Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1885-09-19
mo- SO. FROSTBURG, Md. SEPTEMBER 10. 1885.
SELECT STORY.
SOME DAY"

Day" in the parlor. was engaged
to Harry Newton, and Ethel had nc
right to monopollze all his time as
she did. for he was standing by her
side when she sang "Some Day" In
the parlor.
Ethel had been at my house three
weeks, and during that time I had
seen almost nothing Of Harry, for he
seemed to belong to her, body and
soul.
knew she was looking up into his
eyes with one of her bewitching CLAN
ces, and l longed-O, how I longed
to go away somewhere out of their
sight, and let him have her all to
himself, if he wanted her.
"What! Mollie! sitting here alone
in the dark ?"
1t was Ethel's voice, and l answer
ed her coolly:
"Why, yes; l like the twilight"
"The lovers hour" smiled she,
and then another's voice-one I
knew and loved so we'll, Harry's-
said:
"But what do you think of our
music, Mollie? You haven't offered
us one word of praise"
"Indeedw l returned, lightly. 81
was so enraptured that l totally for
got thanks were due my entertainers. "
felt wore that night than ever be-
tore, for was it not delicious GOODNESS
in an engaged lover to bid his lady
love goodbye in those very affection
ate words: "Good evening, ladies ?"
TO Ethel 1 said nothing, but the
words of that song, "Some day, some
day." rang in my ears long after I
retired.
ayes, some day." murmured, "you
may have her all to yourself, but not
now, not now."
The days went by and still the
tragedy, as l called it, of my life went
on.
Ethel showed no disposition to con-
ciude her visit, nor Harry to abate his
admiration of her. l seemed to be a
sort of nonentlty. Always, of course,
included in their rides, walks, boat
ings, ETC., but never receiving the at
tentions to which l had been used
those which an engaged lady has a
perfect right to expect from him who
is to be her husband.
l was in my room. Headache was
nv excuse. How often that word is
made to serve for heartache.
Again the strains of that beautiful
song came floating up to me:
Our hands, our hearts must meet some day.
1t was then revelation struck me.
Perhaps / was the one to blame,
after all. I may never have possessed
Harry's whole heart. If, then, he
loved Ethel, and she him, was | not
wrong to stand between them!
Light-headed as 1 am, l am capa-
BILE of a sacrifice, and would make one
Tonight. The resolution formed, l
CARR ed 1t out at once. l descended
the st airs to the pasor. AS l entered
Ethel rose hastily from the piano.
and Ha Try flushed u alttle, for I could
see that he was bending very close ts
her.
Ethel, after few words, left che
room. H, srry and were alone.i
"Harry,"' l said; "Mr. Newton
rather; would like few words
with you."
"Very wei !, Bliss Grey, proceed,
he said, INIT; .ting my style.
"You are aware that an engage.
ment exists between u.s." began,
"Well, I wish 10 break it. Here is
your ring"
He turned VIII lie and gasped:
"Do you really mean this, Miss
Grey?"
eyes, sir"
"You are quite sure you will not
repent of it some a ay?"
Unconsciously l,e had used the
words of the song, and they goaded
me on to desperation.
"No, Mr.. Newton, "some day has
no romantic meaning for me. have
fully made up my n lind to this, and
there will be no repe ntance."
"Have you any re ason to give Pr
this rather sternly.
"None, except the one usually CIV.
en- in such cases mistaken attach
ment; but all will be righted some