The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1884-05-06

There was silence: the hush Of death
between them; she leaning onward, her
lips apart, her cheeks blanched. and look
ing straight into bis eyes, but as one d.-
prived suddenly of sight.
''Y"u have been so kind-most kini,'
be added, "and thank you more than /
can ever say, but tie time has come Tor
good bye."h a
"You are very unkind," she answered
in a puzzled way, ITO 60 away-I never
thought OF that before. You are really
goiag, and will never come back ?"
/ am really going, AMI never will come
back, he echoed mechanically
She still looked at him with that calm
strained expression that one sometimes
sees In marble, her Fps we're apart, but
did not move, the breath seemed scarcely
to cross their Strengthened curves; they
grew white, the face almost ashy.,
"Then shall diei"
Until now he had stood unmoved, calm
and erect. Z
"O6, Celestei Celeste!" The bitter
pain, the intense love, the repressed
emotion in the tones we're enough.
The two stood revealed, each to the
other. There was one moment OF para
disc, then the gulf OF an eternal separa-
tion yawned between them!
He told her all; OF his other love-ol
the woman who loved him. but who had
never for one second, thrilled bis soul as
she had dope In the first moment oi
their meeting. Bu. he showed her tha,
his love, his loyalty, his manhood, were
ell bound to that other. He bad thought
had tortured himself by night, by day
with the problem. all. 10 no purpose. He
must return TO his duty, to bis bttroth.
ed. as
She listened to the recital quite un
moved. the ,ligh,-hearted, impulsive child
was beside bim no longer.
"Or, Celeste, / hoped, prayed tha,
you might not care. lfall the pain were
mine, il could be borne!"
She laid little Icy hand upon hi,
own.
forgive you!
That was all; they we're The only words
they spoke. And she was the braver Of
the two, for as they walked back smile
fitted across the beautiful lips. and she
talked to hin, but not as,was her wont
She paused at the further gate OF the
square, in the shade Of one OF The greal
cubes of shrubbery.
"We will part here" she said gently
unclasping the knot Of violets. at hel
throat. .At least you will remember
Celeste" Her voice trembled. her eye:
grew misty, and the look Of unutterabls
tenderness that rested upon him, was al
most unsndufable.
"Oh, Celeste! God kno ~ I am in
nocent. God knows l suder!r
Just moment her hand touched hie
and left The cluster of viotets, then shs
Was cone. .s.-.s sS..-.
60
:. The glitter Of the chandeliers, the 70
fsction from many mirrors, the CLEAN
OF faultless statuary, all the appointmenil
OF the @ ithetic apartment with its rar,
and costly bric-a-brac; above all, th,
magnificent woman gazing fondly frou
the depths OF those deep azure eyes, al
proved that he had returned 10 his life
Everything was irreproachabls about the
establishment, everything just as his, and
her, friends would have it. Only clus.
ter of faded vlolets that we're never
very far awav from his heart, told thai
other story, out she never knew.
A year later, again call of absolute
necessity took him 70 New Orleans; he
shrank from the duty but it was impera.
tive.
He shunned the Cathedral, the old
French market, all the places they had
visited together. and yet, all his wealth,
all his worldly honors would he gladly
have given, for one moments glimpse oil
that sweet face.
And it came; be was walking listlessly
down Canal street from ono office to an.
other, and saw two black robed Sisters
Of Charity approaching; one lifted her
head for second, but Instantly the eyes
fell, spssm OF pain crossed the face
but he had seen her!
A faint suggestion OF violsts foated
by, and be quivered under their influence
Oh, those Southern yiolets, forbidden
to him forever, their fragrance gone ul
With that devoted young li'a to tbs
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