Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1885-08-28
HIS JUST DESERTS.

end gazed across the scene OF light and
shadows-the artist soul shining through
her soft dark eyes.
How beautiful it is!'' she murmured
passionately. Beautiful old Fair
| lands
Earth holds none other like to thee!
Or, if tsdoth, in vain for me-
and yet must leave you go out into
the world alone and lonely to seek fay
daily bread. Dear old river. it is 50
| hard to say farewell; but out in the
world shall always carry the memery
of you as last saw you-soft murmur,
light and shade, with the moon just
tipping it all with splendor.''
| She leaned her dark head over the
bridge and gazed dreamily into the
| shlmmering waters below.
&c Among the long black rafters
| The waving shadows play;
And the current which came from the ocean
Seemed to lift them and bear them away!
Forever and forever
So long as the river flows
So long as the heart hath passions
So long as life hath woes."
She sang softly in her rare contralto
voice. just now quivering with the pa
thetic yeasning of unshed tears.
Philip Sunderland, standing unseen
in the deep shadow of the bridge, watch
ed the slender, white-robed figure,
yearning regret in his great heart; but
ne would not intrude on her solitude.
A mans ringing step fell on the
gloamlng silence, and worshipful look
shone in Olives eyes when she was
joined by a man, handsome and grace
full as a Greek god, before whom any
woman might well fall down In wor-
ship.
! He took the little dark hands in his
and raised them to his perfect lips in
silence; ard Philip Sunderland, all un-
consciously imprisoned in the shadows,
could have stricken him dead at his
feet for that caress.
Then he heard the soft, low voice of
the girl-the sweetest music his noble
soul had ever heard.
"You know. Lynne?" she asked ear
nestly. You have heard that to-day |
am bcggar, without even home? Tn
Gle Godfrey's last will cannot be dis
covered, aud am not even mentioned
! in the other, which they read few
hours ago. shall have to work for
my daily bread
handsome face away.
SIT IS hard, Olive" he said, in the
soft voice which was in itself caress,
''but the hardest of al is-that | must
lose you, my beautiful, peerless love!
Oh, Olive, | love you so well-I dare
not think of future which does not
contain you, my darling!"
She never spoke; but, frozen and
white, she stood before him, all her rich
dark beauty drawn in agony and doubt
81 must CO." he continued, frighten.
cd by the look on her face, "bac!l into
the world, to take my place in its Van
10y Fair;' and OH, my darling, | cannot
bring you with me! I could not tel
you bcforc-until this last hour OF part
ing; but am, in honor, bound to Dora
Nernlelgh; but it is you l love, my
Leautiiul, queenly darling; but
4 had not loved thee, dear, SO well
Love-! not honor niorcE"'
Al last she found her voice, and scorl
unutt cradle flashed in yellow fame
trom her great dark eyes as she con
froatcd him.
) "Coward.' she whispered in cold
cutting calm. "IoN talk Of honor! /
were a vile thing, Lynne Hamilton, dit
It descend to your level. Thai
have worshipped clay idol, may Goc
forgive mel never can myself. Go!
''Forgive me, Olive" he cried, drop
: ping on his knees before her, and lovin
: her as he had never thought his cool
| selfish nature capable OF doing. ''Foi
; give me, darling I"
But she only repeated the one WORD
' Go"
And he went, his heart all wretche
: chaos.
e Out from the shadows Philip Sundel
, land, her oft.rej ccted lover, stepped
: her side.
= Il heard it all, Olive" he said in hi
/ deep, manly voice. II could not hel
. it. Forgive me: it was not iutentlona
n The cowar,iiy cur, l. Olive, yo
/ have often said YOU could not love III
/ and vet have always loved you, al
a Will do 50 to the end OF time. l lo1
YOU better now than ever, ii possibl
:: Will YOU be my wife:''
c She held up her slender, dark han
: weavily.
o "Dont Philip!' she said. 1T Is :
;. use it cannot be! [ could not max
/ you happy; You could not make me .
7 i destiny follows me winch forhids.
= shall always treasure your friendsh
e as the dearest, truest thing life hold
e bat cannot accept your love
'e And 50 they parted for time.
l. Three years rolled by into the tide
Il eternity, bringing to Olive Fance-a
IS ca,lv beautiful worlan-as much COZ
ie pensation as wealth and fortune CT
IS Lring.
to Her exquisite voice had won for h
lie an enviable position in tie music
1t world, where the gracious prima don