The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-04-30

TIL you've passed the lilac doorvaya
Flung as.ie the silver blue,
OPea the crimson gates Of evening.
Aud have sailed your good ship through
Thsn.at eventime and sopgtime,
:. While pearl mist clasps The shore.
You Will step ac:oss the moonlight
And my hear: viii sigh nomore.
-ha Courtland, II st. Losis Naaazins
FRED. FARLEY's LOVE.
''Now mind, Fred.-you'll be or
hand directly after the Fourth. 4
anything should happen to call mt
away from home, Isabel, my wife
Bella we call her-wiil entertain
you until | return. want you to see
Bella; and she wants to see Won,
Youth say I ought to be a happy man.
And, remember, you are to spend 4
month. at least. Q. we'n have rare
sport" ~,
depend upon that; and If you suffer
yourself to be called away before
come. and are not there to receive me.
shall proceed at once to claim the
attention of your Isabel"
"All right, old fellow. You viii be
warmly received; I can assure you.
Bella Is anxious to see the old chu m
Of whom have told her so much"
Harry Lynde and Fred. FARLEY had
been friends from early youth-had
been chums at eollese-aud were now
as warmly attached to each other AZ
friends and brothers could be. They
were young-the first being four-and-
twenty, and the other year younger.
Harry had been married six months
and had settled down in a pleasant
villa on the Hudson, provided and
furnished by his wife's father. Fred.
had just come into possession of an
ample fortune; and before going into
ecsiness-which was all ready for him
in the shape of partnership in q
heavy commercial house-he had
planned to enjoy summers vacation
IN the country; and his first trip out
from the metropolis was to be, as we
have seen, to his chum'A Oh the Hud-
son.
Tho Fourth of July came, and pass.
ed. and on the following Monday Fred.
Farley made his way up the river. He
found the dwelling of his Trombone
of the most romantic and delightfully."-
situated villas he had ever seen;-
and as he entered the park he asked
the goodman if Mi. Harry Lynde was
at home.
''No, sir: He went away last Fri
day, on business. But he expected
you, and told me that the horses were
at your SERVICE"
And Mrs. Isabel Lynde,-is she at
homer"
Yes, sir;-and think she will pro-
vide for you very well.''
Fred. had playfully declared to his
friend that he hoped he should find
him gone upon his arrival, that he
might claim the undivided attention of
Bella; but now that the prospect was
so near to verification, he felt little
bashful and uncomfortable. But the
coach was at the door, and he resolved
to put on bold face, and meet the
lady without blushing or flinching :
for he had no doubt that Harry had
repeated to her all his nonsensical re-
marks.
Mrs. Lynde, this is Mr.. Fred. Far.
ley" said the smart and affable
coachman, as he led the way to the
piazza. "Mr. Farley--Mrs. Isabel
Lynde."
Fred. looked upon the woman who
stood upon the piazza to welcome him:
Peris. and hours, and sylphs, and
fairies, all lost cast in his estimation
from that moment. A more beautiful
being he had never beheld. And vet
she was not one of tho airy, eossamer,
made-up beauties, such as he had seen
in drawing-rooms, and in bathrooms,
but substantial, whole-souled, frank
faced, lovable woman, with whole
volumes of truth and poetry in the
sweet simmer of her smile, and in
the soft, liquid light of her large brown
eyes.
II am sorry Harry is not at home,
Mr.. Farley; but we will try and make
you comfortable until he re turns. He
would not have gone if he could pos
sibly have avoided it,
HE had business, l suppose" re-
marked Fred. as they entered the
drawing-room.
Eyes. He was called to Albany, and
may have to 20 to Buffalo. It is
some important railroad business
For little time Fred. felt very
bashful. If Mrs. Lynde had been
common, or plain, he would have felt
differently, but it seemed like profana-
ton to claim the friendly attention of
one SO lovely and accomplished. But
why should he suffer such impediments
to comfort to stand in his wayP His
friend had babe him make himself at
home, and he meant to try. As he
came out from his reserve the lady
grew brilliant. She had evidently re-
celved instructions from her husband
to do all in her power for the proper
entertainment of their guest, and she
was trying to obey.
. When evening came, there was q
hitch in the conversations, Fred. pro-
posed music. Isabel asked him ii he
sang. He said he had done so. He
would try if 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 I 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 I could have found this
sweet prize before Harry had ever
known her !-Ah, Fred. Farley what
are you doing? Coveting your neigh.
boris wife'-and that neighbor your
dearest friend and chnmP TIM
ashamed Of you! Beware''
And so the smitten guest talked with
himself until sleep closed his senses.
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