Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-11-05

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while Il read to you Sweetest Eyes
We're Ever Seen But Mrs. Client
worth interrupted the reading, say
ing: See, here, children, !. as, she
came into the room with an open LETT
ter IN her hand, there il q letter from
Vivien Searles announcing that she
will be here the Goth, and that is to-
day.
and SO am to meet my step-co usin
again. I wonder if she is as charming
as ever, and as heartless. = s.5=
Mrs. Glentworth, who was already
arranging inner mind whom she should
ask to meet her, absently replied that
she was a great belle and had the rep.
utation of being heartless. But"
she continued, II hope you will not
quarrel with her as you used"
Y els she dark or fair?" questioned
Dolores OF Hilary.
Fair, believe; really do not re-
member her distinctly" .s5 hi
"Yet you asked if she was as charm
ing as ever" .E1 z j 3sE .I5s:.r. ,t@sssts.
IA woman may be charming in a
mans eyes without his being able to
tell whether she is blonde or bru-
nette." t,% s5t.=s%
81 do not believe it," said Dolores
positively. Which am ~" .s@
"You? O, you are the dearest little
woman in the world" p, e..
IA pretty speech that, Cousin
Harry" said q soft voice, and Miss
Searles stood before them with q pecul-
lar expression Of half sweetness, half
sneer upon her face.
!. u "Pray excuse. my interruption. she
continued after the greeting had passed
and she had been presented to Dolores.
II rang and raped, and the carriage
that brought me made noise enough
to bring the household to the porch.
Are you lotos-eaters?" she ques-
toned, with q smile that had a. touch
OF irony.
Mrs. Glentworth's entrance put an
end to further conversation. Miss
Searles was shown to her room, and
they did not meet until dinner. She
was q vision of loneliness as she glided
in with wondrous grace; her hair was
brushed back in loose waves from her
low brow and coiled in golden mass
at the back of her perfect head; she
was slender and lissom, and clad
in some soft blue stuff that seemed a
part OF her, and her violet eyes had a
pathetically sweet expression.
: What q wondrous August that was!
What dreamy, hazy weather; what
idling under oaks, where Hilary read
lmpassloned love poems, Dolores
listening blushfully with downcast eyes
and Vivien thoughtfuIy, with now
and then keen glance at the reader.
There was much duet practicing; Dolo-
res would curl herself in the corner OF
q sofa and listen delightfully."- to her
lover and her friend as they rendered
soft Italian or Spanish airs. Foolish,
unsuspicious Dolores! She could not
see the upward, languishing chances
from those bewildering eyes, or note
the white fingers accidentally touch her
lover hands.
Hilary was an early riser, and was
won't to take stroll along the cliffs
before breakfast. Vivien noted it,
and often met him with her hands full
Of flowers and a look of astonish-
1AACAV Ill AlOI llCA lO1lOWSu u
half hours conversation, often touch
ing upon dangerous themes. 9
CHOW blessed I ami" said he. 81
have the dearest sweetheart in the
world and the loveliest woman fo1
q friend"
She looked at him with her beauti
full eyes dim with tears, and replied
softly: "But you cannot think what
it costs ME to be your friend" Then
she laid her hand on his arm depre.
catingly, and with bushes said: =.
forgive me; Ispoke unguardedly."
After that Hilary's manner seemed
changed; there was a restlessness and
thoughtfulness foreign to him.. Per.
haps if he could have shaken off the
Enchanting wizards spell, could
have reused to q staJe>of activity, he
might have broken the charm being
cast.oyer him. And it seemed as i
Dolores eyes were stricken blind, for
in the innocence of her heart and her
unbounded trust she saw and thought
OF nothing but devotion to herself on
the part Of her lover and fidelity on
the part of her friend.
.1"Oh, you two may 60 and practice
your new duet. I must stay with dear
godmother, who has headache z
said Dolores one evening. The two
went willingly enough, but, after sing.
ing a few songs, Vivlen said:
''Singing Of moonlit waters makes
one long for them; cannot we have a
row before Dolores comes down.
And they stepped from the low. window
to, the lawn and went down the cliff
path tot the boat-house. They rowed
far up the bay, then drifted slowly
back, listening to the far-off sounds OF
q guitar and the refrain Of q love song
in rich tenor voice. The perfume 81
late roses came from the shore, and
here was Vivien, with her beguiling
eyes, talking in q; sweet, low voice:
'Yo,lask me why i cannot be your
friend and it is q; cruel question. Do
you ask il to torture mes II is tor
this reason:
We are friends;
/ .Stt. And here the music ends!'
And she covered her face with her
hands rs If with shame at her avowal.
Hilary bent forward and gently took
them away, saying: s.. ...s
But the music need not end there,
Vivien! and with tender pleadings he
bent forward clasping her to his heart
for q moment raining kisses upon her
s lips. Then he resumed the oars, and
destiny ,watchful ever, guided the boat
close to the shore along the lily pads.
81 Dolores left Mrs. Glentworth last
asleep, and, failing 70 find her friend
and lover IN the house, went to meet
them. Perhaps they had gone for VA.
teri lilies, 30 she went through the gar
den picking flowers rs shepassed, and
singing snAtches Of 8 Spanish seren-
ade. The mo onlieht fell caressingly
ON her sweet, upturneds face, the night
breezes softly waved her dark hair
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