The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1885-02-12
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Among the water-lilies on the river
a small boat fioated. In it reclined
Rose Lylendale and Harvey Melton.
The former, clad in color to match
her name, had gathered the broad fair
blooms growing about her, and piled
| them into the boat, till they formed a
| fragrant bank, over which her compan-
ion stole glances of admiration frequent
| and ardent.
She was laughing, her brown eyes
| overbrmming with light, her cheeks
growing more and more radiant under
the fire of the young mans gaze and
the object of her mirth.
The latter, small boy, who bavin Q
padded himself from shore on a wealth
er-beaten old detached door, had lost
his impromptu oars, and was very op-
enly and mournfully 'all at sea-"
I'VE shall have to take him in," said
Rose. ''He does not see US, and he is
in despair Pull away till we reach
him."
The idea of dirty little urchin lying
down among the lilies and draperies Of
his lady-love was by no means a pleas
ing one to the young man. But as law
and education combine to make it a
duty to prevent the sacrifice of human
life, Melton decided he must save the
luckless little sinner, especially as his
lady's command made it impossible to
refuse. But, oh, how this little beggar
was going to spoil an idyl on the river!
Even the rapturous gratitude which
lit up the fine brown eyes OF the boy by
no means compensated for the loss of
the opportunity he had effected for the
purpose of asking Rose Lylendale to
become his wife. And what more aus
picious circumstances could have offer
ed than those of this serene hour on the
river?
And now Rose had another admirer.
for the new conner sat gazing with open
mouth upon the fair vision of this
graceful daintily-attired girl
Darkness came on before they reach
ed a suitable landing-place, and Rose
ran lightly up the bank.
Melton, following, could recall none
OF the sentiment of the past hour, for
his companion walked rapidly, and
talked and laughed as though her sole
object in life was to make it 100 merry
as marriage-bell, without any
thought of the solemn ceremony which
accompanies that gay poem.
The following day Harvey, calling at
her house, was Informed that Miss Ly-
lendale had departed that morning,
having received some important tele-
gram which fastened her movements
from her chosen summer resort.
A tumult OF disappointment ragged
within Melton, and he enquired eager
ly whether she had left any note or
message.
None had been left, however; she had
gone apparently without word or sign.
Later III the day note came to him
through the post signed with the be-
loved name.
| 1t is hest that you and l should part. Ask
inc not why tas indeed | have left you no
| chance to dc soD II the memory of the hours
we have sicnt together is pleasant to you, it
| has ais" ta-eG t Let it stand it does,
with moth ng added, nothing taken away.
Rose Lylendale.
That note, crumpled, worn, and even
tear -botted Oor over lost love all
men weep. lay in soft folds in Harvey's
pocket-book for three years.
Within mansion, replete with lux
ury and splendor, a grand dinner had
taken place.
It was in honor of leading politi-
clan, and Mr.. Harold Bribewell was
giving this dinner within his costly resi-
dence, presided over by his beautiful
wife with matchess dignity and grace.
What Il dear, charming woman"
| said the world, land how very happy
they are together, this rich, fortunate
man and his young wife! What bless
ing it is to have luxury and happiness
so blended! and what valuable acquisi-
tions to our acquaintance, my dear!'
and the world went away signing with
envy of this fortunately endowed cou-
pie.
Harvey Melton came with friend at
the hosts invitation.
He had staggered back and grown
white when his eyes met those of his
hostess. But when she came forward
calmly, and extended her hand with
rigid firmness, he, too, recovered, and
bowed. like herself, as though they had
never met.
Yet had they not, and did not both
remember, and was not life almost as
young as then9
Yet she had married another, and
was reigning social queen, which,
perhaps, he could never have made
her.
Well, he, too, would show her that
that first start had meant surprise rath.
er than pain. And so it chanced that
through that dinner none was more
brilliant than Harvey Melton.
The fair girli>h hostess at last was
clad when, dinner over, she could be-
take herself to her rooms, and for a few
minutes be alone.
She stole to her sleeping boy. Stoop
ing, she clasped her hands and gazee
upon the frank unconscious face. Wa:
it like the fathers? Would she evel
look into those eyes and see his expires
sion?
No, she thought not. They were
large and full against the distinctly
lined lids, and no narrow gleam would
ever steal from them. They would lool
at YOU full and direct, like the steady
pure moon.
Thank God!" she murmured, rising
with sigh.
Thank God for what?" asked sud
den voice, cutting the silence of th'
chamber like the sharp sound of swor,
against sword.
For what. think you2" she repeat
ed. looking him in the face unflinching