Daily Republican., 1884-05-10
A SPRAY OF HELIOTROPE.
BY ANNABEL DWIGHT.

| BY ANNABEL DWIGHT.
! Clio shook out the folds Of the delicat,
pink silk, and turned trifie paler, a.
the long ago familiar scent Of hello
trope hOated family toward her.
| 1t had been her favorite perfume In
the old days-just as the flower itseli
had been her chosen one.
| For two years that pink silk dress
had hung undisturbed In her wardrobe
for two years she had eschewed hello
trope either a. q flower or perfume.
How the old memories rushed back
upon her now.
The light, the music, the fragrance
Of that enchanted night when with her
lover she had stolen out upon the bal
cOny to enjoy q quiet promenade. His
low and tender tones as he begged a
spray of the heliotrope which she wore
in her bosom and in her hair; and the
earnest, significant look in his dark
eyes AZ he whispered
81 will keep this flower In memory
of this night, Clio"
She had been 80 sure of Stanley
Clark's love then! He had paid her
the most devoted attention all that
season.
People had talked of the engagement
as a settled thing, and as for Clio she
had been almost too happy.
| He must have known, she thought,
that she would not reject him, although
she had given him no greater encour-
ageInent than any modest woman
would.
But they were interrupted In their
a-tete, and had no opportunity Of
renewing it that evening.
On the following morning Stanley
Clark left Saratoga without a farewell.
OF coarse every one was sure that
Clio Rainsford had rejected him-every
one but Clio herself.
For week she half expected to hear
from him. After that, hope gradually
died out of her heart, leaving the de-
spairing belief that she had been most
cruelty deceived.
Clio was proud and sensitive crea-
ture. Not even to her mother, between
HON and herself existed the most
tender trust, did she contide the suffer
ing which she now experienced.
The pink silk in which she had been
10 lair il vision was turned wrOng-slGe
out, and consigned to the arkest corner
of her wardrobe The sight or smell
of heliotrOpe pierced her with crdel
pain.
A year ago she had visited some rela.
tives in Vermont. This season the
II ipa vi ia Eu
1t was for this that Clio had taken the
pink silk once more from its dark
corner.
The twins-two pretty girls ofeighteen
were half wild with delight over the
trip, and rallied Clio on her pale face
and quiet demeanor.
Mrs. Rainsford hushed them gently,
and smothered sigh as she glanced at
her elder daughter.
For Clio was her darling, and she had
long felt that the girl was not AZ happy
as she was capable Of being.
"Clio," she said presently, as she
watched the pink silk 60 into the depths
of an immense trunk, "yOur cousin
Jack was here this morning."
"Well?" qu.ried Clio composedly,
~ her mother hesitated.
lie says that he cannot give up the
hope Of winning you. He will follow
us 10 Europe"
Mother" said Clio, impatiently,
" used to have certain regard ior
Jack, but his conduct will utterly
crush it. gave him his final answer
two years ago."
A faint flush came into her cheeks as |
she remem bered that Jack had come to /
saratoga on the very day of Stanley |
Ciark's departure, and that she had
been forced to listen to his declaration
when she was longing to hear such
words from another.
She was thankful that the twins,
Alice and Anna, who hat fed to their
own room, called her mother just tnen,
tor few bitter tears started, despite
her effort to restrain them