Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1888-06-01

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"He is fond of literature and mu-
sic,n said Mrs. Granger. "He must
have some one to brighten the
weary hours. l like your face it
is true and sympathetic. What is
your name"
"DillOn-May Dillon"
"Then, Miss Dillon, l think we
shall be friends. Will you come
and see my son N
The large and sumptuous apart
ment where Trevor Granger sat
was flooded with the early spring |
sunshine. 1t lit up the rich fur
nishings and touched like benz.
son the handsome, blonde head Of
Grangewood's afflicted heir.
He heard the door open, and turn
ed his grave face toward the wo-
men who entered.
"Trevon, haye engaged com.
panou for you," said Mrs. Granger.
"She is here with me-Miss Dillon"
She girl stepped forward and laid
her cold fingers IN the extended |
hand.
What was it in the touch that
made him start slightly and lean
nearer 7
She spoke, and again that strange
look came into the mans face.
"Miss Dillon Is welcome to Grange
wood" he said, earnestly.
From that hour Trevor Grang.
er's life grew brighter. May Dill
Ion was indeed pleasant compan.
ion. She talked and read to him OF
his favorite authors, she sang the
sweet ballads he loved best, she &C.
companied him on his strolls and
rides, she seemed to know lnstinc-
lively how to please him.
The spring ripened into glorious
summer and Trevor Granger was
changed man so much happier
and reconcied to his fate. But at
times a strange depression fell upon
him.
"Mlss Dillon do you know why
was attracted to you the first time
we met ~ he asked, one day when
they had gone out for a stroll and
he lay on mossy bank at her feet.
She had been reading from Mere
dith, and now her fingers closed on
the gilded volume.
81 cannot tell-were you 7" she
said, in low tones.
eyes, it was because you brought
to mind one / had known ere-ere
l lost my sight. You remind me
of her in a hundred different ways,
your voice, your touch, your laugh,
your songs"
"Is she dead 7" asked the girl.
"No, think not, but'-wlth a
sigh-"I have not heard of her for
many months. Miss Dillon, do
you understand me when l say it
was my affliction that separated
us 2"
"Oh, she surely did not forsake
you because you-you
"Alas no, true heart 1 forsook
her, l would not let this thing be
a blight on her young life. 1 would
not let her sacrifice herself"
May Dillon was silent, but her
face alternately paled and flushed.
"And l am like her 2" she said,
at last.
ayes, you bring me near her
very near," Trevor answered.
''Tell me, are you dark or light !
You may resemb.e her in appear
ance. You are not tall I"
"No."
"And your eyes 7"
"They are a nondescript COLOR"
said Miss Dillon, with low laugh,
though there were lines of pain on
her face.
"Your harris it wavy and a
beautiful auburn 7" asked Trevon,
eagerly.
at is dark, said the girl. 81 am
sorry ] do not look like her
May know her namep
"Alth,sa-Althea Gives" said
the man, with sad cadence in his
tones.
Whoever this girl was, the name
was familiar to her. Perhaps she
knew something of the romance
between Althea Olives and the
heir of Grangewood, She had
asked him this name merely that
she might hear his voic utter it.
~ had pictured you like her."
SAID TrevOn, disappOinte, lily. "But
you are not. Still, your tones are
hers. / am glad you came to
GrangewOod. Will you read on,
Miss Dillon /"
He never spoke to her gain Of
Althea Gives, the girl he loved
and lost.
Three weeks after this cOnv ersa-
ton, news came of a rising st. or in
the medical armament. A yo ung
London oculist was accomplish ing
wonders, and his fame spread "h'kt
mighty-rushing fame"