The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-11-13

| IL were WnaJ the WOfuS are,
And love were like the tune,
With double sound and single,
Delight our lips would mingle,
With kisses glad as birds are
That get sweet rain at noon;
II l were what the words are,
And love were like the tune -"
"Hush r. she commanded, but her
voice was soft and sweet as music, and
there was no anger in the deep, dark
eyes that met mine in an answering look
of tenderness.
We kept our loye secret, for could
not tell my friends how recreant had
proved to Grace's trust, and Flora had
reasons of her own for not wishing
them to know.
But 1t was arranged between us that
just before the conclusion of my visit
we should drive to the adjoining city to-
gether and be quietly married. Then
the loveliest woman this round world
held $50 told myself would be mine
my wife. Beyond that had made no
plans.
was dreaming a dream, content to
let the future take care of itself.
One day a new arrival dropped down
into my paradise-an exceedingly hand
some fellow, with polished manners,
but a certain something" in his style
and countenance which made me dis
like him.
He did not appear to be on terms of
intimate acquaintance with any of the
guests, and altogether, 1 wondered
how he came to be there.
"Why, to tell you the truth, Paul."
said my host, with half-shamed eX-
preston, when | venture to say some
thing to that effect on the day after the
strangers arrival, 81 hardly know my
self how he got here. have had a
merely superficial acquaintance with
the fellow for some months, but never
thought of inviting him to my house.
lie learned in some way that had ask
ed few friends here and, when l
chanced to meet him, he-well, l don't
know how he did manage it, but found
myself inviting him almost before /
knew it, However, his stay will be
short, so treat him as civilly as you can,
and oblige yours truly"
did not find that easy to do, for
noticed him speaking to Flora several
times, with an air of old acquaintance
ship that set my blood to tingling jeal-
ously.
"Mr. Clarendon is evidently not a
, stranger to you, Flora ?' remarked
e inquiringly, soon after my conversation
= with John on the subject.
tried hard to conceal my jealousy,
! but must have failed, for she gave a
J low, half amused laugh, and laid her
2 white hand on my arm in way that
I always made me her willing slave.
! NO." she answered carelessly; 81
: met him once AT house where / was
employed and where he chanced to be a
! visitor, just as l have met these good
people here" and she made a slight
I motion with her hand toward some OF
t the company, with that almost imper-
ceptible touch Of scoIn in her voice that
e l noticed so often when she referred to
her employers guests or to her own
3 position in the house.
D But did not feel easy in regard to
the handsome visitor.
Not that doubted Flora, but tor
2 mented myself with the idea that he had
e fallen in love with her at their first
meeting, and had managed to secure
his invitation here for the purpose of
5 seeing her again.
With this thought haunting me, /
strolled out into the grounds, instead of
going TO my room, when the party sepa
rated that night, and threw myself
down under tree to calm my excited
nerves.
While ] lay there, vaguely remember
ing how long il had been since l wrote
TO Grace, and wondering how / should
ever make known to her what l must
soon tell, the sound of Flora Hueston's S
voice, low and musical, came to my
ears.
Yes, Roland, mio," she was saying.
81 have succeeded admirably, better
even than We had planned. Paul Barry
is rich, and how he loves me! Oh,
shades of Cupid! what a blind, devoted
! fool he isr' and / heard her silvcry
laughter ring out mockingly. The
: marriage will take place soon, and then,
then | will soon manage to get possess
sion of his wealth, and you and |, my
! darling, will nevermore need to live
} apart"
Bravo, little adventuressi softly
: laughed a mans voice, which recog-
nlzei as CArsndons. God knows /