Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-05-02

but all that naiRht ever be said OF love was
coaxing and pleading and throbbing In tho
word. A sweep of color ran over her neck
and face. and she seemed struoolinr to 70
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ssYon mnatn,t. won DON'T know. pm NOT
At. n might coat Won vour life y, sha nanted
drawing back.
ssIt's costing YOU yours, Trean % and his
hand was upon hers and both were tremb-
ling. Don't leave me, Treau You are good
and beautiful. Let me thank you here
where we are alone for YOUR kindness and
bravery. Let me give Won nv love. Treanl
DON'T throw Il from Won darling. don't mt
me awavp,
..She stood for a moment like one intox,-
Gated swavin0 mon his xvords her eve.
softly dilated. her bosom heavinp Suddenly
she leaned toward him with an Understandable
murmur of pleasure and ahmed down with
her cheek upon his hands where thew folded
over her own. and hung there. For an
instant he felt her tears running over his
hands and her lins lxissin0 them7 then sha
broke aUav and ran blindiv doyvnward into
the mist and was loci tn his sioht
For lone time he stood stiiI where ahe
had left him for the whole mountain seemed
tn b6at like a soft nnlse. the air seemed
sweet and the mist was but a halo about
him. Then. with deem breath. like one who
has drained n delicious cup. he turned and
went IN the mountain DAth much one
moves who is vouno and iocund and with
out disease.
After time he emerged from the mist
and stood alone upon the mountain side
with the white sea all below him, Then in
the silence and sunshine q loneliness that
was kind of doubt and fear came over
him. Might this not prove a symbol of tho
futurea Would she ever rise above the
mist-that heavy medium in which she had
ut last upon the heights? He turned about
and went downward into the mist. Nothing
but death should sunder them he said
Yet the blood felt sweet in his VEINS and
his step was light; single slow misgiving
could never overtalse and silence the many
happy currents that went singing in and out
his heart When he approached the house
the mist seemed to be lifting; a COOL under
wind had begun to fan 1t upward, and far
and near the bosom of the world came
heaving into view.
Trean was not visible Up in her poor
little chamber she was walking to and fro,
her cheeks carmine, her eyes shining. She
paused before her little mirror; her face
surely had blossomed! She pressed q hand
on either side of the radiant apparition and
leaning back upon her lissome waist gazed at
it moment in sheer delight. The vail of
detection had fallen from it; it was beautiful.
hair from her temples and pressed her
hands there as if she were dizzy with happi-
ness. Her heart throbbed as if it would
burst OH this was her first real hour Of
life! She turned about and broke into q
snatch of song which was well-nigh cry Of
gladness She fell upon her knees before
her bed and prayed that God would protect
him who had taken her soul In the sweet
snare of love, and even while she prayed
loo ~ hav 20
beating heart was happiness within her
solicitude.
Poor child of the mountains, the sorrow
and dross and dullness of something like
savagery had always smothered her spirit:
now they had rolled back from her like o
folding curtain, and a light, sweeter a thou
sand times than the sunshine of early spring,
the midsummer sparkle of half-shaded
streams, or the cool fire down-dropping from
the milky surge Of stars, burned meltingly
through all her being.
She rose up and made herself as fine as
her meager wardrobe would permit, and
stood a moment smiling at her image in the
glass: then, as from the thought that her
few poor trinkets would be as nothing to
him, laid them aside and clothed herself in
a simple dress of white muslin and went
down, looking like goddess Of the dawn.
Elchard was pacing to and fro along the
path before the porch, his head erect, his
cheeks touched with q tiny fame. When
she came out he was almost startled, so
much had gladness changed her. With q
Quick step he was bv her. sTrean p, but
she lifted her finger with a pretty sign of
warning, her face flushed with happiness,
and he only stood a moment by her side
holding her hand tightly where it hung be-
tween them, and looking where the broken
mist rolled up the mountains and caught
here and there on spur and pine in mighty
melting tufts until. far in heaven. at last It
formed in floating isles Of fleece
~ am going to meeting soon," she muir
INJURED. ssplease don't 90 with me.n
He looked at her. "Why, darline?" He
felt her tremble with that endearing name.
"It might not be safe!''
"What q religionp ' he exclaimed, with
sudden revuIslon.
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