The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-07-02
ISABEL'S PRIDE.
BY LIZZIE NJ. NuLHERx.


She is SO intensely proud. 1t is her one
great failing. You had better look out
for your heart, Lindsay, for have an
idea you would stake your all on the fa-
tai throw with you, love would mean
life or DEATH"
Lindsay St. Clair laughed lightly,
though his handsome face flushed under
its bronze.
" You need not fear for me, Edson," he
said. Il am not likely, even under the
spell of Miss Huntingtons beauty, to for
get am among the ineligibles. / am ra-
ther anxious to see her, however. Proud,
penniless, beautiful, and ambitious-yery
descriptive"
The friends turned bowlder Of rocks
at that moment, and then:
"Well, your wish viii be grati6ed, old
fellow, almost as soon as expressed Ed
son Martin said. "There is Isabel Hun
tington, now"
Looking toward one of the II cks that
jutted out into the sea, Lindsay St. Clair
saw, standing on it, girl in blue sailor
suit, slim, graceful sdgure, with the
waves almost tapping her feet, her face
turned seaward.
A few moments later it was turned to-
ward them, with a very faint, welcoming
smile, as Edison Martin bent over her
hand
This is my friend, Lindsay st. Clair,
Of whom you have heard me speak,
Miss Huntington allow me to intro
duce him Mr.. St. Clair-Mins Huut-
ington."
The girl bowed slightly, her eyes rest
ing for moment on his handsome, high
boned face-proud, sweet eyes that droop-
ed almost instantly at the passionate ad-
miration that, despite their owners
strongest effort, leaped into the dark ones
that met her own, as Linday st. Clair
took in the peerless beauty of her lovely
face, the lovely face that, Lindsay St.
Clair even then knew, for good or i'll,
would be the one fair face in all the
world to him he knew then, as well as
he knew after, that whatever it brought
him, he would love Isabel Huntington
with all the passion of his heart, all the
strength of his nature, the one passionate
love-dream he would know.
That was the beginning of passionate
love-dream, asummer idyl, madly, peril
ously sweet-for despite the warning of
some of the half-laughing, half-mocking
comments of others, he threw his whole
heart and soul into the mad hope of win
ming the love of Isabel Huntington.
He had position enough, for he was
well born and well bred, and wealth he
would win yet-for his beautiful love,
for his darling's sake.
And she did love him-he could not be
mistaken, else why should her fair face
flush at his coming-the dark eyes
droop beneath his passionate love CLAN
ces
More than once Isabel Huntington ask
ed herself the same question, and, stand
ing at the deep bay-window that over
looked the sea, one fair, bright day, her
heart answered her. She loved Lind
say st. Clair with every throb of her
heart
She had longed all her life for wealth
and position. Her life had been so mar
row and pitiful, with the efforts to keep
up appearances and make both ends
meet.
She had seen her mother grow faded
and gray, worn and weary, with the strug
gle that never seemed to end, and she
shrunk from such future with feeling
Of dread only those who have gone
through it can understand.
Then began the most bitter war wom-
an ever waged-war with her own heart,
war that grew more bitter as Vesey
Delmarte fingered by her side, fighting
the ground inch by inch with Lindsay
ST. Clair, and people smiled, prophesying
! how it would end, for yesey Delmarte
was little less than a millionaire, even
though he was man whom no one trus-
ted-a man from whose glances wise
mothers sternly guarded their innocent
daughters.
So the summer waned, June roses
bloomed and faded, and then, one even
ing in the cleaning, Lindsay st. Clair
put his fate to the test, and told Isabel
Huntington the story.of his love.
He saw the fair face pale and the vio-
let eyes droop, saw the little white hands
trembIe, and so took heart for favorable
answer.
Isabel. place every hope of life in
your hands, to make or 10 mar. love
you as man never loved woman before.
Darling, may hope ?'
A long silence, and then:
Sweetheart, answer me-" he said.
Isabel, may hope ~
Hope? II all died ont almost as the
words left his lips, and his handsome face
grew pale as death as the girl drew back
from him, her lovely face growing cold
and pale.
"Ia am sorry this has happened" she
said, slowly.
sSorry this has happened"
In the frenzy of the moment he grasp
ed her hand, his passionate, burning eyes
compelling her to meet their loving
glances.
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