The Penn's Grove record., 1884-08-16

that you have touched, Dorothy for
this is our last goodbye"
She reaches up to the hanging roses
above her head, but he stays her hand.
"NO, give me thls"-tOuching the
crimson red rose she has worn all the
evening so near to her warm young
heart.
In silence Dorothy gives him what he
asks, and stands with folded hands and
dropping face. Paul Tempest bends
his handsome head and kisses the flower
softly.
Though years roll by, he says, ~
will keep this, because you have given
it to me, Dorothy !" and he puts it
away near his heart, the heart that
beats only for her. Dorothy" he
adds, ''shall l come back again in "a
year or two ?"
''If you will, Paul" comes almost in
a whisper but he hears it, and into his
heart comes a great hope.
Il love YOU" he cries ; and, oh, Dor
othy, ! thought you had no heart left
for me +"
AT that she raises her eyes to his in
the moonlight.
at is ali yours, Paul, if you care to
have it,"
And he takes her in his strong young
| arms, and they 10Y to be true to each
other.
"You will wait for me, Dorothy darS
ling-you won't forget me ?'
All the scorn and proud waywardness
have gone out Of her face IS she looks
up at HIM and says TREMENDOUSLY through
her tears
81 will wait for you all my life,
Paul"
at won t be so long as that, my dar-
ling"
And she CLOVIS and tlushes beneath
his gaze, and they are as happy in the
old garden IS the lovers of long ago,
though the happiness Is fraught with
bitter pain, for the hour of parting has
come, and he clasps her tightly to his
heart IN Il last long embrace, and in the
moonlight they sob farewell.
Don't forget. me-" he whispers ;
Glove me always, Dorothy !"
Her slim white arms are laid about
his neck, her voice, broken with weep
ing, answers
It'll death, Paul !"
Dorothy, my Dorothy |" he cries,
and cannot let her go.
At their feet lies the crushed white
rosebud they see it not, nor Iced it
their hearts seem bursting with the an
gulsh of this farewell.
Good. bye, goodbye !'-and he is
gone.
Dorothy stands alone, weeping in the
moUnlIt garden. She has loved and
leased and tormented Paul Tempest
for years, alternately making him mis-
cradle and delIriOusly happy. and now
he is gone at the last moment they
have understood each other.
Paul, Paul y she murmurs under
her breath, and. STOPPING, searches in
the white patches of moonlight for the
bruised broken rosebud, and, finding it,
presses warm kisses on the crushed
leaves for his sake. She stands with
her sweet pure face filled with a great
sad happiness. MAY Heaven bless you,
Paull' she says aloud.
If it has been hard to win her, the
citadel has surrendered wholly, entirely,
and Internationally now Dorothy has
given her life's happiness into Paul
Tempest's keeping for w and aye.
The rose-treeS are bare and black,
and the garden looks bleak and desolate
in the winter sunshine. Up and down
the wide walk two figures are pacing
Dorothy, graYer and more serious than
Of old, and at her side Sir Percival
Montague. He is not handsome, like
Paul Tempest he is only a plain coun'
Try gentleman and he loves Dorothy
FeTschOyle with the love of his strong
manhood. He might love her more,
but ne can never love her less than he
does now, though she has told him to-
day, IA the very spot where she plighted
leT faith TO Paul Tempest, that she has
nothing 10 give in return for the great
love lie offers her: and he has taken the
crushing Of all his hopes like a man,
never saying one word of reprOach to
Dorothy when her answer smote home,
keen and sharp, right through his noble
heart. Only 0ne bitter cry comes from
his lips as he realizes that he has lost
her, that she has gone out OF his reach
for ever.
Great Heaven ! Would that | had
come first p he means; aud the hoarse
agony Of his voice pains Dorothy from
it's very hopelessness.
She looks up with tear-llled eyes.
You will meet some II better
worth loving than ! an" she says, with
grave simplicity.
~ had dreamed Of great happiness"
he says, in spite of himself, a tremor
in his voice; but do not look SC gTiey-
ed, Dorothy-it was not your fault. |
will bear this trouble as best | can"
Quiet simple words but Sir Perciyal
is only a simple honest gentleman, and
cannot understand paining by word or
act any one he loves and % he says
/ goodbye and manages To smile us he
goes away And Dorothy dries ner
tears.
Gle does not care so very much"
she says, and dreams of Paul Tempest
far away.
Sine does not see beneath the roof OF
prrC val Towers Il lonely man bearing
his disappointment by himself, with
arms flung on the table and head bowed
with the bitterness OF anguish. He has
p@iclure1 10 himself the sweet smiling
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