The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-07-02

your own heart-false 10 your own deal
soul and the dignity of your woman
hood"
The girls beautiful face flushed.
You forget yourself, Mr.. ST. Clair she
said, cutting across her words, her voic,
strangely calm. think | would prefer
being alone.v
Forgetting myself with a bitter
laugh-"and so am dismissed My God
Isabelw
Miss Huntington" she said, very
coldly.
His face flushed.
" Pardon me for my rudeness and my
Madness" he said.
Then, without another word, he turned
and left her standing Understanding
there paler than he had been himself for
moment only, and then she sunk on
her knees, her hands outstretched.
"My pride has failed me vixen need
ed it most !" she cried. "Oh, Lindsay,
my love my love come back TO me-"
And he? Straight from the last hope
of a woman's love, blinded with pain and
passion, to the fnlfillment of dream
dream that had haunted him vaguely.
Three hours after his rejection by Isa-
bel Huntington, he knew his dream had
been a reality, that the miserly old un-
Gle, who had ignored him all his life,
diving, had made him his heir and mas
Ter Of Norwood Homestead, the state
liest mansion in the country where it
Stood
1t seemed to him every one heard the
story before he told it himself, and the
congratulations poured In on every side.
al will 90 away tomorrow just as in
tended" he said, with a faint smile, " for
my dream of life is Ger. Far away in
another land / will strive to forget
her.
All, kind heaven, while life lasted he
would never forget his passionate love-
dream and its bitter ending.
He almost laughed aloud at the cruel
mockery of fate, and yet, after all, it had
been kind to him in showing him Isabel
Huntington's heart as clearly as it had
done.
Tomorrow came-at least il had be-
come to-day TO Lindsay st. Clair, and he
stood on the spot where he had told his
love to Isabel Huntington. His heart was
filed with thoughts of her..
He had loved her so passing well, and
she had proved so unworthy, and then
even as her name was on his lips, he
came face to face with her under the shad-
ow of dropping trees.
My God was he mad or was he dream
ing?
The lovely eyes met his with passion
ate pleading, the sweet, red mouth was
quivering, red flush stained Ter checks
and then she pleadingly hell out her
hands.
heard you were going sway" she
said. "Oh, Lindsay, one night ofmisery
has awakened my soul to its Own veal
moss ewaLvuod n,y neart to q knowledge
of its own desire. Lindsay, if ask you,
will you stay?'
For a moment he looked at her in ST.
lence, a look of contempt sealing over
his face, and then laugh ofoitter mock
cry broke from his lips.
Lindsay st. Clair, the mater of Nor
wood and ali its revenues, is q different
man in Miss Huntington's eyes from the
penniless, presumptious foo that dared
to tell her his love late onlg yesterday
" Pardon me, Miss Huntington, but fear
l must 60" he said.
All over the beautiful fee swept a
crimson flush, but the proud clear eyes
met his with a fearless glance
He went to speak again, lat she stop
ped MIN with gesture, and turned
haughtily away.
She went straight to her n,ther.
Mother, did you hear 'anthing about
Lindsay St. Clair 2" she said
Mrs. Huntington smiled.
81 / heard he was richie man than
Vesey Delmarte. l would hve told you
last night, only you kept POUR room.
1t is not too late. You have OF accepted
Yesey Delmarte, Isabel ?"
=" Not too late? All, yes, to late :" the
girl said, and then she lay wife and un-
conscious at her mothers fee