The Columbus journal., 1891-09-16

what resembles that q . mummy Of Tie
year 1.
The svsrine passeas and whsn. at
length, Nh. Oorthwait riaos 10 depart /
aay, under my breath, sFct this bless
ing make mo truly thankfulss
But the end il not yet
Tho next day Maud drags mo over
10 Oaxthwait House, where " make .
very agreeable call, and ere invited %
tsa: Maud accepts. but I say that Il i
impossible for NJ, and walk home
alone.
Oil il Il beautiful, strolling along
the green lanes. and I reach my hand
through . fence and abstract therefrom
. handful Of blood red nastuTtiums. !
love nasturtinms, they are 20 brsve. With
their shield.like Leaves aud their gold
and red helmets; and they have sweet.
faint scent, too, that the summer breess
vafts; I stick them in my stovs-black
hair; I adoFn myself like unto Solomon
With them, when there comes Q quick
stem On the sward behind ne, and !
turn TO b caughtin my trus-loveis arma
To the house We 80, I in . very tran:'
port Of joy. looking up et The fair
blonde fsce Of The man I love; now,
after the lapse Of yesrs. I can ~ his
grand, true face beaming down ct me,
his "besntiful, ed blue eyes seeming
10 pierce through tie rust Of departed
yearA
Such . happy evening - We spendl
Maud returns. accompanied BY M.
Carthwait, and Va talk and laugh till
Mr.. CaEthwait looks in surprise at M.
usually 30 cold and taciturn, Who nm %
gay tonight.
When We retire I 60 into Maudis
room and brush out the lengths Of hen
wondrsus gold-brown hair, and into the
shining plaits I vesve many . hope and
dream.
"VGleria,' she says. holding up hsE
white hand, on which CLEANS . great
pearl. Johnny Cazthvait has asked me-
70 marry him.
sWhstr
Els there snything % horrible about
il, pray?" says she. IN her quick. dis
pleased voioa.
But isn't il rather prematuref'
sNo. Idon't think il il; Va love each
other now - we'll - we shall ten years
henoa'
Il an very glad, dear I sey, stoop-
ing over and kissing the fair young
face; 'and you both have my best
Wishea"
Tho next day Cyril and I stroll out
ACROSS tho broad fields, past woodlands
and highway, until We reach q old
Stone wall, Ill ovsrgEown With ichsns,
and decorated With tho Wild woodbine.
Il il our old trysting place, and - VI
stand there tho wind rustles softly
through the tender leaves Of the young
corn, and I pluck . soeptsr Of golden
rod that stands % straight and tau.
Il have gott % 80 sway, valeEiA.'
Hook up. . quick terror IN my great
black eyea
"Avsyr' I echo. v.guely.
YES; but don't look 20 ssd about Il;
IL u on business, and will not detain me
long. When the corn Is waving I shall
como 70 claim my bride"
when the corn h wavingl" L seems
such . long time Al I look st the
tender green leaves vague premoni-
ton that he will never come back 70 me
strikes like . blow at my heart
oh, Cyril, I an % sorry. Some
thing tells mo that you viii never b
the same 70 mo again.
"Then, darling. We viii Be much
| more to each othee.s
After many moro tender words We 70.
turn to tho house. and SO Maud with
her lover in the garden; the evening
passes after . fashion, and the next
afternoon comes all too soon. Again
walk With Cyril 20 tho old wall; some
thing seems 70 Lie heavy on my heart.
and the words, "Never sgain," beaa
over and over again in my brain.
when the corn II waving, Valeria,'
he cries, - he bounds over the wall,
and turns TO cross the zelda "Wheu
the corn il waving, meet mo here again
1 wave my scepter Of golden-rod,
and look after the tall, 1.-the figure
darkly outlined against tho pale blue
sky; then I turn and 60 back 10 thl
house. Johnny and Maud sro In thu
garden behind . lilac bush, their head
in . rather suspicious proximity r.
each other.
How ally lovers appear when ono i
not one Of tho couple I turn, dis
gusted, and 60 out 70 the orchard; first
making SURE that my old fiend, th(
ram, is not around; but tho ehsrEiel
arc havorleaa
Tho days drag WEAKLY By. and q
week later I am looking carelessly ove,
the paper. whom my eyes fall on thil
paragraph:
"Married-At tho residence Of the
brides father. by the Rev. ]. p. Den
min, Mr.. Cyril 8. Danforth and Min
Lillian st. Marc, both Of this city,"
Two months agoi Il seems agel
since first learned his treachery, and
in my mad longing 70 be
;as, :: &: : :.ISe''''
I hsve taken Q step I oan never retrace;
have made . vow I can never retraot;
for to-day I an not Valerie Chantriosi
but Valera Arman. When Rober,
Arman asked mo to marry him, know
ing nsught Of tho old love, in ny mad
pique I consented, and to-dayI AM hi
wife. lido not love him; my heart i
constant 70 it, first love. and to-day
long. With . mad, Unreasonable long
ing. 70 No his strong. noble faee, &
feel the clasp Of his warm banda Il i
sin for me- q have this longing. and
know it hiring . package Of old let
ten, and ono BY ono oc0aign them X
tho flames; on one. - 1.-THE Z t6rl
catches Il, these words sand out II
bold relief:
ne voass aiwae de MON c6u1."
Iput On my hat and 20 out, thinking
that under Gods blue skyI ean bettel
wrestle with my sin and soerow
Igo through the oosn6eld, paxtinl
the tall stocks shove ny bead, md