Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-10-17

SWCreu with quick ana rCHuY sympathy. Il |
have seen how dear my child hos been to |
YOU almost from the very first. Indeed | |
do wish you happiness, MIR. Lane; but Mr.. |
Vincent told you that--we once had other |
views for Mabel. 1t is only FAIR and right |
chat you should know"
How could IL have been otherwise, Mrs. |
NinceutH Is there any man quite worthy |
Il hor3 Is there any station In life too |
4iuh for one like herr ! never dared hope |
that your consent could have been so freely |
given / do not dare hope that she can
possibly care for me--yet."
Il viii not keep you longer, then" said |
| .hc smiling through her tears. 81 will see
| you utter a while, perhaps. Mabel is in the
| library. Now III leave you"
With tumuituously throbbing heart, he
olty entered and quickly glanced around.
! rho tiers Of almost priceless volumes, the
antique furniture, the costly Persian rugs
! and portieres, the pictures. bronzes bric-a-
| biac--au We're valueess in his eaEer eyes.
| Ihcy sought one object alone, and found il
| i'm deep bay window across the room.
| There. leaning back in great easy reading
/ chair, with "a magazine in her lap, her fair
| heHd p.llOwed on silken cushion, reclined
| the lady Of his heart, smiling g sweet vel
come to him. while the rosy color mounted
10 her brows az no came quickly forward
and took her soft, white hand. How he
was tremblingl How bis kind gray eyes
were glowing She could not meet them
| she he'd TO look away. She had begun
some pleasant little welcoming speech, some
half laughing allusiou to the flowers, but
she stopped short in the midst of it. A knot
Of half faded roses-his roses-nestled in
her bosom, contrasting with the pure white
OF her dainty gown; and now those treas
urod, cnyied flowers began 10 rise and fall
as though rocked on the pillows of some
clear lake stirred by a sudden breeze.
What he said he did not know; she
hardly heard, though her ears drank in
every word. She only realized that both
bis hands were tightly clasping hers, and
thut 5curuing Ia seek a chair and draw il
to her side perhaps, too, because he gould
not bear torelease even for an instant that
slender little hand-perhaps still more be-
cause OF the old time chivalry in his nature
that had prompted him to ask parental
sanction before telling her Of his deep and
tender love-Capt Lane had dropped on
one knee close beside, and, bending over
her, was pouring forth in broken, inco-
terent words the old, old story Of a lovers
homes and fears and lonRings-the sweet
| old song thHt, day after day, year after
year, ay, though sung since Gods erection
If the beautiful world we live in, never,
never can be heard or sung except in rap
turc Even though she be cold to him as
no 'i.', " 0''.'''
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s4nishrc from the diving brain. Rome, in
e lar pride Of place. made the building of
r l.l cqDit3l Tie. climax Of mundane histo-
+ .,. everything I'm her calendar was "aute
I,.bp,n condition." or the reverse. The old
5 world measured from the flood the new
e ,yorlL-olr ,.orlI-measarcs from tl1
birth Of him who died upon the cross; and
{ the Hyctiu. Of the man who has once deep
p and d.yotellv loved has foundits climax
. IN nix, thrilling moment of the avowal.
T. "IIavc YOU no word to say to me, Mabel.
@ not one word of hopc:-not one" he
9 pleaded.
Y ,ri.,.-, .r.. tu,ro1 l,or lovely face lool,ino
h Ne .,.,, ,',.l thrn,,,,I mist nf teara
. ~ 10 III. van, 3, sho n,urn,firad. 81 Il,
ii horo,. Won So can't Lame. but tIat j. not
IA ,,Lst ,.o,, dss,r,. Tbereis no one. heIiey,
ri,.,, : g., r.,,o,,i and e.t.nn,. INIT
H., rot I-,,o,y--t ann mott certain Of myself,
7 ,'i.t me t,v ia win your love. Mabel
- civn' ma mat lint ripi,I Indaed-indeed
. L,,e ,,nt Ior.I tn hn1r that 50 soon | coul,
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