The Grenada gazette., 1888-12-13

look IN ners tDat ne nau neVer seol
there before.
"he cares little for Wildermar, and
less for me-" she thought as she lef
the library, her lips quivering, q throl
of pain at her heart
All, she didn't know! II was hard t.
John Grant to leave Wildermar, will
It's extensive grounds, its lordly man
sion and It's Observation-Disclosures
reoms, and II was harder still to leave
the sweet, bright young girl whom he
loved with fervor that had some
thing OF idolatry in il,
II offended her in some way" he
thought. his brows knit, the line.
around his mouth growing stern. "Slt
does not seem Very exuberant, nov
that she is in possession of Wildermar
The sense of proprictors hip does no
overwhelm her, never saw such a
dissatisfied look on her face. don,
understand her, and I'm afraid Mr.,
Delisle doesn't. She tempted me fear
fully, but can not stay No, | can
not stay, | must go where | can for
getl"
That night he was awakened by the
sound OF wheels upon the drive. He
looked out OF his bedroom window.
II was moonlight, and he saw, much to
his astonishment, the family carrriage
standing under the trees.
The horses were paving restlessly,
the stabeman was talking TO them
now and then in an undertone. while
another male servant staggered into
sight with lage trunk which John
Grant recognized as his wards.
"Why, what does this meanP" he
asked himself, puzzled and alarmed,
and hurriedly dressing himself.
As he stepped into the wide hall he
saw the dim outline of a1shrinking
form, and heard repressed breathing.
"Is that you, Valeria?" he demand
ed, in an authoritative tone.
Yes" she answered, in dismay, her
voice scarcely louder than whisper.
John Grant struck match and lit
the chandelier. There stood his ward
equipped for travel, Aurried in her man
ner, her face expressing vexation and
chagrin.
This is strange proceeding John
Grant said, fixedly regarding her.
Goodness, you were not going to run
away with Mr.. Delisle9'
NO" she simply said, swift pallor
crossing her face.
Nor can you possibly be running
from him."
"No,' she said, with an appealing
gesture, one hand pressed against her
heart 81 am running away from N.Y.
self. | am running from you, John
Grant. That is the truth, however
much it humiliates me to say it"
She shranll closer to the wall. Her
lips were tightly drawn. Her hands
were clenched in spasm. There was
a movement in her throat like the
struggle of imprisoned words. A
CLEAN of intense yearning shone in her
eyes, and then the lids fell modestly
over them.
John Grant was dazcd He rubbed
his temples, as If to aid himself to
think with clearness The light that
hrQk" ACROSS his face wns like the play
OF light upon dusky cloud. He took
her hand and led her to one of the easy
chairs in the hall.
"Valeria,' y he chokingly said as no
stood over her, his gaunt frame trem-
bling, do your words admit Of more
than one interpretation"
For reply she buried her face in her
hands and burst into tears.
"Don't, dear" he gently said. at
distres5es me very much. Can it be
possible that have been so blind?
Valeria, have loved you for years
devotedly, passionatcly, wildly; was
afraid to tell you-afraid even to
have you suspect it. l supposed
the knowledge would have made
you miserable, you are so sympa-
thetic in you nature. The difference
in our years, your wealth, and all that,
sealed my lips. And now that l know
that my love is returned, my joy robs
my speech OF its lluency. l blurt out
Just what comes first to my mind. And
are you not fond Of Mr.. Dolisle?n
"Mr Delisle?" she repeated, be-
tween her sobs. Fond of him! Mr..
Grant, love you thousand times
more than do him! You never
would have known it only you-you--
drove me into admitting it,
He could not tell whether she was
laughing or crying. He smoothed her
hair, and impressed a kiss Of bctrothal
on her cheek
'I'll tell Amos to bring in your
trunk, he said.
Yes, please"
And I'll stay to manage Wilder
mar"
"And me- added Valeria, her face
suffused with bushes, her eyes radiant.
"les, my precious he said, "or no,
il you like that better - FranE II.
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