The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1885-10-07
FOR LOVE.

Harold Z. Borifon, in casseEs MagG-iae
FOR LOVE.
Time has laid his hand uron my hear,
his open palm upon his harp to deaden its
vibrations Golden Legend
1t was a bright, lovely morning III
January, just such one as made
the huntsmans bugle-cal sound
Hike welcome music. The air was
crisp and invigorating, the sky a
vast expanse of cloudless blue, and
the snowy branches of the trees glis-
teniDg with thoussnd dewy crys-
tails.
A goodiy group of rollicking
tsportsmen had come together for the
meet, and their scarlet coats form
ed a marked contrast with the pure,
untrodden snow, which made mead
ows and roads for miles around look
like vast plain of fairyland.
Seen in the morning sunlight, it
was picturesque sight, this gather
ing upon the village green of hunts
men on their paving, impatient
horses, with their well-shaven
grooms and baying dogs anxious for
the days sport.
"By Jove, pretty woman never
looks better than on horseback y
exclaimed one of the party, who
had been looking very expectantly
toward the road.
And here comes Miss Lestrange
to exemplity my theory" he con-
tinued, by young girl, escorted by
an elderly man, cantered up to the
party.
She wore dark green riding hab-
it, which showed to advantage the
perfect grace of her slight figure. A
small velvet hat of the same color,
with long, floating plume, heighten
ed the charm OF her deiicately CHS
elled features. She responded
gracefully to the greetings and COM
pliments offered her, but held out
her small, gloved hand only to the
young lad who bad first spoken Of
her.
That he and Evelyn Lestrange
were old friends soon became mani
fest, for he rode uninvited by her
side as they passed slowly through
the village. Arrived at point still
in the outskirts, Evelyn slackened
her horses speed, and contrived to
remain short distance behind the
party. Her eager glance had fallen
upon a young man who leaned over
the gate OF the vicarage garden, and
| who evidently awaited her approach.
The long, sorrowful glance in
which their eyes met spoke volumes.
And was it by accident or design
that the white rose which Evelyn
wore in her belt fell at the young
mans feet?
Neither the stolen glance nor the
movement which followed escaped
the watchful eye of Sir Gilbert Hill
bank, Evelyn's companion.
His face clouded visibly.
"You look sad this moIning, Eve
llyn." he said, as he looked inquir-
lingly into the depths of her dark,
Expressive eyes. do you fear a
lecture next Sunday, from Mr.. Selby
on the sin young ladies commit who
waste their day in the frivolous pat
time of fox-hunting, when their
young minister friends are debarred
from such amusements ?"
A flush arose on Evelyn's fair
cheek as, with a spirit and dignity
natural to her, she replied:
"Mr. Selby never presumes to lee
ture me. But any advice he might
offer, would, l know, be wise and
friendly"
He is fortunate to have so ear
nest champion" remarked Sir Gil
bert. He was prevented from con-
tinuipg, as at these words Evelyn
rode OF hastily and rejoined the par
Ity.
The fox was soon drawn from his
cover, and everything else seemed
forgotten in the excitement of the
chase. Evelyn had entered into it
with full heart and soul, but Just be-
fore the master of the hounds had
got ''the brush" her horse after
clearing a hedge, slipped and threw
her violently to the ground.
Sir Gilbert was the only member
of the party near Evelyn. and on
seeing the accident he reined in his
horse at once and came to her relief.
The injuries she had sustained,
though not serious, still were grave
enough TO render it advisable to
send for a carriage so that Evelyn
might drive home. Messengers were
at once dispatched TO obtain one, but
the shades Of evening began to gath
er before any conveyance appeared.
So Sir Gilbert helped Evelv into her
saddle, and they rode slowly to Air
mount-her home.
A strange friendship existed be-
tween the rough, generous kind
hearted baronet. and the refined.
graceful Evelyn.
That Sir Gilbert was devotedly
attached to her was evident, for be
lost no opportunity of displaying
his affection.
On Evelyn's part there existed no
feeling more strong than childlike
confidence and warm friendship.
Yet there had never been decla-
ration of love on the part of the bar