The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1885-07-08
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Count Won Lindeni1eim
CHAPTER /.
THE WHITE SKIES THRILL WITH A
MOON UNARIsEN."

ed round half-bewildered. Then. Faith
er, dear, do you want me?n she answer
ed, and hastened TO meet an old ma
coming toward her over the close-crop
ped grass.
1t is nothing very important" he re
piled, as he reached her side; 1T woul,
have kept; only, happening to glanc,
out of doors, was tempted for a mo
ment to think the library looked dull.
1t was a good thought, father. an,
now that you are here, stay and hav'
tea with me-"
There is so much sunshine in tn,
world he added. absently. lookin:
overhead into the cloudless blue, ~anS
sometimes indoors one is inclined [,
| forget it."
They We're curious contrast out
wardly, this father and daughter: he 81
small and fragile-l0oking. with hi,
smooth white head and gentle face;
scholars thoughtfulness in its refine
| ment-she, SO tall strong. and upright
But II the points of divergence were
marked thus strongly. there wer,
stronger points still that made the
meetlng-places easy of attainment. III
her gray eyes Godfrey Lorraine saw
those that had tenderly lightened anC
| smiled for him. before he had knowr
that the daughters life must cost tht
| mother S; and though the buried dream
had sufficed him as far as this world
was concerned, and "Finis" was writer
across the folded page that death haC
turned, yet he did not fret and mourn
| or even ceaselessly regret, but passed a
hard-wOrking scholars life; the only
pleasure, outside his books. this girl
| who, in his library, in his walks. in all
his pursuits, was rarely absent from
/ 4 4 So 4.
| only sometimes he forgot. as he said
how much sunshine, except in books
the world contained
And now the child was awoman. The
| days were over when. with her arms
clasped tight about giant sunfiower
she had exclaimed, Next wear | shall
be as tall as it is" Gone the time wheI
she had stood, her blonde head reaching
up to his gray one, and had said with
triumph, Father. l am taller than you
are. Soon | shall be grown up"
| Yes, all that was past, the time had
come. The blonde head was smooth
and brown, the tall slim figure had
| grown round and beautiful, and child
hood was over.
Then for a time new trouble had
| haunted him. She would marry. One
day she would come and say that the
| dawn had melted into a golden present.
that Love had touched her with its
wings, that all its beautiful hopes and
fears were about her, creating new
world into which she was longing to 90:
and he, remembering those other gray
| eyes, would have to believe, and bid her
| God speed" though any other paradise
| always seems cold and unbeautiful.
| compared with the one from which we
| are exiled.
! So he had trembled and waited, but
as yet no such day had daWned. No sad
or happy love-story had come to trouble
the repose of the calm gray eyes; and
now behold, she was three-and-twenty,
and 1t was so long since he had first
thought of her leaving him, that God
frey Lorraine had ceased to be afraid
Il was nearly asleep, father" she said
as they sauntered away together under
| the sheltering trees. Il was so hot that
l gave up reading and tried to think, al
ways a dangerous experiment, but | am
| wide awake now. Tell me what it is. y
| 1T is only that young Lindenhein
has been up to see me this afternoon
and when he told me he was staying al
| the Falcon, | asked him to come here
instead. knew his father when We
were both students, and he has sent me
books and notes by this young man
which will be invaluable to me-"
That is good of him" Sydney replied
and, OF course, 1t was right to ask the
son to come here, but | cannot help
wishing that he had preferred the Fal-
con. Men, you know, dear father, are
a great deal of trouble. They are not
content. They want"-she paused a
moment, looking round as if wonder
ing what more they could want, and
added after that moment-~lawn ten
| MIS-"
But this one win not, am certain,
| replied her father.
ITO be sure, he is German. No"-re.
| flectively-~he is far more likely TO want
poetry book, and that in this house he
is easily provided with. There, deaI
father, you see am beforehand max
ing the best of him. 1t is selfishness
| of course, but one never wants outsiders
in Paradise"
NO" said her father, with a little
amused smile, especially as outsiders
sometimes take the form of the ser
| pent"
Father" she retorted, you ought to
be ashamed of yourself. l only spoke
thus to give you an opportunity of de
Tending him. | shall be obliged now tC
defend him myself, and he is your
| friend"
My friends son-and sons and faith.
erS, alas! are often sadly unlike. But
this especial son pleased me. He re
| minded me very much of what his faith
er was when we got into mischief to
gether, in prehistoric times"
Lamplight was scarcely needed yet
even for dinner, though few wax can
dies did help out the waning daylight
but in the beautiful drawing-room
which opened at one end into spacious
well-filled library combina
| ton which figured forth the Joint lives
passed III the two r00ms-no artlficia
light was needed. 1t was beautiful
| room on the first story. and its wide
open windows looked down into the
| square, sheltered garden, round three
sides of which the house was built-tht
garden where Sydney had slept that aft
| ernOon. She and her father stood to
gether by one of the windows, rounC
which grew honey-suckle and yellow
roses. and the silence that only calm
satisfied love can appreciate and com
prehend had enfolded them for some
time as they stood thus looking together
across the garden on to the rose-touch
ed, sunset sky beyond. Their hearts 81
near together, and yet their thoughts Sc
far apart. His turning back to tha
buried past, which would rise up befor,
him in such moments as these: hers OF
to the future, which every girl, con
sciously or unconsciously, believes some
i coming unborn day holds for her.
i @Ahl here is Count Won Lindenheim.
Back to the world Godfrey Lorain,
came with little sigh. Back from he
dreams came also Sydney at her father
voice saying, This is my daughter" a,
if he had said This is my queen,r Il
find a tall, fair-haired man bowing Il
her, and telling her in very careful, but
apparently good English. that he wa
very grateful to have been asked to thi,
beautiful house, instead of being left a
i the inn.
.Oh, but you must not despise the
Falcon" Sydney replied demurely, "be
cause we consider it a very grand estab
lishment in our country side"
i @Despise it, he repeated, mo-. theI
stopped as if unwilling to say what hac
been in his mind, and added after tha
pause, I have been content with i
hitherto
He spoke to her father for the few
moments until dinner was announced
but as he talked he looked now ans
then toward where the girl stood stil
in the shadow of the curtain watchin.
the rosy clouds assembling for the sun
. set.
4 She was dressed entirely in white-s
, very long plain gown, and she wore NJ
ornaments, no color anywhere abou
: her. excepting three rows of gold brait
!. in her dark-br0wn hair. and a httl.
bunch of yellow daisies in the lace a
. her throat In her hand she held alarg
screen of peacock s feathers.
II But the plainness OF her dress suite'
her. like her repose of manner. and tn
! | rather slow. soft way she had of speak
| ing, or rather as this stranger observed
: hearing her address her father. she ha
: | way of beginning her sentences SLOW
! | " and then hurrying little over th
| last words. which pleased his ear;
sounded like a soft litIIe earessg given t