The Irish standard., 1889-09-21

;ance,s hid lt8Way, WILL 0GAS,k ttlAlAn8
Of value, including We
slowed them al away recess y behind
the book shelves ID the library king tlle
midnight hour for our lyorl aRsupert0
4 lshe never calls him fathe 8ssshad forgot
1 ten, u think, the istence ct the secret cup
Board !; and as liz was closed by g sliding
$snanel. scarcely visible when olosed, do not
doubt but that they were found Just asI put
them away. IL hope 30 az least. q she ended,
with sigh. Hs
The pleasant, cheerful look comes into!
her face once more, and she stoops and abb
sently gathers d dozen violets at;her feet.
There is something more she wishes TO tell ll
me, so ! wait 3E
This is the last Of May 20 she speaks, in
terrogatively, and answer s.: So Yes, the very
last days Of the sprin g 3. q };i 4.
rs A crimson flush sweeps up over cheek
and brow, and s.Allan is coming, I" she CON
fesses, sWeetly. fiji SS 0 III 85583 ss n n 555
..Oh!n Ipretend to be surprised, happily.
so; but j was certain he would come long
before this disclosure.
But it does my soul good to see the
happy love-light ia her beautiful eyes and
to hear her con fessiCn, SOL reach Overland
press q kiss of con graduation on her rose
flushed cheek, and say:'sI am so glad for.
you, Miriam, and for Allan, too N ss !
81 was sure you would be,'' replies Miri-
am, looking at me wistfully, qnestioningly.
.sWhat is it2,'Ia ask, intnitively knowing she
desires to ask me something from which,
for some reason, she shrinks.
ssDo you suppose Arthur would carer
The question came scarcely above whls-
per, and her face takes on a look Of fright
ened, painful inquiry. &
NO. I answ er, decisively, and give her
"a look of incredulity. i can scarcely believe,
nv ears. .sWould Arthur care? No,
Miriam, he would not; so rest contented.
selfish as that?' ask. 3 1 s
She answers by negative shake Of her
head, which brings one long, glossy curl
down over her heaving bosom, but she does
not speak. Evidently have alluded to the
dead too abruptly. Well, / have never I'M
derstood the strange, beautiful woman be-
fore me thoroughly, and what might please
anybody else would, likely as not, fall dis
astrousy across her thoughts.
.s.You shall be married here at the cot
tage,' I say, making a bold attempt at
turning her mind from the mournful past
to the future with it's promising outlook.
ssMy poor little cottage has never known q
marriage, Il birth or a death,'' / add, plead.
ingly looking straight|at her for the answer
s.Your dear little home has been very
lucky, tllen," she replies, with a far-away,
sad look.
/ am almost out of patience with her.
Why must she dwell forever on the dolefui
past? But she speaks.
.sYes, should like to be married here"
she says. II WAS married once in church,
and she shlvered as if the memory of it
chilled her very soul, ssand never want to
have the ceremony repeated there"
She faste,ls the violets in her fchu OF
creamy lace, and gathering up the letters.
goes III.
.sAslan is conl,ng,''' l repeat to the rose
;uds; ALLAN is coming when you bloom;
md the breeze, sweeping up from the sea.
ighs throu.;, thS. trees: 8 Yes, yes, yesv'
ALLAN is bringing "a friend with him
Ii:i;an, nestles down beside me on the sofa
ster and whispers this bit Of news in my
atenJive ear. l4a 4
t. But ! can not imagine who it can be-
& 9 ACIDS, i'll q puzzled tone.
- irienl.' and w, ponder until we give
Il ,it.s; >. if of even linking of one likely
f* ~, hi,o. ard t,1rn to discussing
the preparations necessary for the happy
event of her wedding. }s
Now that she has spoken to me and
know that they are to be united, Miriam is
not reticent about speak ng Of the affair
at all. She talks freely of her coming mar.
riage, and in short time our plans ara
laid to make it a happy, enjoyable event;
and in our devotion to the details Of the
future festivities we forget that friend"
over whose name we puzzled our brains so
much at first.
, But we are again put in mind Of it in .
day or two by Allan's writing q hurried
letter from New York saying that ''his
friend, having business in the city Of New
York. they had sailed for that port, and as
soon as possible they would be at Bay View.
In two or three days from date we might
look for them
HE had forgotten" he thought, ito men
tion the friends name in his last letter;
would Just say now that it was an old gem
tleman who resided near the little church
of All Saints near Hastings, by the name Of
Earle Fairfax " # 5s
Miriam uttered cry when she read this
name; whether it was one Of delight or sur
prise or both, Inever knew. She threw up
her hand, and, staggering forward, threw