Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-05-29
YlTNES ed AGAINST.


Lilies; and the tall. handsome girl, pull
ing pearly clusters Of the Baltimore
Belle from it's vine, could not but lis
ten: 81 S 0
IN 5s"'Iis we'll to be gallant and gay,
Mst5 It's well to be tender and true,
f3sT But you'd better be off with the old love
Before you are on with the new.
Leslie Darrell curled her red lips
With heightened color, hut did not
turn her beautiful head one inch, al
though she knew John Madden was
waiting for glance; and she carried
from the vine as many roses as her slen-
der fingers could close around, yet
never once turned her face toward the
spot under the locust tree, where the
young man leaned and watched her.
As Was it mere caprice? John Mad
dern knew that his sweetheart was a
little capricious; but beauties were
always spoiled, he argued, with tender
smile. 81 ~
u To-day there was lurking uneasi-
ness in his heart. Leslie's rich old uncle
and his adopted son had come from
Florida the day before. Did handsome
Adrian Uelafeld see how beautiful Leslie
was? Her cousin, she called him.
Cousin, forsooth! That graceful. Span
ish-looking fellow, of seven andtwenty,
was no kin to the aged, eccentric, mis-
shapen dwarf, who, rolling in riches,
had taken whim to adopt him as his
heir
One would think there would be
rufiing Of feathers in the dove cot Of
the Lilies at the intruder, since Leslie
had always been considered Luther
:Delafeld's heiress, and Leslie was her
grandmother's idol; but how the in
truder had disarned all resentment
with his smooth tongue and charming
mannersl
"Who was the good looking fellow?"
he had heard him ask Leslie.
With that air of quiet indifference,
Leslie had replied, without a tinge of
tell-tale color:
"Mr. Maddern is one of our old neigh.
boris" t@@
Old neighbor, indeed!
He had been wild about her ever
since the Darrells had come to the
Lilies. There had only been stately
Madam Darrell and the sweet, dying
girl, Aida. at frst-these two and their
servants.
He had never known what allied Aida
Darrell, but she was fading, like flower
from day 10 day. Before the year end
ed the young sister was called from
school to the funeral. &&7ss }. =,
He had been commissioned by Madam
Darrell, with whom he was favorite,
to meet her at the train. r.,
What a flashing, impetuous, dazzling
young creature she was! They had soft
ened the blow for her. he did not
know that her lovely sister, Aida, need
ed no anxious thought Of her young
heart--was beyond pain, in casket OF
il1es--but her pitiful ignorance made
beauty.
When he saw her again the bright
impetuosity was gone, the young face
.clouded with weeping, but the charm
the girl had cast over him stayed. He
loved her. =
After that she had remained at the
Lilies. It was two years ago. he had
come to know him we'll III all the changes
of that time. Did she care that he loved
her?
There was always difficulty in get
ting Leslie IT, be quite serious, but there
was certain shy uplifting of the dark
eyes which he had come to consider
quite his own--a smile he believed to be
his only--and it is easy at tive-and-twen-
ty to hope. ~
Adrian Delafeld did know that Les
lie was beautiful, having good eyes
and taste similar to most mems.
He surveyed the dark lustrous eyes
and peachy cheeks quite at his leisure,
and it was he who put it into Luther
Delafield's head that Leslie must go to
the White Mountains with them in All
gust. Leslie accepted the invitation
with girls love of novelty, and Mad
ame Darrell consented.
She liked John Maddern, but she was
old enough to be wise, she argued.
People always needed money whenever
they married, and Leslie had better
marry where the money was. Compar-
ed to Luther Delafeld's half million,
john Madden was poor.
The latter felt all this, though not a
word was said; and he was proud, and
would not beg for Leslie's love, since
she, too, seemed careless and indiffer-
ent. a'S,.a ~ @'. Eal>.
So, one fine summer. day, the party
departed for the White Mountains, and
he held his peace with what grace he
might. .aa s.s sA
The trip was to be madeas extensive !
as possible, and Adrian Delafield was
the most delightful Of i companions,
knowing the legend Of every waterfall,
the best ascents, the lovelest retreats.
Such days Of enjoyment, such hours
of sweet surprises, Leslie had never
known. HE s MIS-
And one evening by Echo Lake she
looked up into Adrian Delafeld's face, 4
and out Of the fitness Of her heart, in
nocently said ..@s...s q b.
Aren't you happy?" .s>5
It was enough. The young man
snatched the white hands. Is. 51 81 ss8
81 never was so happy in my life,
Leslie! Who would not be, here with
You z" 81 s.s35 "a n
For one little instant Leslie shrank
from the vehement declaration.
@ Every heart knoweth It's own secrets,