The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-08-20
Poles Apart.

Dick Fellowes flung himself back
against the frail door post of the summer
house till the airy building rocked to its
foundations.
essay one kind word, Stella. My love
may not seem much to you, but at least
it is the best I have to give" he said,
earnestly, looking very white and hurt.
Stella Howard, sitting sweet and calm
. in her white gown and pearls, halt
glanced toward her impetuous lover
then dropped her blue eyes again with
o suspicion of II dainty shudder.
., Dicks hands were so very big and red,
and his evening dress looked as if it
D came out of the ark. OF course he was
very good and nice, and Stella did not
mind his clumsy little attentions when
no one more interesting was at hand;
but to be made love to by a big, awkward
young civil engineer working on the new
railway line! creature who couldn't sing,
or ride, or play billiards who entered
o room like q wandering elephant, and
was forever buried in diagrams and
calculations, instead of talking society
chatter Stella could not help feeling it
decided liberty ON Dick Fellowes' part
to imagine himself entitled to love Col.
Towards only daughter, and she heart
lily wished she had never suggested his
being invited to diuner-at which he had
overturned q glass of chablis over her
new lace hounce--or consented to show
him the garden in the soft sunset glow
OF that June evening.
p ST don't know what to saw. I've told
you it isn't the least use, Mr. Fellowes
your life and mine are poles apart;
we can't make them meet. I'm very
sorry you should be panied. Try to
forget it ALL" she answered, trying not
to show her disdain too plainly.
| "Forget!" echoed Fellowes, the blood
rushing to his temples. mo, that's not
likely. 1 tell you while you live no man
will love you as 1 have done. Good-by,
Stella; 1 can't stand any more. Heaven
bless you, although you are so cruel!"
And he was out of sight down the
garden path before Stella could hav 9
stopped him. even had she so wished.
What curiously abrupt manners he
had, thought she, rs she made her way
to the drawing-room through the sweet
scented roses to sing the song Capt
Thurlow had begged for in whisper rs
she left the table. How odd to go with
out bidding good-by And he was
leaving Churlstone the next day, she
knew.
Capt Thurlow's polished manner was
apostive relief after such behavior and
as he turned the pages of the "Bohe-
milan Girl, and murmured compliance
into Stella Towards well-pleased ear,
Dick Fellowes and his wooing faded
from her mind like disagreeable
dream
Only once did she hear his name in
tho two years that followed, and that
was in connection with some scheme of
some proposed government works, and
he was called Mr. Fellowes the we'll
known and rising ,gineer"
Dick rising! Dick famous! Stella
was sensible of little shock of intense
wonder.
I But there was very little time for any
thought of the outside world after that.
Col. Howar died in Afghanistan, and
Stella found herself penniless orphan,
dependent ON the distant relations with
whom she was living. Even in all her
sorrow and despair there was little ray
Of comfort in the thought of Capt.
Thurlow. Surely there was one strong
arm and brave heart that would not fail
her.