The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-02-17

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look who ssss 3 Ghost.
And then she smiled. She had been
beautiful before, but now her beauty
wAs bewildering. She stretched out
her hands " him. -
Have you nevet Q word OF vel
come. Brian. for your wite." ee4
He drew . long, hard breath. and
passed his hand heavily over his eyes.
He never once glanced my way, though
! felt he saw mt. all the while. de an
swered her slowly:
"How is It you are not dead, Louise!
For nearly seven years you have al
lowed me TO believe you were.
She laughed q mocking little laugh:
Though she did not turn toward me,
knew she had flashed glance at me.
4" Have you been discOnsolate
widower all that time, my poor Brian!
1t was very wicked of ME, of course.
But then. you see, always hated pow.
erty; and you were 80 very impecuni-
Gus at that time. l really thought 1t
better to die off your hands"
Here she turned suddenly to me with
q sweet graciousness Of manner, while
her eyes, alive with hooking spirits,
looked ME through and through.
"My husband is little rcmiss at in
Productions, so find I must make my
self known to you, as ! see you are one
Of his friends. Every one has q skeleton
In his closet, you know. and present
you to Brian's."
She made ssplayful courtesy as she
spoke. ~
'Only he fancied it was laid away
underground" she added. perhaps
he has told you of our runaway match
when he was at college, and how angry
poor mamma was, and hushed the
matter up, and carried me away to
Europe to finish my school days there.
And there II was that mamma made
her brilliant second marriage-Yreal,
true German baron; and we went AWAY
to Vienna to live. But first ! died; for
one must die-must not one?-t6 get
into paradise. Brian would never have
let me 60 there alive, 80 sent him .
lock Of my hail. and . little scrawling
death-bed note Enclosed in a lettsg from
mammals maid, who had helpedas to
run away the year before. You re-
member Fifine. Brianp She has come
over with me now. Such clever SOUL
I can't tell how should ever, without
her, have managed to keep myself in
formed of your movements, and Of
course 1 had to 10 that, for all widowers
aren't so cOnstAnt, and you might hsve
married, you know" Ash.
He interrupted her, hoarse with pas
sion: And how do l know that you"
s''Oh, Brian, how can you! As If that
were now Inst what my step-father and
Irnarreled shout! After dear mamma
d.x1h6 I'D last year. with pset-
q nl6l 3a6 in voice and eyelids,
O. IA se5as swiftly as q child's
inj r. lhatcA fcf me; and Of course that
wouldn't VI az ~ know. Dear
mamma WI INIT let me enjoy
life in my y = / after she vi
difficult. A " Brian |
knew you. wef6 q w. Poor man,
and that I shonl you down
now. Ard 50 IL 70 you.
If you will have M put ont her
hands then in the Hest pleadlng
way. II l had been ! man ~ ~,
But Brian did not s0tt4A Iii me ~ 81.
He had pont up his wr1thnow. and had
it under his control; but his voice was
still hoarse Us he said to her:
II shall take pains to learn whether
all this is truth. Meanwhile we will
not trespass any longer upon Miss
Deane's patience. l shall take you
back to my house, and will set out
within the hour for Vienna. Miss
Deane will pardon"
There he broke off huskily. He had
not once lifted his eyes to me since
first they fell upon her shadow which
the waning sunset cast between us.
But-how l had the strengthen dc
not know-but went straight up to
her and took her hand, and kissed her
on the pretty smooth white brow rs
she lifted up her face to mine. Is there
woman born who can keep anger for a
pretty childp And there are some peo'
pie who never outgrow the charm and
responsibility of childhood; if they
pluck at ones heart-stlings with theil
careless fingers until one could be
/, stung into giving them blow or q
/ shake, one must kiss and be
| friends afterward. And then
turned to him-I must have had 8
! vision Of how it would all end: for she
was wonderfully fair: she had been hi
first love; she would be his last.
turned to him.
II am sure you will find all as sht
has said, and that you will forgive her
I don't think shall be here still wher
you come back from your long journey
SO you must let me give you my hes
wishes now"
Our hands met for one instant no
our eyes; we neither OF rs could bea
that. Then our hands fell apart, AM
presently I was alone. Ny day wa
over; twilight darkened in the window
gray and blank.
And after twilight
just paragraph in book ] hAy'
been turning over by my solitary nF1
side tonight has set me thinking OF q
this. Il says: 5
There are women who live all thei
lives long Il the cold white moOnligh
Of other peoples re0scbed Joy. II
not bad kind Of light = live in, afte