San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-12-11

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As she entered the drawing room, whicr
was partially filled with visitors, Mrs. Deer
hurst came forward end said in the sof,
sweet voice peculiar to her:
Miss Grahame, Mrs. Marston would be
pleased TO hear you sing. She is very fond
of vocal music"
ut will give me great pleasure to oblige
her." replied Florence, going to the piano,
which stood open. at the other end Of the
room.
In a few moments her wonderful voice was
filing the room with sweet, sad music.
Oh, fragrant breeze, oh, murmuring trees,
oh, waving. whispering lines,
Oh, there to be again with thee,
My love Of olden tinesl
AS the last low notes died away Florence
lifted her head and saw reflected in mirror
before her the figure and face Of John
Macomber. With a face white to the very
lips she turned toward him. Their eyes met
for an instant, and scarcely beeding Mrs.
Marsto1s murmured words of appreciation,
she left the circle of visitors and fled 10 the
schooiroom.
"At lastl" she cried, her heart beating joy
fully. AT last have sesn him and now all
will soon DO wellr'
She felt that she would sufRocate if she re-
manned within doors, and throwing a thin
shawl over her head She went out into the
deepening October twilight All was silent
save for the rustiing of the falling leaves and
the occasional cry of bird
Florence walked on with bright eyes and
joyful heart. Turning a sharp curve in the
path, she came suddenly upon a man leaning
against tree and looking modify upon the
ground 1t was John Macomber.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw
Florence, his old love, standing before him,
the color coming and going in her face. His
heart gave greet bound and then seemed to
stand still Lifting his hat, he said, coldly:
"Aiiss Grahame. believe"
eyes," said Florence; and then she added,
TREMENDOUSLY:
Mr.. Macomber, am glad we have met,
for have something to ask you"
eff / can be of any service, pray command
me-" he answered.
"WiI you have the kindness to explain
this letter, which / received from you two
years ago~
81 think can explain that note without
reading it, Miss Grahame"
81 have never understood it," said Flor
ence.
II was under the impression that its mean
ing was very plain. In that note | intended
to convey the idea that in compliance with
your wish 1 released you from your engage
ment to me-"
''ln compliance with my wishf' she re-
peated. Then Grace was right. You did
receive a letter which you supposed 1 had
written"
81 certainly received letter from you, in
which you declared that you had never loved
me-"
John" she cried, 81 did not write that
letter."
You did not write ftg'
mo. never saw it."
"Florencs Grahame, what do you meant"
II mean that the letter which you received
two years ago, and which you supposed was
written by noe, was a forgery"
"Who wrote itP'
81 do not know"
John Macomber looked long and earnestly
into the face OF the girl before him, and he
said to himself that truth lay in her eyes and
on her face.
Then you were truef' he said slowly.
YES" she answered; and when he turned
away without word, forgetful of pride, for
StALol Va 0NeN pnAhS SASSPe cpas oho FOSSu
him, she cried out, sob, John, you have
ceased 10 care for mep
''God only knows how ! love you!" he
said, with bis face still turned away.
'sfhen why do you not speak to me7'
Slowly be turned his face, and its deadly
Wilderness frightened her.
..Oh, my love" she cried, what is itF'
"Hush!" he said hoarseiy. IL ON u mar
ried naag"
For a wade she locked at him in u GaEcd
manner, unable to reIlize what Lo l.esiit;
then, Us comprehension came 10 uer, SIZE
stretched out her hands ard turned away
with q long, low cry that toid OF tno Death 81
q Lies l&i.ht hops.
For a while neIt4jer spoke Low the G2.I
longed to take the aleIsGcs> .;.io in Is s;rIns
aud rnuyrlssa' loving NrssGa el comfort. now
his heart ached 10 tc.l h.T Gt I'll the passion
ate loye AL longing st-..e Gle; him, aid IF
how DISH ai.a JOY less hrs he would lie with
out her.
But it could not be. Another woman stood
between tAeIl. Another woman Claimed his
loving words and car2sSes, and tie could only
stand thnTe la silence, his heart breaking
with lovWand pity Tor the girl before him.
Presently Florence raised her head and
said ii I low, stiAed voice:
''Go!"
Ny poor Lowell" he mpIrnured tenderly.
'GoH she repeated 60, Isay! and with
out a word he left her.-Waverley Magazine
THE MISSION Of TEARS.