Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1890-07-26
A SUMNER STUDY.

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Ma olensvcrfhS country houD -
enuihsriy casld tie -Cast,e' frNn ~ ahninr
0yv towers, turress and hatflemean- -
scss:Js Of Indosenrs,s Dolores Hartine1. hsP
lpvely gosdsushfsr, playfuly desi<natsd 10
vAen she pleaded guilty TO an undue amount
Il uarpin-s in the hammock And the cas&le
Vas never 50 delightful - Ms GlentvortA
. when flied with young people, especially
when she had IS guests lovers or th,se whom
shs trusted would become such Mistress OF
q large fortune, . childless widow, with only
Dolores, who was orphaned and lefs to her
guardianship, to caro- for. tho little Pa.
tr,s OF matchmaking was her ruin: pAe
sion She thought herself without u rival IN
h, and was fond Of pointing oct the couples
Who except for her would not have bsen -
happy; and all the tine destiny, who bad
mort TO do with il, smiled grimly as ths good
lndyis self -eoneeit.
Just now she had In mind to mate Hilary
Glentworth, her deceased husbands favorits
n-rhew, with Dolores 4 perfect contrast.
therefore q good match, she thought he.
tall, fair, and Observation-Disclosures; she, dainty
AID dark, betraying her half Spanish parent
age IN her creamy sSln and soft black eya
They all slept . great deal IT the castle
those hot summer days, and Hilary. who. A.
aving unexpectedly, walked o1t from the
city, wondered If hs bad reached the land
where i. was always afternoon, for there was
such q dead silence. IL was like . realm Of
eschantment And was that the prinossSi be
qneried, a he approached the house For
Dolores was fast asleep in the hammock under
the veranda Lifting his hat to the sleeping
beauty he entered the house unceremoniously.
Going TO the drawing room, where he ex-
pected to find his aunt, he found instead .
room darkened and VI occupied, and full OF
the pent-up sweetness OF many flowers Pass
Ing to the library, and finding that untenanted,
he returned to the veranda and tiptoed by
the sleeper And the sarnestnsss OF his look
made her conscious Of it She gave little
start and opened her eyes, but he vanished,
and she, only partially awakened, fell asleep
again
But sleep has it, duration, and Dolores
agakened and looked about her surprissdly
and expectantly, then flushed family as she
recalled her supposed dream Of a fair Saxon
face and tender blue eyes, and went to call
Mrs Glentworth, bending over her and
awakening her with q kiss, saying:
Dear godmother, your beauty sleep Is too
long; you will grow plain again Then there
b that ball at the Murrays' tonight, and my
costume not quite decided upon"
Destiny was at the ball that night to plot
and counterpart, to play with people as with
puppets, pairing and impairing. And, $50
Ing Dolores standing by Mira Glentworths
hds, dressed like French marquise Of oldan
times, with her powdered hair in delightful
contrast to her dark eyss-her skirt Of cream
solored silk brocadsd with crimson, Topped
over a quilted pstticoat with crimson roses,
sparkling jewels rising and falling with every
heart throb-she thought her q fitting toy,
and, looking about. spied Hilary entering the
room, and brought him to complete the
play.
His aunt greeted him with tho utmost sur
prise.
"Why, Hilary, l thought you on your
way from Germany. And is not this most
unkind to come here before coming homer
Dolores wondered where she had seen that
fair face and those tender eyes before; in her
dreams, surely; and her cheek flushed, and
abe was hurried away in Hilarys arms to the
delicious music of Strauss waltz, Destiny
keeping perfect time with her interchangeable
and memorable feet.
Hilary thought to teach Dolores German
that summer, but her soft Spanish speech
tipped among the gutturalS, and 30 he con.
tainted himself with stretching his lazy length
at her feet and telling her of German Gus
toms and scenery instead They most often
strolled TO Point Lookout, where there was a
fine lakeward view. and where they passed
the afternoons with books and conversation.
One day they had been keeping silence for q
long time-the silence born of perfect content
when Hilary exclaimed abruptly:
Dolores, is there a spell of witchcraft cast
over these grounds Listeni What do you
hearp
"Just the splashing Of the water at the foot
Of the cliffs and the cry Of the cicada; yes,
and the chirping Of the cricket, which sad
dens me-"
"Whyr
because it is premoniton Of decay; b.
cause it is reminder that these roses, now in
the perfection Of bloom, will soon drop their
petals; that these oaks will soon he purple and
russell, and then bare, and then-well, who
knows what theni" said Dolores with shud-
der. But Hilary hastily knelt at her side,
looking into her soft, dark eyes with passion
ate fervor.
Dolores said he reprovingly, and thenf
Surely, you forget that then you are to have
the sunshine Of my lsve Why, we are TO be
man and wife before the oaks are bare, and
will SO protect and cherish you, you will be
heve your pathway strewn with roses"
Dolores was silent for a moment; then,
looking shyly into the face she loved SO well,
said gravely:
"Iou mean these words now; but are you
quite, quite sure that you love me so stead
tasty that nothing can change you"
Il think SO But why are you in such q
doubling mood 1t is something in the at
mosphere, do believe; something that causes
you to doubt, and me to be idle and purpose
less. | almost feel as if | could not resist any
sort Of temptation il exposed to it. AS you
say, this is veritable castle of Incidence, and
you are the wicked wightr"
Al shall go to the house"
"Why, swesthearti And why do you look
% sorrowful''
81 ask you if you are sure you love me,
and you are not at all certain, but think
so.'r
In the library the next morning Hilary
was watching Dolores busy with some dainty
handicraft, and begged her TO lay it by
saving:
Come, Dolores, put aside that make he
ueve work, fold your hands so, lean your
head against the cbairback, look dreamy and
appreciatve while / read to you Sweetest
Eyes Were Ever Seem" But Mrs Glentworth
interrupted the reading, saying, See here,
children as she came into the room with nm
open letter in her hand, here is a letter from
Vivien Searles, announcing that she will be
here the GOTH and that is to-day
"Ahtr said Hilary indifferently gand So