Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1888-10-06

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she been frightened at his manner the Mig.
before, and gone away to avoid his unoloa
ant suiti"
sBut she isn't far away" and the e.:
smiled at the disappointment that had CON
over his face 81 guess, row, you will fin
her in the garden; or will call her if yo
say" #..s.. ...-.,-.
mo, don't call her." and Philip hurried on
to tho garden. What more fitting place fo.
what he had to say if he could find his voic,
for the great lump in his throat He must bt
very eloquent to persuade her, to answer ali
her objections, to assure her that it was no.
pity that moveL him, for she would re
sent that, but love--a love that craved her
| above all the world.
! She looked up from her embroidery at the
sound Of his footsteps and smiled Her
beauty might all go, as its first bloom and
freshness had gone, and her cheeks fade ERo
the autumn leaves whose glowing tints they
had once worn; her golden hair might whiten
with age, he knew it would make no differ
ence in his love. She wore the same dress
she had worn in that other garden scene
She had grown thin and gone back to the
dresses of her girlhood. 1t was q light blue
silk, open low in the neck, filled in with nest
ling folds of lace. The sunbeams made their
way through the low hanging trees, and
with them came the breath of the roses, and
the humming OF the bees, just as on that
other day.
Philip seated himself on the bench beside
her, and tried to make his voice calm as he
said:
"Do you remember when you last wore
this dressf
Would she be frightened at the intensity Of
gentleness in his voiccs
But she smiled as frankly at him as If he
were her brother. "Oh, yes"
He put his hand on her arm, cool as if love
and passion were forever outside her expert
ence. 'Bertha, love you more now than
then. l will not frighten you with my ve-
hemence; have learned to conquer myself
will cherish you as child, but, oh, Bertha,
/ want to be near you"
The woman did not draw away from HIM
She was looking with changed expression
| ct his eager face--the face of the lover whom
no coldness could chill; who returned again
after her desertion of him; whom no shame
could alter. He had stirred something like
admiration in her at last A tinge of delicate
color rose from her reck among the folds Of
lace, and mounted to the roots of her golden
hair It was the first time he had ever moved
her.
"And you love me as much now as that
day fell asleep on your shoulder-ages ago,
it must have beenr' Then her great blue
eyes drooped under the intensity of love that
| looked from his face---a love beyond her
| power to understand.
He gathered her hands in his. GAS much
and more-a deeper, purer, geDtler love that
will protect you against its own very vehe-
mence-that would rather make sacrifices
for you than joys for itself"
''Take me, then" and she let him draw her
head on his breast, where she felt the throb-
bing growing mightier and mightier, though
he only pressed his lips upon her cool fore
head Then she drew back. She did not look
in his face, which had a great light in it,
perhaps she was ashamed that she had moth
ing to give him. ashamed that her heart was
SO cold under the rapture that looked out OF
his eyes
"But Philip, you must not hurry me too
much. am slow, and this is so sudden, l
would as soon have thought of an earth
quake" Then she glanced wonderingly at
him as if to make sure "Ah, Philip you
deserve a better love than mine" But he
caught her hand to his lips, and held it there
while he covered it with kisses,
81 would rather the flower you wear in
your bosom than any woman in the world
besides you. l learned to love with you,
Bertha"
But she took her hand away uneasily.
"But you won't hurry me, will you, Philip?'
| How could she ask him to wait much longerl
''For if you do"-
"Oh, mol will give you whole week"
He laughed, and then grew suddenly very
sober. Haven't given you long enoughf"
II must take q little journey first" and her
eyes appeared to avoid his. A sudden tide
Of jealousy swept over him. Had she de-
served his trustf"
~ will go with you. It shall be our we'd
ding journey"
! She flushed nervously-"Oh, no, not yeti
| Where could she be goinga To one last
interview with Curran, perhaps, and he felt
that he could not bear one thought OF him
should ever cross her soul again. How short
q time it took to spoil his happiness The
| glow had left his heart the light had gone
out of his eyes, all in a moment. Is misery
then the only thing that can lasta
| "Only this once" she said. "You shall go
with me always then"
His mood melted and in moment he was
kneeling before her. "Oh, Bertha, be fair with
me-for you hold me in the hollow of your
| DO nOL Idll nOW "AOh yOu nav
seemed so near me.n
She put her hand on his bowed head, per-
haps some sweet word trembled on her lips
He hungered for it, and when she did not
speak he looked up into the face of his bride
She had seemed so far from him, q world
could not have parted them more, but he
was at her feet, and she had promised to be
his wife, - .....-
my dear Philip. excuse me, but you are
crushing my embroidery So he was. He
was kneeling on it in his fond idolatry, as II
piece of worsted work was of no account.
He found his feet and cast a pathetic glance
at the square of canvas before he stopped to
pick II up. It was strange, indeed, that he
should have been SO carried away in his pas
Sonate ardor as not to notice what he was
kneeiing on.
II hope / have not ruined your work, he
said, simply. No, he had only rumpled it a
little, and he would have been willing topur-
chase all the canvas and worsted in two
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