Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1886-12-30
WaEzai's Violin.

ooh Maud if l could only kno,p
that l alone reign IN your heart. Tell
me, darling, scrlously and end this
torturlnS suspense !!
And phi Permont, with pas
sionate gesture, catches the two rest
less little hands Of his companion in
his own, and gaze-, with his whole
heart in his vearning gray ewes, into
the beautiful, laughing face.
Maud I'rrynor meets that implor-
ing look unilinchingIy, though the
color deepens in her velvety, olive
checks. LET go my hand, Ralph,
you are so rough = she says poutingly
trying TO withdraw them from tie
crushing grasp which only lmprjsons
them the tighter. you shouldn't
thluk of ne At ALL she adds, with a
saucy tantaiz5ng ( lance into the love-
lit counteuance benIing over her. "and
then You wouldn't be troubled with
sNch tor'r@ing SUSPENSE
Maud y in a PANIED, reproachful
voice "you don't mean that ? When
will you b. serious long enough to let
me understand your real feelings
"When| She chances up, with q
knocking hIht in her laughing, dar',
eyes. "Oh you can learn them any
time, at your pleasure, MIR. Peirmont,
| am IN as understandable a mood at
presenr As | ever shall be, presume.
His handsome face pales suddcaly
to the very lips, an ominous fash leaps
INTO the pleading gray eyes, and he
casts the fair little hands lie has been
holding away from him IN bitter anger.
Then | mus; understand you as be
ing strangely different flom the woman
| have loved, II he answered in a voice
lhick and husky with the passions that
rage within his breast. "A ilirt who
trlhes with my hsppincss SO long as
she finds the occupation entertaining
and then, when she finally tires Of it,
bids me see her as she really is. At
ieast, can thank you for having
awakened me from my silly dreams 80
soon. Goodnight. Miss Treynor.' a
slight but keen sarcasm seeming to
freeze the anger from his tones. Il
fear must put you to the trouble Of
occurring some other victim for your fu-
| turc amusement
Aud touching his hat with the cool
| po,teness Of stranger, he strides
away, leaving his listener standing
alone ard bali d.zed beside the gate
There Is a moment Of utter silence,
save for :lle echo of his footsteps, sound
ing further and fainter every instant
for Maud hooking laugh has sudden
! ly grown still, and her beautiful, rla1'te
| face is whittier than snow-drltt.
Then she realizes that something ter
libe has actually occurred that it was
not dream-that Ralph has really
gone away with deadly scorn and ha-
tired in his heart.
ooh, Ralph |" she cried desrairingly
and half unconsciouslv she reaches out
her arms to draw him back.
But nothing answers her. Even the
echo of his footsteps has died away.
Never morning wore
70 evening, but some heart did break. .
SAYS the poet and, as Maud turns
slowly and sorrowfully from the low
gate where she was parted from her
lover, size thinks, or rather feels, how
true 1T is.
She has broken hearts enough
thoughtIe.sly, perhaps--and now her
own is breaking
For, somehow, she has not doubt
that Raj ph's scornful "Good-nishC'
will prove an endless farewell.
AS she reaches the house the ligh's
from the parlor windows fall upon her
face, pale and passionately sorrowful
| and, for the first tine,you notice that