Daily Republican., 1885-11-28

By ANsABxL DWIGHT.

BY ANNABEL DWIGHT.
A pale young moon is swinging
over the bay while Lii and I drift in
Dur little boat, singing melodiously to-
gether.
Lii is pretty-prettier than any girl
have seen since have been away.
She has piquant, gypsy like beauty
which Is very taking, and am very
fond Of her. / can hardly remember
when ! have not thought of her as my
property.
We have been companions from
Notwithstanding the tact
that my father Ia the richest man at
Jackson's Bluff, and Lii only the
grandchild of the old lighthouse keep
er.
l carry my nineteen years with a
good deal of conceit. am proud of
my good looks, and ny talents; and
consider myselfa very good sort of
fellow in being SO faithful to pretty
LII, despite her shabby gingham frocks,
for lots of stylish girls Of my acquaint-
ance are flattered by my attentions.
For whole year / have been at-
tending school 10 Germany, and shall
go back again In the fall.
| hope TO graduate in year or two,
and bring our song abruptly to q
close in order TO lay down some rules
Tor Lii to abide by while / am absent.
She listens quietly enough, yet with
a certain mischievous sparkle in her
eyes which somehow irritates me.
She docs not tell me until we are
separating for the night, of the won
derful fortune that has come to her.
An uncle, who was supposed to have
died in India years ago, has turned up
In the strangest manner. immensely
wealthy, and is to adopt Lii and take
her abroad with him.
Lii Is only sixteen, and when / think
how pretty she is, and what great,
dazzling world she is going into, I am
conscious OF an uneasy feeling in the
region OF my heart, and lump in my
throat, which l gulp down, and con-
graduating her, wish her goodnight
as quietly as possible.
OF course / expect to see her again
before go back to college; but, on re-
turning three days later from fishing
trip, find that she has been spirited
a way by that uncle of hers, in order to
select a suitable wardrobe in New
York. as he has decided to sail at once
for the old world, and will not return
d gain I'd JacksOn's Rluff
There is q note for me in Ills girl
ish writings containing few farewell
words. lev 1t away among my treas
ures with that same painful sensation
about the region of my heart.
The years drift by-five-ten, and
the years bring changes.
My little love and l have never met
since we parted under the summer
moon upon the shore at Jackson's
Bluff.
But / hear Of her conquests in the
world Of society with sneer.
l am q bronzed and bearded man,
and the world has dealt hardly with
me.
My parents are dead, my home in
he possession of strangers, my wealth
/ am bitter and cynical. Life has
not been the brilliant success I autici-
pated.
One or two of my late articles have
attracted the notice OF the literary
world, however, and society Is begin
ming 70 cultivate me.
l receive an invitation 10 attend one
of Mn. Arburton's receptions, which
is worth something to rising author.
I am rather shabby, it is true, and
spend almost my last dollar for white
tie and pair Of gloves.
But l go, because Lii, just home
from abroad, is to be there with the
old Baron l., to whom rumor says
she is betrothed.
I am consumed with q hot, I'M
anger against the girl with
whom l spent SO many hours long ago.
She is false and hollow like all the
rest.
I have always known Lii was pretty,
but my breast gives q mad leap at
sight Of the beautiful woman standing
in the center Of a little group at one
end of the salon.
There is something about her, too,
that appeals 10 more than the senses.
A divine. womanly purity, ming
led sadness and sweetness in the
glorious dark eyes. Has she suffered ?
What il it,
But, seeing that old sinner Of q
baron making his way toward her, !
steel my heart at once.
II Is only trick of the features that
she has learned.
How can she be true and womanly
TO give her youth and beauty TO that
beast 0fs man
Trading her very soul for-what
His wealth why, she rolls in riches!
His position, then--or his title. Bah
women are all alike
must be beside myself. Perhaps
the wine drink for supper gets into
my head.
Later in the evening, finding her
alone upon the balcony, ! pour all my
bitterness and scorn upon her.
fspeak ofthe old days when we
were childish lovers. taunt her with
her ficklcness and her coquetry. /
sneer at her titled old lover.
And at last, when Ipause for breath,
my burning gaze fixed scornfully upon
her, she is mute for little while, her
lovely hands clasped loosely before