The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-07-03
A GIRLS MISTAKE
By MRS q. BIGG-wITHER


sun had grandly set its last beautiful
beams almost melting IN the far stretched
sea, which reflected In its deep water
the ever changing tintS
Even the dark. stern pine wood took q
tender shade, as one by one the exquisite
colors faded TO be succeeded BY others.
1t touched the girls face, 90 childish In
expression, 90 dainty In coloring, light
ing up with ruddy tinge tho nut brown
hair, the dark velvety eyes, the fine sun
tinted skin. the full plant figure. In a
word, II threw into bold relief that
charming little parsonage. Carmen Mas
slngblrd.
The boys face was handsome, Sensi'
tive, visionary, beautifully modelled. Like
some Greek Apollo, and his figure,
though now loosely knit, gave promise
In the years to come Of q grand develop,
ment. His arm tenderly encircled the
young girl, but his face was sad and
wiStful.
"oh, Carmen, think Of me when an
gone; be true to meI"
"Be true to you'll Oh, Allen, Of course
will II l am to be your wife to-mor.
row l must be, you know. All wives are
true to their husbands"
mot all, he answered with superior
wisdom. "And then. dear, you are 90
beautiful, and l have nothing to shield
you but my love, and alasl I shall be
thousands Of miles away"
The girl, for want Of comforting an.
swer, leaned her head lovingly on his
shoulder.
SIS not this sunset perfect I shall
never forget Il, our last, perhaps, for
years. Sec, Carmen" no continued
dreamily, "how those opal tints fade into
the rosy ones, and then how they all
melt In the calm, beautiful sea. Oh,
sweetheart, whenever you see such O
sunset think Of this night; let Il be sign
betwixt thee and me-"
II shall always remember you, Allen,
without the aid Of sunset or sunrise.
But, dear, do try and make this fortune
as soon as you can; three years, four at
the outside. WhyI shall be quite old
-21i And when you come back we will
have the loveliest home imaginable. ]
quite know how everything ought to be.
Now, never mind the sunset" )" as her boy
lover fingered, his mobile face full Of
poetic feeling, for the beauties Of nature
to him were great reality. He loved the
young girl at his side, who was as fresh
and fair as spring morning. But he
idealized her. She was not poetical, not
yet at least; in fact she was-material.
"Are you quite sure everything il ar.
ranged for tomorrow morning.
Everything" answered he, rousing
himself. 81 have your wedding ring,
and a keeper, which Is my own design"
"0h, do let me see It, Allen!"
"No, dear. Wait till tomorrow"
She made little grimace, but being
sweet tempered, only gave her pretty
shoulders little shrug. "Harki There
Is the supper SclL must go. Do you
know, sir, am supposed to be learning
my recitation in the privacy Of the
groundSr"
"What is IL, CarmenY' said hs with
interest.
"oh, a piece from tho Golden Le
gend.' II begins:
Coward and onward the highway runs
10 the distant city, impatlently bearing
Tidlnp Of human Joy and disaster,
otl0VO and hatA Of doing and daring"
"Yes, know" said Allen eagerly.
at goes on;
This Life Of ours b q wild EolIan harp
OF many Joyous strain,
But under them all there runs loud perpetua
Wan
ASof souls In pain
THAT Is Just 1t, Carmen. Ifeel ths
wall and the pain in my heart, . fore
boding I cannot throw off,"
"Allen, dear! do for goodness sake
try and be cheerful! You know tht
poem says;
~An through life there are wayslde inns
Where man may refresh his soul with love
l shall always love you, dear"
"Ah, Carmen, Il IL the parting dread
the long separation. Shall / llnd 'tht
rivulets fed BY springs from above d
the hemisphere l am going tor whc
knows1 You will write, dear, ever
mail; promise me-" And he looked int
her very heart with his eyes 90 full oi
boyish love "Think what Il b to lose
you. You are everything, remember, IN
this world to me. How I shall hungeu
for your letters.~
II will write, dear" and his sadness
affected her. for her eyes were full oI
tears "But, oh, Allen, how proud
shall be when I can let every one know
that I am 'MrA Allen Fitzclare.' tt
such pretty namei So much prettieE
than Carmen Massingbird.
"Ah, but your name suggests Spain
with all its romance; tho 'Cid,' the Al.
hambra, the poets"
Dear boyi Never mind the poets.
Let Us think Of ourselves. "ohF' she
exclaimed, they have lighted up tho
school room You can Just see through
the trees" a. the light shons out bright
and vivid in the cleaning. "I must fly
or some Of the girls will b out to look
for me, or worse, the governesses.
Good-by, dear. then-till tomorrow"
and putting her warm young lips to his,
she kissed him lovingly, and swiftly
passed through the pinewood out Of hiS
sight
With heavy sigh he slowly made hia
way down the Eigzag pathway into the
town, whose lights were twinkling In
the summer night Certainly, he did
not look like bridegroom-elect.
Allen Fitzclare was an orphan, the
last Of his n 90; q race that had In the
yeaES gone BY been powerful and rich.
Now they were absolutely unknown. A
distant relative. recently deceased, had
left him c5Oo. And with this majestic
fortune he intended to go to the colonies
and make Il bring forth hundred fold.