Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1888-09-21

And therefore, II calnC to pass That that
very evening touching, and, on tho
whole, melancholy, little scene was en-.
acted near the smoke stack of the Kan.
CARGO.
Mr. Tombcy and Miss Augusta Smithcrs
were leaning together over the bulwarlis
and Watching the pho 1horcsccnt foam go
flashing past Nh TomDcy was nervous
and i'll at ease: Miss Smithcrs very much
at case, and rejecting that hcr COM
panions mustaches would very well be-
come villain in novel.
Mr.. Tomboy looked at the star spanglcd
sky. on which the Southern Cross hung
low, and he looked at the phosphoresccnt
sea; but froM neither did inspiration
come Inspiration is from within, and
not from without. at last, however, he
made gallant and desperate effort.
Miss Smithcrs," he said, in a voice
trembling with agitation.
Eyes, Mr. Tombcy," answered Augusta,
quietly; "what is it,
"Miss Smithcrs," he went on--"Miss
Augusta, | don't know what you will
think of me- but must tell you, | can't
keep it in any longer. love you.''
Augusta fairly jumped. MIR. Tombcy
had been Very even markedly, polite, and
she, not being II fool. had seen that no
admired her; but she had never expected
this, and the suddenness with which tho
shot was fired was somewhat bewildcring
"Why, Mr.. Tombey," she said, in
surprised voice. "you have only known
me for II little moro than fortnight"
II fell in love with you when had only
known you for an hour lie answered
with evident sincerity please listen to
me. know | am not worthy OF you, but
| do love you 50 very dearly, and would
make you good husband; indeed |
would. am well of, though, OF course,
that is nothing; and if you don't like New
Zealand | would give il up and 20 to 1.-Two
in England. Do you tllinl, that you can
take me? If You only knew how dearly
love you am sure you would
Augusta collected her wits as we'll as
she could. The man evidently did love
her; there was no doubling the sincerity
of his words, and she liked him. and lie
was gentleman. If she married him
there would be an end Of all her worries
and troubles, and she could rest content
eddy on his strong arm. Woman, even
gifted woman, is not made to fight the
world with her own hand, and he pros
poet had ailUrCWcnts. Bu5 while she
thought Eust8ce Nelson's honuy face rose
before her eyes and as it did so q faint
feeling of rcpulsion to the man who was
, pleading with her took form and color in
[ her breast. EUstacc Atccaon. of course,
was nothing to her. DO word or sign Of
affection had passed between them, and
the probability was that she would ncN er
set her eyes upon linn again. And yet
that face rose up between her and this
man who was pleading ut her side. Many
women, likely enough, have seen some
such vision from the past and have disrc-
garded it, only to find too late that that
which is thrust aside is not necessarily
. hidden; for alas those faces OF our de,
| parted yo-th have an uncanny trick OF
rising from the tomb OF orr forgctiulness,
But Augusta vas not OF the great order Oh
opport umsts. Eecanse thlng might %
convenient, 1t did not accoramg to Tx
dictates OF hcr moral sense 1cIlo" tha1 Ii
was Lawful. therefore, she was woman
l to re respected For woman Who' except
| under most exceptional circumstances
gives hCr Instincts me ne III "lN(r l'
, l'"ilucI ~ ivI 'o"N tii'tI'o " H-' ~
+ loI "e.'.H anu s'y'Hl 60, - H"' "i'o
3, ec,uor No'.I'H t. ne req &C., ..
III yer. 'e" Setollo9 Si'c la" iil"oe III
Her mint n,
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!, loHloJI' sHt S"lU' !oH 4inNc uoHo me
Z: }irt'V h"hor' llle -le'i'oSO mono II Il'.Il ca
" u' 10 u "oll'n' D,S o'.'.'g' ii''Ii o.
Ny re- lJC S",r !; 9l,', ''-', '.','I "a i
l'I ho.S' ~"
iiI8h' ~ 'ileiV ho mop ior me- CT
= h"i. ;I, tIleIe Is SuIicp1uy Gise' NJ. r.,..
mere Is NOBODY eist, M loliiiDey
- ana, l an sorII to say, you con KNOW
. no" HlV.cH IL p'-liIS H.o 10 Ply - c1ll'o
o holu OUT any prospect '1"V sllall chaiS
II my hlhu'
c ne urolpSu i-ls Acau upon MS llU'o' LOT
y minute ana tieh lii'eu II a8"iH'
II livery well, he said, slowly; 1T can
be helped. never loved any woman be
II fore, and | never snail again: 1t IS
3 pity with hard little iaugh-'tha
SO much first class affection should
L wasted But, there you are; 1t is AL par
9 and parcel OF the pleasant experience
10 which make up our lives. Good-Dy
+, Miss Smlthers; at least good-py as
~ frIend!
le 1--WE can still be friends, she ialtcred
~ 'Oh, no he answered, with anothe
laugh; that is an expanded notion
W Friendship Of that nature is not very SAT