Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-11-27

must see you Mr.. Vincent wrote to mi
on the train US he left here, and he tells mi
you know-the worst"
"Mr. Vincent has honored me with hi
confidence, dear lady, and I-saw Mr. Clarl
today
She looked up eagerly "What news hat
he from New York? Did he tell you
about Mr.. Rossiter, that Isl | knew per
fectly well what Mr.. Vincent's hopes am
expectations were in going"
"There was telegram. | fear that h
was disappointed in Mr.. Rossiter; but TIL
money was not needed up to the closing o
the board at ! o'clock"
~ am not disappointed. thank Goo
that the Rossiters refused him money. Il
will open his eyes to their real characters
father and son. would rather go ant
live in howell than be under obligations
to either of them" And now the tear
were raining down her cheeks.
'Do not grieye so, Mrs. Vincent" SAID
Lane. 81 cannot believe the danger is Sc
great. / have listened to the opinions o.
the strongest men ON Change this after
noon A break in this corner was pre-
dicted in New York at II this morning
and that is the universal opinion among
the best men now"
eyes, but it may be days away yet, and
Mr.. Vincent has confessed to me that his
whole fortune hangs by single hair-that
this wretched speculation has swallowed
everything-that rise of single penny
means beggary to us, for he can no longer
answer his brokers' calls.
THAT may have been so when he wrote;
but Mr. Clark seems to have had a little
better luck locally infer from what he
told me that they were safe for today and
could meet the raise Of that critical cent or
two; so that, despite the great loss they
have sustained, there is not the certainty
of ruin that so overwhelmed Mr. Vincent
on "Wednesday"
"You give me hope and courage" cried
the poor, anxious hearted woman, rs she
seized and pressed his hand. "And-and
you come to us in the midst of our troublesl
Mr.. Vincent was so touched by your writ
ing first to him: it brought back old days,
old times, old fashions, that he loved TO re-
call-days when he too, was young and
brave and full of hope and cheer
"And | have your good wishes, too Mrs.
Vincenty-e though am onlya soldier
and have so little TO offer her beyond-be
yondn--
Bat he could not finish. He had looked
into her face with such eager hope and de-
light when he began, yet broke down help
lessly when he tried to speak of his great
love for her sweet daughter
Il know what you would say" she an
swered with quick and ready sympathy. II
have seen how dear my child has been to
you almost from the very first. Indeed
do wish you happiness, Mr.. Lane; but Mr..
Vincent told you that-we once had other
views for Mabel. II is only fair and right
that you should know"
How could it have been otherwise, Mrs.
vincentf Is there any man quite worthy
Of herr Is there any station in life too
that your consent could have been so freely
given / do not dare hope that She can
possibly care for me-yet
II will not keep You longer, then, said
she, smiling through her tears. Il will see
you after while, perhaps. Mabel is in the
library. Now IN leave YOU"
With tumultuously throbbing heart, he
ioftly entered and quickly glanced around
The tiers Of almost priceless volumes, the
antique furniture the costly Persian rugs
md portieres, the pictures, bronzes, bric-a-
were valueless in his eager eyes
They sought one object alone, and fuand it
n a deep bay window across the room
There, leaning back ia a great easy reading
hair, with a magazine in her lap her fair
read pillowed on a silken cushion. reclined
he lady Of his heart, smiling a sweet vel
ONE to him, while the rosy color mounted
o her brows rs he came quickly forward
nd took her soft, white hand How he
vas trembling How his kind gray eyes
we're glowing! She could not meet them;
he had to look away She had begun
ONE pleasant little welcoming speech, some
lalf laughing allusion 10 the flowers, but
he stopped short IN the midst Of it, A knot
4 half faded roses-bis roses--nestled in
Ter bosom, contrasting with thepure white
f her dainty gown; and now those treas
red, envied flowers began TO rise and fall, |
$ though rocked on the pillows OF some |
lear lake stirred 10y a sadden breeze.
What he said he did not know; she |
ardly heard. though her ears drank in |
very word She only realized that both |
is hands were tightly clasping hers, and
hat. scurning 60 seek chair aud draw it |
0 her side-perhaps. too because he could |
Ot bear TO release even for an instant that /
leader l,tle hand-perhaps still more be- !
ause OF the old time chivalry IN his nature
hat had prompted him to ask parental |
lnction before telling her of his deep and |
ander love-Capt Lane had dropped on
ne knee close beside, and bending over
er, was pouring forth in broken, inco- |
erent words the old, old story of lovers
opes and fears and longings-the sweet |
ID song that, day after day, year after
ear, ay, though sung since Gods creation /
t the beautiful world we live ia, never,
ever can be heard Or sung except in rap
are. Even though she be cold to him as
-one, no true woman ever listened to the /
he Of a mans ti..e love withouta thrill at
cart
Once, only once, in the lifetime of men
Ike Lane-yes, and OF men not half his
GERS in depth of character, in intensity of |
comes a moment like this,
nd, whether it be in the glow and fei.vor
nd enthusiasm of youth or the intensity
nd strength of maturer years, it is the
imax OF lifetime; it is the date from
-hich all others, all scenes, trials. tri-
mphs, take their due apportionment; it is
ne memory Of all others that fingers to
ne very last, when all, all but this are
anished from the dying brain. Rome, in