New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-10-06
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" Just wait little longer, only very little
longer, Miss Levison. The night is beautiful,
and the band is going to play all my favorite
airs. Let her stay a few more minutes, Mrs.
Wilson, and I promise you / will bring her back
quite safely, and we shall be home not so many
minutes after you"
Major Brwn SPOKE imploringlv.
1t was lovely night, still and warm, and the
gardens were brilliantly lighted up by innumer-
able Chinese lanterns twisting serTent-liJe round
the trees and stretching far away down the long,
winding paths. They had all been sitting quietly
and happily the Terrace Major Brown relating
TO them stirring tales of Indign adventure, when
Roger had suddenly risen, declaring himself tired
and chilly, and proposing an immediate return TO
their rooms. Obedent as usual TO his every
caprice Mrs Wilson and Sara had prepared Ia
acquicsce, when Major Brown found himself
peevish will. He carried his point and had the
satisfaction of watching Roger walk gloomily
away with his mother. leaving himself and sara
alone At that moment he realized that he had
never before been quite alone with Sara.
shall we not 90 and sit under the trees? We
should hear the music better there" he suggested
genteness in his, tone that converse with the
girl alone developed.
She consented, and the two left the terrace.
IL was darker here and there were not many
reople The bend was playing some low soft
melody which did not demand entire attention
but seemed pleasingy 10 connect their framen airy
talk They were both inclined 10 be silent. Sara
sat very grave and still. her dark hair the only
relief in the general whtenesS of her face and
| figure.
murinp accompaniment of minor Instruments end
tbe first violin took up the air. Clear and linger.
ing tbc notes hung on the quiet air. The Majors
heart beat higher ard faster and his breath came
| ouicJlv. Then mournfuly and walinglv the
violins sighed out the refrain, echoed in softesi
murmur by the whole orchestra: &" o! wenn G.
! doch INNER SO hliebc.
II was over and Major Brown turned abrnptIy
IN sara His eyes were bright and his facr was
| slightly flushed. He had forgotten everything
! but that they were alone together, that the mo-
ments were flying that the time would not re.
. Il is the song I first heard you sng.p h,
wbjspe red breathleSsly.
! She turned to him with n little pleased sur
prise And you have remembered it pr she
! questioned.
| il has never left me since that day. II has runo
in nv ears day and night, and when | bavs
so beautiful and so mysterious, with all that
nassion in your voice, and that stiffness ON voul
| face." -
frightened look in the gray eyes into which he wn,
nov Gazing as ne leaned toward her. Put sbt
conld not stop him. II wa too late. All m,
| love that he had silently cherished for so Ions
in his heart was now visible on his face and
sounded in his quivering voice. He could M
longer master himself, and be would not notice hel
| But must, Sara. Don't you see that Low,
you-that ! have loved you ever since | first saw
| Won? Mono interpreting her flint distress fu
| gesture: know that thcrc is hope for mo
but must speak and tell you. | cannot helm II
any longer. You will say IL is my own fault
] that knew all along that you were promised Il