The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-12-18

such words from lief, he stOo l. aul gllt;
until the sobbing, half-denudcd frees hi,
her from view; then he burst into. low
laugh
= Condensed, emphatic, undcrlined!'
he dauShcd. ''She has got her share q
spirit, surely. have another viftue-per
severance, and my little wood queen and
will soon be the best of friends again!'
And he sauntered homeward through the
blue twilight, thinking of her, and whist.
ling at soft, low key,
''Shc was falrer than the fairest,
Ever faithful. fond and true;
And adoMn her neck were hanging,
Amber tresses tied with blue."
And having not the slightest doubt but
that trorning would set all right again, al.
though he-had no definite ain
The very thought OF marrying her was
too far-fetched to touch him; yet he did
almost sigh vague wish that she belonged
to his own world, where he might see her
when Ire would
Those society ladies were so elegant. so
shallow, so affected and healtless, so Ian
guidly uninteresting; while the men
The ennui of the next week nearly killed
him; but finally, the last guest said good
bye and departed, and left him alone with
the servants.
''Deuced glad of it," mused Mr.. Warinr.
as he sauntered down the leadess aisics of
the forest, where the winds were sobbing
p'tiful cadence that somehow echoed it
sclf'in his heart. ''Nly small stock of pa
tience and endurance was just about ex-
hanstejl."
A little cottage rose before him through
the bleak trees.
In the waning light it looked gloomy and
desolate, but Paul Waring paused and gazed
on 1t witha feeling almost sacred
VAS Was, the home of Ianthe Lorne and
y man oan,,
jerked his hat respeculnBEo
"If be you're wanting another tenant for
the place, sir" he said, I'D like the bit of
land, as it joins mne-and the house, too"
Another tcnant?" asked Waring. in
SOME surprise. s'What do you mean, Gra-
hame2 Mrs. Lorne and her daughter live
here"
lord, sirr' exclaimed the mon6; don't
you know? It's near week sineaa they
went, and left the keys at Larkin's. They
was called suddnt with telegram. Mrs
I.orne had rich aunt somewhere, who was
dyin'. But thought you knew, sir!'
Mr.. Waring went slowly home, vague
disappointment at his heart.
Lille had counted So much on Ianthe to
brighten the gloomy winter now clustering
itself ir, but
81 shall perhaps never see her again."
he said rsgretfully. at may be better so,
but the race of fools are not all dead and
am sorry. But no one else shall have the
place; they will probably. come back in
time"
Bat time passed, as it will until run out /;
the gloomy winter was driven away by the
smiles and tears OF spring; the crowd of
summer guests swarmed into Graymounl;
then departed; three times the summer
foliage bloomed and died; yet to the scenes
of her former life Ianthe LONE was as dead
as if the grave had taken her.
Four years from the time he had seen
her last, Paul Warng crossed the old slilc,
sachel in hand, to catch the train for New
York.
81 wonder where she isP' he unused. 81
almost regret but pshaw! how the world
would laugh!'
Very slowly his carriage proceeded up
| Broadway, through the jam of other car
rlages; then suddenly, in that sea of faces
his keen gaze singled out One--ditferent,
more beautiful, more fragile, wrapped in
costly furs and reclining on velvet cushions,
! but still-Ianthe!
Careiessly, with fashionable, languid un-
Er0neafji NBer loyely eyes met his,l TIT into
! tl,eln flashed NO gIeani of ofrecognition
"Thai's the reigning beauty and belleH'
exclaimed Jack Frazer, nudging his friend.
Exquisite piece, isn't she? Her name is
Lorne-Ianthe Lorne, and she is heiiess to
a cool million if she marries the right man.
An eccentric aunt left her the money under
the funniest conditions!
''She must marry Russian nobleman,
who was great friend of her aunt's; but
she was given four years-unliI next
Christnas-to decide. But of course she
will marry him, and the four years were
only given her to learn the value OF the
money!"
Waring met Ianthe often-in crowded
bathrooms, brilliant fetes, operas, and all
the other amusements to which wealthy,
fashionable people go; but she was always
the grand, petted favorile OF the world
coldly, carelessly polite TO him, ignoring
any pregiads acquaintance, until he nearly
went mad with pain, and returned to Gray
mound in disgust with the world which hat
spoiled the lovely, innocent ehild long be
fore the Christihas-tde set in.
He had not the slightest doubt but tha
she would marry the ugly Russian noble
man.
She had become worldly wise had learne'
the yalue of wealth and power, the worth
lessness Of honor beside them.
= He almost cursed himself that once h
/ had wished she might have belonged TO tha
r giddy world, with its light morals and los
principles,
Christmas I'VE. aud the wind whlrled *