The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-08-08

new impetus.
All. Richard. Art is long and life
is llreting" We have no time To he great
OF To foster grand thoughts. Why. even
you and might be silly enough to fall
in love with each other, bat it wouldn't
do. would il? ono, it would he ridicu-
louS-mad. The very last thing on
earth!'
peatc;,, quietly. They We're not looking
at each other now, yet they were both
strangely pale.
The very last she said, recovering
herself after Il moment; then abruptly:
Richard, want to tell you some
little things-coniidential, you know,
strictly confidential.
Yes" he said, vlcantly.
Richard. this is midsummer; but l
suppose you know people wear tlanncls
in winter-time-ladieS do"
Her seeming irrelevancy might other
times have startled him: now he only
sighed in4uirlngly,
"Well, last wintcr-you remember
how cold it was-how many llannels do
you suppose mother and had apiece?'
Three, perhaps he vCntured, ,weari-
NO. indeed: we had three between
us. This kept us washing ono twice
week, which was tireSome, beside wear
ing out the garments. Fancy having
one such article of clothing and taking
it off at bedtime to wash it that it may
dry by morning. Isn't the thought
abominablep''
Thn Long, rmivorins hreath th"t no
drew smOte her painfully, aS she telt
that, through her, his heart must ache
n long time, perhaps forever.
She could not look at him. lie rose
without speaking. Perhaps he could
not trust his voice.
"You are not going, Dick? But per-
hapS you haven't been to supper.
Il don't know" he faltered. Il must
go and finish some work. Ill hope
you will not do anything hastily. Rob
ertine, remember-remember am your
friend-always." Then he went out
and away.
Mrs. Ferris slid the doors ajar and en-
tered
Gone at LAST" she asked, glancing
through the window at the tall form
crossing the street with slow, dispirited
gait. If he doesn't look common"
Robertine had gone to the piano.
Mother" she said impaticntly. IF
Mai. Drumm"na proposes again you'd
better marry him. He's uncommon
enough to suit especially his tenn
per.
She could have 5obhcd aloud, she 50
hated herself She fancied Richard
ascending to his poor luCm across tho
way-hiS gray. cherries. pathetic room
and sitting down unCumfOrted anont
his manuscripts. She could see his pale
face, his sad, brown eyes. She hated
herself. and her mother. and Wilfrcd
Wales, and all the cruel, bitter world,
She tried Il strain of McndelSSOhn j
music to SoOthc and strengthen her, and
CnnEa = /,
The piano rent is due tomorrow
Robertine. Don't let me iorget:they are
very eXacting."
Robertine changed to fierce opera
melodies. and Immediately Mr.. Wilfrei
Wales arrived. Mrs. Ferris had made
her escape and closed the folding doors.
Il was thinking of you," said Rob
ertine Swcetly. and speaking the truth.
"Of me? Is that So? Then I'm glad. "
lie pressed her hand with all Il lover s
fOndneSs.
Nor was he really 50 objectionablc-a
well-built man with a prepoSScss!ng
| countenance and a frank, easy speech
| lie never romanced, nor paused fol
| eXactness, nor unfoldcd quaint dis
coverieS, nor INDUCED in ben tTorutc
! pOesy, as poor Dick Ethel was wont.
He was a cheerful caller and otter
made her laugh; still there were times
when she could as we'll have yawned
| (Poor Dick Ethel might have talked al
| night and never wearied herr
stake the rocking chair" "she begged
| land l will sit right here on the sofa
| We can both see the street and feel the
breeze"
| Thanks" said Mr.. Wales, twinkling
his great third-iingcr diamond by care
| less motions OF the hand.
II say, what do you think? am go
| iDp fo rhonra hotels ~
"Indeed? Why thought YOU liked
your place so much:"
Il did, until this morning. Never
was more surprised in my life. What
| do you suppose | found in my colfee!'
| \ fly" the young lady suggested.
| Not exactly"
"Then a roach?'
"Oh, no; dear me, not so bad. lht il
| vas shred "f something r"Senl' nl
| cottOn..'
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