Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1885-08-20

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OH Grace Thursby told me- he an
swered carelessly 'she is one of the
best girls in the world
She seems very nice to her Interiors,
observed Eveline, Il little bitterly. 4
can imagine how charming she can be
to her equals.
who is her inferlor:' asked Ralph
Vernon, quickly. Not you, by Jovc !.
She was saying to me that you were a
perfect lady,
Very kind of her, l am sure said
Eveline, haughtily 'orly ain at a loss
to understand how such discovery
came about.
There, now, I have offended YOU,
said Ralph. contritely 'hut I ann such
a clumsy fellow.
! Not at all, returned Evcline husk.
lily. 1t was very kind of your affianceA
wife to take such an interest IN me.
My afllanced wife = he said with a
hearty laugh. | should like my brother
John to hear you say that He was
very close to her now, as they sat on
/ the hard bench. Don't you know that
l fell desperately in love with you that
! night when | rescued you from the
tramp-at least, think did, although
it was not until saw you peep at me
through the window that | knew how
ex1uisitely ly pretty you were? Be m"
wife, and let me take care of you, not
only on dark nights but all your life.
But Evrline shook her head, for, al
though her heart prompted her to Say
yes, she felt that she had no right to
accept the sacriiicc her impulslye and
hot headed lover was willing to make
for her sake.
/ 1T cannot be- she SAID, mournful.v.
1T is mad, Qnxotic idea. | know,
from what have heard Mrs ThUrsby
say, that you are wealthy.
Hang the money! exclaimed Ralph.
If you don't say yes, Ill-l'll 80 lion
hunting in Africa, an | get torn topiec-
es by w:!4 animals
But even this terrible threat had no
effect upon Eyeine she was firm IN her
determination to do right at any cost;
che would not even tell him whore she
lived And so they parted at the little
railway station, and Eveiue went back
to London with less color in her checks
than when she had left it,and g strange
gloomy look IN her beautiful eyes.
1T is all for the best, she thought;
but l;fe had never been 50 hard to bear.
The girl was brayc-ycry brave
and wanted to do right; lut the strug-
gle between love and duty sarped her
strength, and laid her on bed Of sick
hess, from which it scemcl. she would
never rise
Daring her illness size was continu.
ally caIIinyupor Ralph Vernon, in such
Iiteous accent that it drew tears from
the eyes Of those who heard The poor
weak voice.
Mother, I'm going to telegraph for
this Mr Vernon SAID Eveline s sister
Nellie. 1T is dreadful to look at her
, white face and gEittcring eyes, and to
hcal her calling upon his name from
morning to night,
But who is this Mr. Vernon: asked
the poor mother, hclplessly.
/ y don't know, saiA Nellie; But |
fou.1,l card with his name and ad-
dress on it, and I intend to send for
him. 1t must be some one she cares
FOR, end | don't mean to let her die ii
anything can save her.
But perhaps he won't care to come,
said The mother, with the prudence Of
age and experience.
Then he can stay away, returned
Nellie, ler eyes wet with tears; and
there was look Of pain in her sweet
coul.tenancc, for her mother might be
right. and what would become of poor
Eveline if there should be no answer
to the telegram
The next few hours We're anxious
ones for Nellie.
She stood up brcathless with eager
ness, when some one knocked at the
door. In another moment Ralph Yer
non was in the room, and had grasped
her by the hand as if she had been an
old friend instead Of Il friend.
is she-::' he could not finish the
sentence, for he feared the worst.
She still lives, returned Nellie, and,
taking him by the hand, Evelines SIS
ter led Ralph into the next room where
the poor girl lay.
Her mother was kncelng ut the side
+ ri tbn hoI hut ros,, instantly and mo-