The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-09-12

cause you called me few foolish names.
One who has taught fifteen or twenty
years does not expect to please every
body. Certain restraints we must mace
| about our pupils for their own GOOD
and the mutual benefit of their asso-
ciates. But | must not tire myself by
philosophizing to begin with. | am
going to tell you love-story."
"a l0Ue-Stogy" 0, Miss Chester
field! Is it realP Did you know itP'
Eyes, | knew it, for | was in it. After
l have told you, you must not sneak of
it again. 1t is just yours and mine to
know. L don't know why l tell YOU.
Partly because you saw me so undipni-
fed as to cry that day, and YOU know
! (smiling) you hate a cry-babyr But
can not tell you all the 'becaHses. for
do not know them myself. Kate,
want you to believe in me; to believe
me human like yourself; to know that
| sympathize with you in your lows and
sorrows, and would not DENY YOU any
pleasure it were good for you to have.
When | looked like that picture | met
my hero. AS | remember him he was
tall and slight, with large, dark ewes,
black, waving hair, and very pale. He
was then student, and an industrious
one. He was my brothers friend, and
he was 80 often at the house informally
that we never thought of love. Books
and study we mutually adored. and
! both of us graduated twice with all the
! Joy of conquered studies and frlndly
interest in each other. And, dear child,
for three years (the brightest | have
ever knOwn) we were daily together
and engaged more or less in the same
pursuits. What could be expected?
We were happiest when together, and
that was all we ever acknowledged
even to ourselves"
Then the teacher told her story.
There came, first, the separation of dis
lance; next, misunderstanding and
alienation; the longing Of each for recon-
! citation; the pride that rebelled against
advances, followed by her engagement
to another. Then, by accident, the
removal of the barriers that estranged
them, and neither had been to blame
Then came the deciding Voucher
mothers! For some reason the change
! had gratitied her: and now the prospect
of a return to the first love panied her
ineXpressibly. Distressed and bewil-
dered, but obedient and dutiful, after
long deliberatiOn. she refused and gave
to hope and love an eternal farewell
But that had not been all. He had
| gone she knew not where.
"But wherever he went, dear Kate,
my heart went with him, and my heart
is his to-day
Hates eyes were filled with tears, as
she softly patted on the pillow, and
asked:
but the other one! What became
of him?"
80, his had been a heart caught IN
the re5ou11d; he had quarreled with
another. He returned to her."
And left you? How mean! how
shameful After all"
mo, no! Kate, he was right. Our
marriage would have been a bitter, hol-
low mockery. | am happier as it is,
and | believe that Charles Chaplin is
true to me to-day somewhere, if he yet
lives. Listen, Kate! After all these
years (and it was long ago. cried that
day over all this, and not at anything
you said. l am tired now If you'll
draw the blind to shade my eyes, you
may take down that book of poems and
look at the scantY relics of my past. |
have nothing else left of my story only
the sword of Damocles has fallen, and |
have said it all"
Kate did as requested. The book was
a volume of Jean Ingelow's, and be-
tween the leaves that held the lines of
that matchless poem, Divided" were
pressed love-letter yellow with age
a leaf from a lemOn-tree, a spray of
bleeding hearts," and fragment of
an envelope on which was written in
manly hand, "Amo: in hoe spes mea;"
also. tinely-wrtten in Miss Chesterield's
most careful penmanship these stanzas:
ONLY a NAME.
name, name, and that was all!
out of the skies it seemed to fall
A whispered name used to know
In dreamy days long years ago.
only name, but such II glow
Oh old emotions touched me so:
1t caused blush of youth to start
Quick from the pulses of the heart,
II hlled my soul with sad regret
My eyes with sudden tears were wet.
out of the mist two starry eyes
seemed hNed on mine in swift surprise.
The lips were mute A face divine
FLASHED with the thought that answered
mine.
From out Il dim, vague sense of pain,
An Oldcn romance bOOmed again.
hand touched mine. a ghostly crew
or dear, dead memories rushed to view;
boat went drifting with the tide;
Two IN the boat sit side by side
In gay content; some songs were sung;
Much nonsense said; and both were young!
Two heads, one black and one of brown,
Above the self same book bent down
To read some love-tale of renown;
Some rare hooks in the woods they knew;
The stars named in the vaulted blue.
a long, long year estranged, ah, mel
Then friendship more to ever be.
Only Il name! 1t thrilled me thro'
With strong sense of something true,
Mine and not mine forever more!
Nainly | search, weep and impore
| see my daily duty here:
No time for idle wish or tear.
Rise to the present. Live to-day,
Turn ltfc's romances all away;
But chtde myself as well | may,
] can not chase the charm away.
one wistful vision of the Past
VIII Loves Illusions DER me cast.
Kate Carney hummed little love-
song softly to herself-and it was
happy little one-as she lit the night
lamp and arranged the table at the
teachers bedside that night. Then she
stood moment twisting bit of fringe