The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-05-01

sang. He said he had done &c. He
would try il she wished it. That is
he would accompany her. In truth,
Fred. Farley possessed one of the rich
| est, most melodious, and finely attun-
ed voices ever heard; and l may as
we'll add here, that the female portion
of his acquaintance had pronounced
him one Of the handsomest men they
had ever seen. He sang with Isabel
Lynde. He was charmed by her
sweet voice; and she appeared no less
charmed by his surprising melody.
After this they talked of Harry. Fred.
praised him to The skies; while Isabel
meekly and mOdestly claimed for him
that he was true and noble.
The first night in his friends home
and yet Fred. Farley found himself
wishing that his friend had never been
that such man as Harry Lynde had
never existed:-or, at least had never
appeared IN that section of country.
"Oh, if l could have found this
sweet prize before Harry had ever
known her All, Fred. Farley what
are you doingP Coveting your neigh.
boris wifeP-and that neighbor your
dearest friend and chum? I'm
ashamed of you! Beware !"
And so the smitten guest talked with
himself until sleep closed his senses.
Then dreams came, and Isabel Lynde
haunted his uneasy slumbers in all
sorts of strange ways.
In the morning he arose and resolved
that he would not expose himself to
the danger which he could already
foresee in a too free interchange of
poetry and romance with his friends
wife. But, alas for human resolu-
tons when the erotic god has strung
his bow, and set his dart. After
breakfast (and Isabel presided at the
board with charming grace), the
cOachman came to see if MI. Farley
would ride. The morning was delight
full, and the horses were in need of ex-
erciSe.
Yes. Mr.. Farley would ride. But
could he do less than ask Mrs. Lynde
to accompany him? He asked her;
and she assented with evident salts
faction.
Harry babe me not lose sight of
you, Mr.. Farley, and l suppose | must
obey him"
80 q! what a bewitching smile-what
a wondrous depth of feeling in the
brown eYes-and what music in the
voice {! Fred. felt a pang at his heart
"a glow through his whole frame
and he knew he had fallen in love !
What should he do? He must fight
against it while he could.
Of all the companions who had eyer
shared his social hours Fred. had
never before found one like Isabel.
Gle called her so in his thoughts.)
She was as intellectual, and as witty,
and as frank and open-hearted, as she
"a beautiful; and in the Unborn purity
of her soul she neye seemed to dream
that harm could come of it to Harry's
chuhm.
Three days passed and a letter came
from Harry saying that he had been
obliged to go to Buffalo.
One week more, and poor Fred. was
beside himself with the ardent, all
powerful and pervading passion that
had possessed him. And this was
not the worst. He was sure that Isa-
bel loved him. He could not be mis-
taken. Her very efforts to conceal the
emotion-her growing timidity and
reserve-the changing color of her
face-the dropping of the silken lashes
the soft fiuttering of the voice, all,
all told him that she loved him!
Once more,-What should he do?
There was but one alternative He
must leave the village at once. lie felt
that he was wronging his best and
dearest friend. That evening he said
to Isabel that he must go to New
York on the morrow. He must take
the Albany boat when it came down.
She was startled and for a moment
lost control OF herself; but while Fred.
talked OF business engagements she
recovered her composure. But the re-
mainder of the evening passed sad and
gloomy to both. Fred. vas reticent
and moody, while the lady was evil
IDENTIFY far from being happy.
The morning came, and Fred. Farley
and Isabel Lynde stood in the parlor.
The carriage was at the door.
ssDear Mrs. Lyndel / may never see
you again. must not!'' He held
both her hands, and as he thus spoke
she started as though an electric bolt
had stricken her. A strange light
flashed up and cleaned in her eyes;
her bosom heaved; and presently tears
crept out upon her cheek.
sGod bless your cried Fred, press
ing her hand to his lips in an impas-
stoned manner s.Sweet peace be thInel
Thine be the victory--of--Llfe-i in
Faith and-Love-and-"
He broke down it this point. He
knew that Isabel sobbcd, and that she
put forth her freed hands towards him,
but he dared not stop. The next he
knew he was in the coach, whirling
away towards the river and he said
A. - l. L-- L.