Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-09-12

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Then Janet came in like a human
flower, and introductions were received
and she forthwith turned her coolest
shoulder upon Royal Sanford and gave
her smiles and her gay remarks and her
whole attention to ValroY Glynn, whose
calm, dark face lighted and grew soft
many times ere the rather prolonged
call was over, and the two young men
took their leave, haying arranged for a
meeting on the morrow.
He's lovely" said Janet, in soft lit.
tie voice. when the two girls stood alone
on the veranda, watching the evening
shadows gather and fall.
Isn't he handsome asked Jessie,
in the same low tone. I never saw
such expressive eyes in my life. !
knew as soon as I had spoken to him
that you would like him-you could not
help it,
But l thought you preferred Mr..
Sandford.'
of course did, of whom else have
we been speaking?'
4 was speaking Of Mr.. Glynn.'
oh, were you?'
And they laughed, as girls laugh who
have seen buds blow but seventeen times
but they colored a little as we'll, and a
silence which was unusual fell between
them, as they stood hand in hand IN
the sunset.
What days they were that followed
If four people ever left the world and
ITS cares behind them and basked in the
glory OF paradise, those four could be
found in that out-of- the-way country
place, where every hour was shod with
light, and every day dropped from them
softly, as gently as the leaves drop from
the rose when it Is oyerblown.
A month had gone since that day
when Jessie and Janet had exchanged
identities, aud now, when they We're
happlest, Mrs. Vane had written that
she would be with them on the morrow
and they knew that before the morrow
an explanation must be made.
I do not care, Roy Sandford is faith
oms deep in love with Jessie, and he
cannot ask me 10 marry HIM now tho't
Janet, as she strol!ed IN the orchard
with Valroy Glynn, and wondered how
she would tell him the hateful story
that must be told at once and by her
lest ne should not perfectly understand
it.
I must tell you Something she said
huriilly. please do not say Il word
until I have finished.
Not word he answered, prisonlne
the soft little fingers on his arm in his
and looking down on her as each man
looks but once on any woman.
So she told her story, much rs she had
told it to her cousin, aud when she had
told all, the fingers on her own were
hot and shaken.
You say you hate Roy Sandford my
dearest-do you hate me? ?
She gave brief but eloquent up
ward glance.
You know do not
Then never say that you hate Roy
SandEord, for-I am he. Nay, dear, dc
not look so indignant, it was done on
the impulse of the moment of Valroy
When your cousin called him by name
he knowing all, caught at the joke, aud
it has been kept up since. To night he
is to tell her all about it, and something
more, my Janet, he will say to her
what l haye so long wished to say to
you, but could not until now that l
know how true a prophet father was,
when he said that some day his son.
happiness would be in your hands,
Dear. love you, do you care at all for
me?'
Did she care? The tremulous glad
ness in her eyes, the shy, sweet curving
of her lips, the nesting of her hands in
his, all told their tale, and when, an
hour later, they met Jessie and her low
er. doubt if this whole world held lour
beings happier than they.
A woman passed another on the street