The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-07-31

SnouIu COZ my I0OgstepS, J. Sa1u mag
unanimously. Pray tell Ismay everything
worth telling. / am going home"
And home | went. and all the way I
wondered what those two were talking
about, and mentally scolded myself for
an unreasonable feeling of grief which
had stolen into my heart on that sum
mer's day.
That same evening after dinner /
went and sat alone upon the stone bal
ustrade overlooking the tennis lawn.
/ was alone for what seemed to
me a very long time The rosy
a~fter-giow melted into the blue, gray
sky; the moon launched her silver
boat, and here and there 6 star fickered
in the heavens. The corncracke was
busy in the hayfelds, and the scent of
the roses and honeysuckles in the ver-
ande stole through the soft air.
/ think / looked nice that night; not
beautiful, / could never De that, but 80
pretty as most girl. / wore q white
frock and a pearl necklace, and my
fair hair was twisted into a heavy loop.
Guys voice reused me from my reverie.
"Look up at me-" he placed his
hands on my shoulders. and l looked in
to his ewes. He laughed and sat down
besides ME.
"You have a queer expression in your
eyes tonight, juliet, What is the
matters"
q don't know. Something is going
to happen"
He sighed impatiently.
You seem very queer, too, Guy"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
eyes, in many cases. Is that what is
making you sigh so? Have you fallen
in love with same one at first sigh?"
sob, l don't know-that is to say, l
haven't. Are you in love, Juliet?"
What a question! !" / exclaimed, in
d;gaaatly although was half laugh
ing. eff you wish me to say I'm in love
with you, I shan't."
II wish TO heaven you were mott" he
exclaimed vehemently.
The blood rushed into my cheeks, and
/ sprung up pa~ssionately. Before i
had time to make my escape, Guy threw
his arms round me and kissed my lips
over and over again. My head rested
on his shoulder and my eyes slowly
lLl1Cu Wlbn bCdIOs AtO WOhuCA - WORb,
though / knew not then that that was
the last time that my love mime, also,
no longer would kiss me.
Dearest Juliet" he whispered, "for-
! give me, darling. You know / love you
better than any other woman"
Except one," said a soft, clear voice
close by. Guy dropped my hand, and
/ looked round with an uncomfortable
sense of having been discovered In q
ridiculous position.
1t was Ismay. She looked loyelier
than ever III the pale moonlight. Her
face was that of an angel, and he. white
draper;es enveloped her like q mist.
She laughed gently at my look OF dis
may.
"I didn't mean what / said Ju, and l
haven't been eayesdropping. / just
sanntered up. and overheard the end
Of Guys speech. 1t seemed only nat
ural to make the remark that I did. It
came in so WELL"
Guy said nothing. We three re-
turned TO the house together, Ismay
talking to us both; / replied in an in
coherent way, but he said never q word.
1udt u1SLb a 0I6du1n1 lcdl ClCpb AubO
my heart. and until morning / lay
awake, staring hopelessly, blankly, at
a terrible phantom, which grew clearer
and more distinct every moment. And
I had not aver the relief of tears.
Thank God that horrible state of I'M
certainty did not last long. The agony
of the next two days was almost too
much for my endurance, but when the
last crushing blow fell, it was not SO
painful as those fri8htful doubts 1t
stunned me, but ] knew the worst;
there was nothing, either evil or good,
that could touch my heart after that.
Let me pass over the next fortY-eight
hours. / said / was i'll and renamed In
my own room. i refused to see Ismay;
she made my head ache, I said. On the
evening of the second day ! went out.
It was growing dark, and / crouched
down beside the balustrade In the Ital-
ian part OF the garden, which was laid
out in terraces. Below my balustrade
a bank sloped down some six feet off to
another terrace, and q garden seat was
placed at the foot of this bank. / felt
e~xpectant. / was lying in wait. In my
DlaHK dress anu III the waning Hgub no
one could distinguish me in that shady
corner, and there I waited. The night
was very still. That hateful corn-crake
was still croaking in the meadows, and
i abhorred the perfume of roses that
filled the air, for III my mind it raised
up the vision of bygone love and hap
piness. What mockeryl
/ had not long TO wais. ihearG voices
Ii the distance, and soon two
forms emerged from the shadow
and came slowly toward the seat
below my eyes. My heart beat
thick and fast. / feared they might
continue their walk, but no, they stop
ped, and Ismay, for it was she and Guy
seated herself. He stood a moment
CHANGING round, and then threw himself