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

Mn AID h sseusd = U noanr1 go w0o
sersclnn blind, for IN shs inncrencs q ~
hearf and hsr unhounded trust she ~ and
shouxhs Of nothing but devotion 70 hsfsen
q ths part ef her lovsr and hkaeiity - -
pars Of hsr friend
oh, you two may 60 and practice yoer
nev duet l must stay with dear goimother,
who has . heaiache." sail Doaorrs one even
he. Tie two went willingly enough, oos.
after singing few songs, Vivien said:
Singing Of mconht waters makes one ionG
for them; cannot 90 have . row before
Dolores comes DOWN. And they stepped
from the low window TO the Lawn, and went
down the elf path to the boat house They
rcued far up the bay, then drifted slowH
hack, listening TO the far-od sounds Of
guitar and the refrain Of love song in . rich
tenor voice The perfume Of late roses can,s
from the shore. and here was Vivien. with
her besuilinS eyes. talking in . sweet, low
voice:
you ask me why cannot be your friend,
and i, is cruel question Do you ask IL %
torture me. 1t is for this rsascu:
Eve are friends;
And here the music ends,"
And she covered her face with her hands -
Il with shame at her avowal Hilary hens
forward and gently took them away, saying:
But the music need not end there, Vivienl'
and with tender pleading be bent forward,
c!asping her TO his heart for q moment, rain
in kisss upon her hpA Then be resumed
the oars and destiny. watchful ever, guided
the boat closs 10 the shore, among the lily
paGA
Dolores left Mr4 Glentworth fast asleep.
and failing to find her friend and lover in
the house, went TO meet them Perhaps they
had gone for water lilies, so she went through
the garden, picking flowers Is she passed and
singing snatches of Spanish serenade Ths
moonlight fell caressinsly on her sweet, up
turned face, the night breezes softly waved
heSxiark hair and she went down the cliff
paths leaving behind her the scent of howsrs
and frag ments OF song
And there were the lilies folded and gleam-
Ing white on their emerald couchesl She took
q branch from a little tree 10 reach them
with, and stepped on . partially submerged
los She had secured q handful and was
reaching for more when the boat that was
slowly drifting down the bay passed by the
lily-blooming inlet; the moon shone full In
the faces Of the occupants, and Dolores saw
the heart-clasp and the kisses 1t dazed her
for moment; that hesrt-clasp had in it an
arrow that penetrated hers She attempted
10 retrace her footsteps, but, weak and b.
wildered, she slipped and the lily pads ~
ceived and held her. Some fishermen, rs-
turning late, saw her fall, FASTENED to the
rescue, and carried her up the same path by
which she came. The moon yet shone down
caressinsly, but on still white face and lips
whence all song had departed.
The drawing room was filled with hurry
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of lament; all attempts to resuscitate the in
animate form had been in vain. The hastily
summoned physicians were standing over her
when Hilary and Vivien came in, and on the
delicate carpet there were pools of water that
had drippei from her clothing and hair.
Vivien uttered a cry of horror; Hilary reeled
and would have fallen, but caught at chair
Tor support. Recovering his self possession.
be quest ioned the fishermen
"As near as | ken tell ye, sir, twas this
way: Me an my partner, comm 'ome late,
'apponcd along Jest as this ere innocent was
a rcachn fur flowers We was t'other side
o the inle an seed . white fgSer on the
log; an, just as she wur a re;phin', little
boat wi two in it came by, an she a lookin'
at that lost 'er foot old an fell We run to
get Ter out But she wur dead then, poor
lamb, Lord ha' mercy on 'er soul" and the
honest fisherman wiped his eyes
as there no life, no hofef Hilary asked
physician.
aThere is no life and no hope"
Hilary buried his face in his hand and
groancd aloud. Vivien came To his side,
claspcd her hands around his arm, and looked
at him heseechinsly, but he shook her of a.
ii she had been a viper and left the room.
The long night was spent in aSonized self
upbraidngs, and, when Mrs Glentworth
went to summon him in the morning, the
gay. debonair youth had chan1 ed to q sor-
rowfu remorse- stricken man.
Hours after passing from the room where
Dolores lay in woful state, and where he
had been pouring forth passionate prayer
for forgiveness over the still, pale form, he
found Vivicn crouching in the hall She APP
preached him with a carsssing gesture, but
he ilotione1 her away.
"And is all over between usln she asked.
@Woud to God there had been nothing be-
tween us. have been faithless, and my pun
ishmcnt is greater than can bear. Forget
that YOU have ever known me.
There was II peaceful nook where the dead
and gone Glcntworths were buried, and
Dolores was laid beside them. Destiny stood
grim and firm by the coffin lid, sobbing with
mock grief, and, having played out the play,
went 10 arrange other scenes and actorA-
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