lent contemplation before bel, noting
as in a dream the glossy black hair,
the sweet, fearful eyes, which strove
not to meet his, and the robust be-
ing which that very morning he had
thought would soon have passed in
to his arms for keeping and protec-
ti0n forever. And with that thought
and the bitter remembrance that he
was giving-must very soon give it
all up-no-rather that it had of a
sudden passed beyond his gra sp-he
with bitter agony, flung himself on
his knees and with his face half hid
den in the slender hands on her lap
he burst into tears. And she who
loved him so dearly, felt those burn
ing tears as they moistened the dry
palms of her hands, with what a
pang, who can say ? But no words
were uttered Her grief, her agony
was silent; presently, as he did not
move, she, with her left hand, on
which a solataire ring, his ring, gilt.
tered. gently pressed into place his
disordered hair with a tender, affec-
tionate movement. Presently amid
his sobs, he said, not raising up:
"Hazel you have triumphed. For
when you beseach me, and pray of
me to go, | cannot disobey you,
though it is to my own misery for
ever and l believe to yours also.
But" raising his head and the fire
of love reminding and his eyes full
Of teardrops, ''should you ever
change you will let me know. Ha-
EEL" passionately taking both her
hands in his and raining kisses on
her forehead, ''vow TO me that once
you are free from this terrible incu-
bus you will send for me. Be it
next weekor many years hence, let me
be in my beloved home or hundreds
of miles away write me but one
word 'come,' and as quickly as can
be by your side, SO quickly may you
look for me-"
II swear it Paul." she replied i'm
sad sweet tones, her hand in his,
"and if you do not come / will for
give you; and if you do, ah--" sud-
denly breaking off. "Say good by; |
cannot stand it !"
''It is only at your bidding that /
say it at all" he said. "Recall your
decision even now. Unsay all. for
your sake, for my sake ~
But for an answer she only shook
her head and sighed impatiently, her
lips growing white all the while.
and his young life seemed DESTROYED
by the cold cheer Of her looks. He
said nothing, but of a sudden he
gathered her into his arms and kiss
ed the pale white lips and cheeks
with such vehemence and passion,
that she was frightened as well as
pleased.
"That is our good by" he manag-