The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1891-03-27

There's beautiful hreeye
Tom hesitated q moment, and looked
at the sky. He wanted very much 70
find the girl that had taken his fancy
tho night before, but as he looked around
at the fifty or sixty yachts he realized
the hopelessness Of his task.
"All right" he replied; 'In go.
Whom shall we startw
Fright away, IL you are willing, I"
shouted the other. "By -the-way, you
don't appear to recognize me. My name
II Quincy"
"why, oh yesl It's such a, ,timesince
saw you had forgotten IL for the mo,
ment," answered Tom, AS he recognizsa
friend Of his elder brother. GLOW ara
you7"
"Finew called back the other. "Thi,
is rather distant greeting, but we'll sec
more Of you, hope. By-the-way, Arm.
strong" he added, rs n second figure
came up from behind him, "let mo in
trOduce my niece, Miss Quincy, Mr.
Armstrong" And Tom was face to face
with the girl whom he had seen in tho
boat on the previous evening. "The
yachts named after her"
Tom bowed low, for minuted he could
not reply, and then Inc made some com
mon place remark, wondering il the girl
remembered him.
That all happened in July; ; and through
the summer wherever the Phyllis went,
there was the Asquam to be found also.
Whenever Miss Quincy needed an escort,
Tom Armstrong was OH hand; and when
ever the young man indulgcd III any of
his day dreams, there was Miss Quincy to
be found. Her uncle, who was older
than Tom, was very glad to have pleas
ant company for tho girl, and she did not
seem to object particularly. In fact, sho
was not m impulsive girl, and gave no
signs when her dislike was not deep,
neither showed she any deep interest
when she wished TO hide her feelings
Tom, as it might bo imagined, grew
more and more devoted day by day. Hc
was very ephcmcral in his tastes, but he
was free to confess that he was more
deeply interested with Phyllis Quincy
than he had ever been before in any
other girl. lie, of course, regarded her
through glasses of rose, but an outside
observer would have acknowledged her
to bo girl of much sweetness and
strength of character; and she was bcauti-
full rs we'll. Not above medium height,
with brown hair, and dark eyes of won
drous depth, it was no wonder that the
young man was SO deeply smitten. AS
for Tom Armstrong, he was ono or those
fortunate individuals who arc blessed
with great talent in art and music, and
yet SO well off In worldly goods that he
tli m u,n hnn Il,
in the various lincs-a mere dabblcr, in
truth. But yachting seasons have an end,
aud when the two yachts sailed into New
York Bay, and the parties went their
different ways, there was much regret on
both sides. They had lots of mutual
friends, however, in the city, and
they met ut outside entertainments
so frequently that it seemed strange
they had never met before in their
lives, though 1t must bc confessed that
their meetings were not altogether
chance. Miss Phyllis lived with her
uncle, and Tom was soon ut home there.
Months passed by, but brought no def
mite results, for Tom, who could not bc
tcrmod faint-hcartcd, was not sure of
winning his suit, however sure he was of
himself, and he dared not risk his hopes
by premature confession. They were
seen together in society great deal, and
sharpcd- gossip had them cn-
gagged, but Tom had to visit his family
in Boston during the Christmas holidays,
and society kindly broke the engagement
during his absence.
"Has It been ten weeks or ten days
since went away2" asked Tom, upon his
return shortly after New Years.
"It depends altogether how you
reckon time," she had answered, quickly.
Phyllis had been glad, indeed, to sec
him again, but he could gather no idea
of her feelings toward him, and he was
terribly slow about proposing, so con-
trary to his usual reckless way of going
ut things.
1t was an evening in March The
great logs blazcd in the open fireplace
and filled tho room where Tom sat with
q rosy CLEAN. He WAS in his library Mt
home, and he watched the great black
shadows that rose and fell as the fitful
flame shot suddenly to life - as quickly
died. That evening he was more than
CScI COUSClOuS Ol tnaI love WnlCn DaQ
entered into his life, something higher
and purer than he had ever dreamed be-
foro. Imagination had never pictured
such perfect state, and yet it was SO
imperfect in its scmblancc to dream
He searched his heart honestly and tried
to Danish the dream, striving all the
while to retain the ideal 1t scnmnd 20
though two forces of his nature were
alert rs he reviewed the past. He had
no assurance that she loved him, and yet
that evening had walked feeling of
reality in him, and he felt as though he
had received her whispered "yes."
One of the great logs in the fireplace
fell asunder, sending forth puff of
smoke, which floatcd out into the room,
and as he gazcd Mt it hc suddenly
started. The red glow of the fire lit up
the room with strange elect as it spread
wider and wider until it formed thin
veil, and pictured through it he saw Il
wonderful sight. He saw II musi GROOM,
one that he RECOGNIZED. and seated bcfoI,