Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-30
A GIRLS MISTAKE
By HRS. G. RIGG-WITuER.

 clingin2 in a last embrace. The evening sun had grandly set, it's last beautiful beams almost melting in the far stretched sea, which reflected ill it's deep water the ever changing tints. Even the dark. stc.n pine wood took a tender shade. ;ls one by one the exquisite coiors faded to be succeeded by others. It touched the girls face. so childish in expression. so dainty in coloring. light ing up with ruddy tinge the nut brown hair, the dark velvetv eyes. the fine sun tinted skin. the full pEant figure. In word. it threw into bold relief that charming little parsonage, Carmen Mas singbird. ,
 The boys face was handsome, sensi- cive. visionary. beautifully modelled, like some Greek Apollo, and his figure. though now loosely knit. gave promise in the years to come of a grand develop ment. His arm tenderly encircled the young girl. but his face was sad and wistful.
 "Oh, Carmen. think of mo when am gone: be true to mel"
 ''Be true to you! Oh. Allen, of course will. If l am to be your wife to-mor- ID" I4uSL oe, you h1lo". All "lVeS dIe true to their husbands"
 Mot all" he answered with superior wisdom. And then. dear. you are so beautiful, and 1 have nothing to shield you but my love, and alas! I shall be thousands of miles away"
 The girl, for want of a comforting an swer, leaned her head lovingly on his shoulder.
 "Is not this sunset perfect? I shall never forget it, our last, perhaps, for years. See, Carmen he continued dreamily, ''how those opal tints fade into the rosy ones, and then how they all melt ill the calm, beautiful sea. Oh, sweetheart, whenever you see such sunset think of this night; let it be sign betwixt thee and me-"
 Il shall always remember you, Allen, without the aid of sunset or sunrise. But. dear, do try and make this fortune as soon as you can; three years, four at the outside. Why? shall be quite old -21l And when you come back we will have the loveliest home imaginable. l quite know how everything ought to be. Now. never mind the sunset" as her boy lover fingered, his mobile face full of poetic feeling. for the beauties of nature to him were great reality. He loved the young girl at his side. who was as fresh and fair as spring morning. But he idealized her. She was not poetical, not yet at least: in fact she was-material
 Are you quite sure everything is ar ranged for tomorrow morning?' 'Everything," answered he, rousing himself. II have your wedding ring. and q keeper, which is my own design
 "Oh, do let me see it, Allen!'' "No, dear. Wait till tomorrow" She made a little grimace, but being sweet tempered, only gave her pretty shoulders little shrug. "Hark! There is the supper bell. must go. Do you know, sir, am supposed to be learning my recitation in the privacy of the grounds?
 "What is it. Garment" said he with ! interest.
 "Oh, piece from the Golden Le- 1 gend.' It begins:
 1 Onward and onward the highway runs To t!.e distant city, lnpatiently bearing 1 Tidings of human joy and disaster, 1 Of love and hate, of doing and daring" 1 "Ycs, 1 know" said Allen eagerly. Ut goes on:
 This life of ours is wild Eolian harp l Of many joyous strain,
 But under them all there 8 loud perpetua 1 vail
 | As of souls in pain
 ''That is just it, Carmen. feel the vail and the pain in my heart, fore boding cannot throw off, l Allen, dear! do for goodness sake try and be cheerful! You know tho poem says:
 1 "AIl through life there are wayside inns
 Where may refresh his soul with love. I shall always love you, dear"
 "Ah, Carmen, it is the parting dread the long separation. Shall I find 'tht rivulets fed by springs from above 1T the hemisphere I am going to? Who knows? You will write, dear, every mail; promise me-" And he looked into her very heart with his eyes so full O. boyish love. Think what it is to los, you. You are everything, remember, il this world to me. How I shall hunge for your letters"
 II will write, dear," and his sadnes affected her, for her eyes were full O tears. But, oh, Allen, how proud shall be when can let every one know that l am Mrs. Allen Fitzclare.' It. such pretty name! So much prettie than Carmen Massingbird."
 ''Ah, but your name suggests Span with all its romance; the 'Cid,' the Al hambra, the poets."
 Dear boy! Never mind the poets
 Let us think of ourselves. "Oh" sh exclaimed, "they have lighted up tn school room. You can just sec througl
 the trees," as the light shone out brigh
 and vivid in the gloaming. II must fl, or some of the girls will be out to loel 2 for me. or worse, the govcrnesses
 Good-by, dear, then-till tomorrow, . and putting her warm young lips to his l she kissed him lovingly, and swift
 passed through the pinewood out of hi
 sight.
 With heavy sigh he slowly made hi
 way down the zigzag pathway into tn town. whose lights were twinkling i the summer night. Certainly, he di not look like bridegroom elect. , Allen Fitzclare was an orphan, tn