The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-09-01


Robert Grey" she almost whispers, stretch
ing out her slim, jeweled hands and speak
ing with touch of passion foreign to her
nature, would have remained in my own
world, despite all the doctors in Christen-
dom, and taken the consequences. What l
have done to win your hate--your sarcasm,
do not know. Some natures are born an
tagonistic. In your supercilious mockery
you have given me good reason TO hate and
scorn you. You-you-"
He bows coldly, and offers her his arm.
Don't excite yourself" he says. cit
would be pity If Lester should lose you
after all our care, you know. The dew is
falling, and you must go in"
But when he has delivered her to the ten
der care of Miss Neill, and goes out on the
terrace to smoke cigar, he tells himself
that the fair, fragile face into which he
looked 30 scornfully, will haunt him until
the last hour of his life, shutting out the
beauty and worth of every other face.
Across the breath of the June roses her
voice, accompanied by the guitar, comes to
him and awakes more mad sorrow in his
heart as it blends with the beauty of the
moonlit night.
"'Ah, II beside the dead
Slumbered the PAIN
All, II the hearts that bled
Slept with the slain
II the grief died.
The music fingers for moment, Gibbs,
then dies away, and he wakes from the spell
to full realization that for him the future
holds only the endless, nameless, nameless
pain her song conveys.
1t is late in the night when he turns
toward the house, wearied by the mental
battle he has fought and Miss Neill meets
him in the corridor.
q Poor child" she said softly, 81 have
sent her to bed-she is SO frail But all
my prayers are of no avail, She is going to
start for Saratoga tomorrow !"
Rudely, without word, he passes he,
by, and again reaches the open air, going
blindly onward almost mad with pain and
desolation.
Down the moonlt path he goes toward
Inc lake; then suddenly he becomes awar.
hat some one is there before him-somt
one in soft, white robe who turns toward
him with great, startled eyes, and the whit
est, loveliest face in the wide world.
All, it is you !" she says, with little
augh, moving nearer to him. " / feared it
was Aunt Kathie. She sent me to bed an
hour ago, but there was a witchery in the
moonlight, and I could not sleep, so I stole
down, and here ~
q You are rash," he says sternly, Ito
court death in this way. Your neck and
arms "-gloating over their perfect beauty
-" are exposed to the night wind The
dew is falling, tool"
6 Let it fall, she says, with shrug OF
her shoulders. Death comes but once
what matter when /"
She does not look toward him, but across
he lake where the moon filings path of
gold. Into his dark eyes creeps a wistful,
tender sadness
To you it should matter much," he
says, " You are SO yonng beautiful
You have SO much before you of gladness,
and HE cannot refrain from this last bit
terness-" have you no pity for the man
you are going to marry2n
With great, dilated eyes she turns toward
him.
:" l do not know him yet, she says softly.
" If you mean Alan Lester Last week
asked him for my freedom, and tonight
by MALL received it %
He catches her hands in his, and looks
down into the lovely, upturned face with
passionate intensity.
My love-my darling!' he whispers,
= have tried to hate you-tried to scorn
you-but love you as / never have, never
shall, any other woman If only it might
be If only you cared little"
" l care great DEAL" she laughs; SD
much that am going to marry you-pro
sided always you wish me-just to keep
you in good humor, or see you in one just
once! never have. YOU know IN.
Eileen Holahan.