Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1889-07-06

speak TO MtgnOn. ana as June eyes lel on
why. it is Blythe Hartl knew she had
married. but did not know what had become
OF her. All everything is easy now.
The next day Mrs. Langdon's carriage
| dashed up to the Barrymore mansion. and a
| moment afterward Mrs. Langdon was an
| nuunCed.
| Mrs barrymore and Mignon were seated
| together in the drawing room. Mignon nest4
| led in a great chair before the CRATE. Mrs.
| Barrymore lying luxuriously ON low Turk
| lsh divan.
Mrs. Barrymore stood up with a very faint
| surprise in hor face. that changed to delight
as she recognized an almost forgotten
| friend.
Why, June, are you Mrs. Langdon? Three
| years in Europe have set me quite outside
| the pale OF all my old frienus. This is
| my dear friend. Mgnon Trevor. Little
| Mignon. you have often heard me speak .;
June Hcathert 0nf"
And Misnon. with q faint color In her
| checks, bowed quietly, but did not speak
| md relapsed into her reyerie gazing with
| dark. dreaming eyes into the flames.
How did it happcnt Gree alone knew.
| But after that these two were often to-
Eethcr.
Such n lovely morning. little Mignon
| You must come for II drive with me. Or.
1 shall be alone to-day: you must come
| and make the hours bright for me-
| And alth ough Mipnon felt u va quo dread
| and dislike. it was so intangible. and the
beautiful voice and face and manner SO en-
| chanting. that she could not resist. and felt
| AS AIMED OF her distrust and fears.
The days had flown swiftly. and they had
| been DAYS of rapture for Mignon: the gayety
| and life and hustle were quite new to her
| Every day Don was with her. morning and
| evening: he watched over her with jealous
| care and loving devotion that were IA marvel
| to himself. He took her for drives. and ac-
| companed her to the opera: he sent her
| rare flowers from his own green houses;
| he brought her his favorie books AMI
| music. and late in the evenings he fingered
| beside her. parting from her reluctantly.
and thinking OF her every moment he was
| away from her. He realized that this Jure,
| gentle. loving Girl was the one supreme love
| Of his lfe-hcr white hand could lead him
unscathed over every sin and temptation.
| her sweet. dark eyes draw him TO the utter
most ends OF the earth. He was proud OF
| her intellect and culture. he worshipsd her
| FOR her innocence and trust, and for the first
| time in his life the restless. cynical man Of
| the world was happy.
| June LangdOn was less than nothing to
| him. He had never been near her since
| that day. He had never even thought Of
| her.
| Bat to-day he heli an ivory sheet Of
| paper in his hand. with monogram en-
| hla2oned in violet and gold upon it. And
| Enc IN the elegant running hand he knew
| so we'll.
L am going away tomorrow. Come just
once more. for the sake OF the Old days.
when no other woman was dcarer than |.
| | am going to Paris to live. and may never
| see you again. JUNE.
And he went Reluctantly and distastc-
| fully-but he went. He was ushered into II
| dainty little boudoir. maize and poppy,
| musk scented and flower filled.
| ehe did not give him unaskcd kisses this
| time: she did rot even offer him her hand.
but threw herself down in great chair.
| with sad langnor that would have touched
any heart but his. They talked little in
| differently. anu then he arose to go.
| "Good-by. Mrs. Langdon. / hope you will
| enjoy Paris. and not quite forget all your
| oil friends"
But with low and exceeding bitter cry
She stood up
| Must we part like this? Oh. my God.
cannot bear it! Have you no mercy. no
| pity"
The tears streamed down her cheeks. and
she held out her hand implorngly.
| With the deepest pity and sympathy. he
| took her hand in his.
June, you VIII forget. Believe me, you
| will GorSes all this In n very little while.
| What good would my love do you now? Il
| could bring YOU nothing but sorrow. We
| must never meet again. hop"-l kn0ir vOu
vIll be very HAPPY yet Good-by. God be
with you. dear.
He bent down and touched the trembling
hands with his lips. feeling wretchedly
sorry fer this beautiful. undi5ciplined woman
| in her misery.
But she fang her arms about his throat.
| and chung to him i'll very abandonment Of
grief. sohbing historically. with low. sharp
| means that cut him to the heart.
| June. dear child, do not weep so. You
| will be ill., Il is torture to hear you"
| She laltercd and shivercd, and he pat his
| arms around her, and kissed her on the fair
! brow, once, twice.
! Her arms were about him. and the beau
tiiul. quivering. wet face pressed close
| against him.
A deep sigh started him. He lifted his
head. Standing in the door, palid a. a
| ghost, with frightened. wo!ul eyes and de-
| spar in every feature. stood Mignon.
| With LOUD exclamation, with rage and
| impotence ami disgust, he shook the ex
| Quisito form from his bosom and strobe
( across the loom.
Bat the portiere had fallen back into its
| place and Mi"non had vanished.
He called a servant and gave him mes
| sage FOR iss Trevor. but tne man returned
with word that she had Just gone out.
He let the house without another look AT
| the woman who had brought that espair-
| ing look into his sweet loves face. and
| rushed to Mrs. Barrymore's. But the r
| want. with no expression at all in his well
| trained and very expansive lace. in'oi med
| him that the ladies were not at home.
| Pcr.orce he WAS Obliged to wait until
night. and thin he ound himself once more
| at tie Barrymore mansion.
| MIS- barrymore received him coldly.
| MiGHon had gone ono: she would write TO
him rom there, probably.
lie waited two days. and then the little
| rosy missive reached him. He kissed 1t
| pa sionutely again and again before he
| oIeu"d il.
Il never wish to see you again. Ny one
| prayer now is that may forget you utterly.
| Gool-by for all time. MIGNoN.
| With a mad and bitter wrath he cursed
June Langdon-cursed her licrcely and cru
| clly-and then he started for Mignon's
| home. only to find it closed and deserted.
| And then despair overlook him. too.
| Everything, every one WAS repulslve TO
| him. lie went to California. and from ono
| end of the Pacific coast to the other. He
! specuated wildly. lie was insanelv rock
| less.
One Gay. six months a'tcr he mad first
gone through tho Golden Gate he saw a
notice in a paper that made June Langdon
a widow He tore the paper in two and
trampled upon it.
year went by. and then he grew calm.
| He would go home and seek MignOn. lie
| would make her believe in him; life was
not worth the living without her. For one
| touch OF her coo! hand. one glance of the
| calm, dark eyes. one smile Of the sweet.
wistful lips. he would barter wealth and
inme. and all the world had to ofrer-aye.
| II q itself!
He never paused after he had started,
| nor night nor day. until he had reached
| the Petty little rustic town that held his
pearl OF price, his snow-white lily. his dove
| OF peace.
And then a great fear fell uron him. I'M
| defined aud fOreboding. He wandered up
/ Ct n "a