The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1891-10-30

linen IHlllp remarked. Il am a1ralu j
worried you very much at st. Martin $;
] hope you have forgiven mel think |
have profited somewhat from the best
of all neutrality-suspicious."
Yes, | think you have changed"
| More chit-chat He becomes very
friendly, and confides his hopes and
ambitions, then relates several Incl
dents of his college life. And there
is something else he says at last, Il
have not told you ahout-Miss Deerng.
She is Il delightful girl knew while at
coliegc-hcr beauty is her smallest at
! traction"
"Yes, have heard Of your devotion
to her; when shall | expect your we'd
ding cards?'
"Oh, it has not come to that yet"
and dreamy look comes into his eyes.
Il think you are very tickle" she
says with snap and then would have
given worlds to take it back.
He replies lightly. A pause-"Miss
Helen. ! have a great favor to ask of
you; there is going to be nice private
german Thursday and l want your
company: may | have it?"
''No you can't. l hate germans"
"But as special favor to me?"
81 am not aware that you have any
right to special favors from me-" and
she turned as cold as ice. Seeing
which he took his leave, with puz-
zled, speculative look in his eyes which
suggests as his thought: "Variumet
mutabile semper, femina,' The best
translation of which | think is "a
thing capricious and chaugeable al
ways, woman is" and which is a re-
mark that, joined with even earlier
Testimony, shows that woman. change
able in all else. has never changed in
being changeable.
Helen rushed Immediately to her
mothers room, fell on her lap and
burst into tears.
For long time her mother said
nothing, but showed far better than
| by words that heavenly sympathy
on which we can always depend. When
her tears We're nearly exhausted her
mother said:
Come. darling, tell me all about it. -
| A'iiC lOl'l lINI oIplA Sil'iCNd ny u liiCNiA
ers quick intuition. And oh! mother,
he does not love me, he only thinks of
me as friend 1t is a hard fate, but d
just one; | only cared for the pleasures
men gave, and never thought of the
pain | gave them"
Cheer up, darling, this may not be
as hopeless as you think, and if it is,
| I, l;p,1nui+in,, I,Iinlyl1
get over it.
mo, no. it is hopeless and | shall
never get over it. Mother help me;
it will hurt, hut l will try to live it
down
| Though she had not expected to go,
she found herself in the german Thurs
day. and the first person she saw was
Philip, who came to her at once and
said: Il want to beg your pardon for
whatever ] said that offended you the
other evening; / cannot bear to have
you angry: | think too much Of your
friendship for that
1T was nothing much, and it is. I
who ought to beg pardon, though. you
know, we women claim caprice as u
right
well to show my pardon will You
allow me to escort you home tonight
it is so much pleasanter on Il night
like this to walk than to ride?"
"Certainly." she said.
The german was over: III the wee
sma, hours they started home. The
| streets harsh and buSiness-like by day
were given Il romantic glamour by the
! late rising moon, whose horizontal rays
glinted in and out among the houses.
They enjoyed the beauty of the scene
silently for awhile. then Philip said:
There is something want to tell
you. Miss Rutledge."
Il am all attention.
MY connection with Mss Deering is
pure myth"
| Helen trembled.
'Helen, love you and you only: I
have tried to be satisfied with your
| friendship. bnt it is not enough. |
have asked you before; | ask you
again. will you not try to love me q
| little?"
Wife none of the pretty tritling
women usually think necessary on such
occasions, but with all such womhn's
strong decision. she answered.:
81 love YOU now, with all my
| heart"
After a month of perfect happiness
| the nearest perfect that Heaven vouch-
safes to us sinful mortals-Philip one
| day said: ''Helen, my dearest Of any
one thinks these terms of endearment
and their usual accomplishments, better
| imagined than described, are not true
to nature you may set it down that he
has never been thereO my conscience
will not let me keep silent. Do you
know you are going to marry vii
| lain?"
"A villain? don't believe It."
Yes, a villain, a vile plotter. l
thought you liked me better than you
knew at st. Martins. | had learned
your character and l formed deep
laid scheme. and carried it out |
came to your city for that purpose: l
have always loved you, and was de-
termined to win you. | confess, too,
that wanted to have the pleasure of
seeing you experience Chat terrible
thing, which you thought was such
trifiing complaint in others and SO often
OccaSioned without mcrcy-an unre-