Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-23
Summer Days at Newport.
By LUCY H. HOOPER.

such appearances portended wars and con- hagrations and fearful disasters of all kindsr'
 Harry smiled superior in all the conscious ness of masculine wisdom.
 Fortunately our favored land need fear no such portents, darling We are secure from foreign foes, and For all domestic troubles the ballot box is our only weapon"
 'Do you remember the vision in Mar mion,' HarryG
 But indistinct the pageant proud
 A fancy forms of midnight cloud,
 When filings the moon upon her shroud
 wavering tinge of flame;
 It fits, expands and shifts till loud
 The awful summons came."
 'Shall I continue the lines for you, Flor ence, and try to exercise those merry dancers, as the Laplanders call them, up yondera-
 Thy fatal summons deny,
 And thy internal lord defy"-
 'Harry, dear Harry! Pray stop-you make me unhappy. You should not mock at anything so wonderful"
 ''Then I will not, dearest. But, Florence, let me try to interpSet this lovely vision alright for you. I see in it only an emblem, a prediction of our future happiness. See. over your future home in the north there bends that bright arch"-
 But Philadelphia lies ever so far south from here"
 Do not interrupt the soothsayer, irrever> ent young girl Those white wavering forms overhead nre the northern spirits that have come to welcome you, southern born flower as you are, to their native cline. And over- head, dear, look how the stars shine through that soft flush that overspreads the whole heavens. So shall all the brightness heaven vouchsafes to our future life shine trans figured to fairer, intenser 1uster through the rOSv radiance of OI1r. I11nt11al love 5
 His voice had lost it's testing tone, and he spoke with grave and tender earnestness. And they stood together beneath that beau tiful and wondrous glory of the skies, silent because of the very fullness of their hearts, the very perfection of their happiness: For 1t is with feelings as with waters: The shallows murmur but the depths are dumb
 Florence's forebodings of her fathers dis pleasure and opposition proved more correct than did the confident hopefulness of her lover When Harry sought Mir. Hurst the morning after the ball to lay before him his proposals for Florences hand, he was re- ceived at first with coldness that speedily culninated in n most decided negative to his demand.
 "There must be an end to this," said Mir. Hurst curtly and decidedly. "Flor- ence and you, must meet no more. I have other views for my daughter, MT. Danvers, and l trust to your honor as a gentleman for a total discontinuance of what will prove to be fruitless pursuit"
 The hot blood rushed to Harry Danvers' brow. "Mr. Hurst" he said, trying to re- strain his eagerness and his indignation, "your daughter loves me. You must par don mo if I refuse to consider this dismissal as final"
 My daughter will obey my commands, and they are, that you meet no more. Allow me to consider this interview as at an end, and to wish you very good morning"
 And yet, MT. Hurst, permit me, if you please"-
 ''SirI" interrupted Mir. Hurst, turning upon him angrily, "my estates in Georgia and Virginia are both of vast extent, and ] number my negroes by the thousand. Flor. ence Is my sole child and heiress, and do you think therefore that she is to be handed, like copper or picayune, to the first young beggar that chooses to ask for heri"
 The indomitable will of the old man looked out from his steely eyes and was written on every line of his countenance. There was nothing more to be said. Harry bowed, and merely remarked as he withdrew;
 II have made no promise that l would not try to see Florence again, Mir. Hurst, and refuse to make such promise"
 "I am perfectly capable of taking care of my daughter, Mir. Danvers. Good morning, sir"
 That afternoon Q pale, washed out looking, but lady like person approached Harry as he was strolling moodily beneath Florences windows and striving to get glimpse of her, for she had not been allowed to leave her room all day.
 II am Miss Hurst's governeSs," whispered the stranger, My name is Susan Clint she may have spoken to you of me, Mir. Dan. vers. I have a note for you, sir" And she l slipped folded paper into his hand and hurried away as though afraid of being ob. | served
 Harry retreated to his room, and there tore l the precious mlSsive eagerly open. It con. | tained only these few lines, Papa is going to take me away from New. | port tonight. We are going to our Virginian home-Gardenhurst. It is near Washington and not far from Arlington, the Lees place | Do try to come there, Harry. I want to see l you once more.n
 | "Once morei Oh, my darling, my darling l. there then no hope7' And Harry Danvers l burst into very passion of tears as he pressed the poor plotted little note to his lips. They were too weak, these two unhappy children to struggle successfully against fate. What could Florence, poor fragile, timid child, dc | to oppose the iron will of her fatherf while her lover equally lacked power to break hel chain. Yet still young Danvers hoped, witt the unreasoning, blind trustfulness of youth that something would happen to aid then and to unite them at last.
 Ten days later he stood waiting for th' coming of his love, under the shade of som' of the mighty trees which formed the chic glory of the estate of Gardenhurst. Tn house stood on a lofty height overlooking tn windings of the Potomac and the distan roofs and spires of Washington. It was massive and majestic looking mansion, relic of the anticipated splendors of old colo nial times, and bearing, it was said, in it interior many traces of the grandeur ant greatness of the bygone generations o Hursts, in the shape of curious furniture carved marbles, antique weapons, and famil., portraits. At the back of the house tn ground sloped suddenly downward to tn shores of a deep and sullen stream, who's waters, though shallow and brawling fev rods higher up, were just in that spot O great depth ahd treacherous quietudes Re port said that a murder had once been com tnitted there, and that the body of the vic tim had been committed to the gloom, waters; but be that as it may, the spot bor an evil repute, and the pegra ' ' 1