Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-01-16
ISABEES PRIDE

She is so intensely proud. 1t is
her one great falling. You had better
look out for your heart, Lindsay, fo,
have an idea You would stake your
all on the fatal throw; with YOU. love
would mean life or death.r
Lindsay st. Clair laughed lightly
though his handsome face flushed
under its bronze.
You need not fear for me, Edison.
be said. 9 am not likely, even under
the spell of Miss Huntington's beauty.
70 forget ! am among the ineligibles.
Proud. penniless, beautiful. and am
bitioqs-very descriptive.n
The friends turned q howlder Of
rocks at that moment, and then:
Well, your wish will be gratificd
old fellow, almost as soon as ex-
pressed,o Edison Martin said. There
is Isabel Huntington, now;
Looking toward one of the rocks
that jutted out into the sea, Lindsay
st. Clair saw, standing on it, girl in
q blue sailor suit, slim, graceful
figure, with The waves almost tapping
her feet, her face turned seaward
A few minutes later it was turned
toward them, with faint, welcoming
smile, as Edison Martin bent over her
hand.
This is my friend Lindsay st.
Clair, of whom you have heard me
speak. Miss Huntington allow me to
introduce him. Mr. st. Clair-Miss
Huntingdon
The girl bowed slightly, her eyes
resting for moment on his handsome.
high-bred face-proud, sweet eyes that
dropped almost inst antly at the pas
sionate admiration that, despite their
owners strongest effort, leaped into
the dark ones that met her own, as
Lindsay st. Clair took in the peerless
beauty of her lovely face. the lovely
face that Lindsay st. Clair even then
knew, that for good or i'll, would be
the one fair face in all the world TO
him-knew then, as we'll as he knew
after that whatever it brought him
he would love Isabel Huntington with
all the passion of his heart, all the
strength of his nature, the one pas
sionate love-dream he would know.
That was the beginning OF a pas
Sionate lOve-dream, a summer idyl,
madly, perilously sweet-.fol despite
the warning of some, the half-laugh-
ing, moclIing comments of others,
he threw his whole heart and soul into
the mad hope of winning the love of
Isabel Huntington.
He had position enough, for he was
well born and well bred, and wealth
he would WIN yet-for his beautiful
loys. fer his daTling's sake.
And she did love him-he could not
be mistaken, else why should her fair
face flush at his coming-the dark
eyes drUop beneath his passionate
love glances?
More than once Isabel Huntington
asked herself the same question, and,
standing at the deep bay-window that
overlooked the sea, one fair day, her
heart answered her. She loved Lind
say st. Clair with every throb of her
heart
She had longed all her life for
wealth and position. Her life had
heen so narrow and so pitiful, with the
efforts to keep up appearances and
make both ends meet.
She had seen her mother grow faded
and gray, worn and weary, with the
struggle that never seemed to end
and she shrrnk from such a future
with a feeling of dread only those
who have gone through 1t can under
stand.
Then began the most bitter war
woman ever waged-war with her own
heart, a war that grew more bitter as
Vesey Delmarte fingered by her side
fighting the ground inch by inch with
LINDSAY st. Clair, and people smiled,
prophesying how IL would end, for
Vesey Delmarte was little less than a
millionaire, even though he was man
whom no one tFusted-as man from
whose glances wise mothers guarded
their innocent daughters.
So the summer waned. June roses
bloomed and faded. and then, one
evening in the cleaning, Lindsay St.
Clair put his fate to the test, and told
Isabel Huntington the story of his
love.
violet eyes droop, saw the little white
hands fremble. and so took heart of
grace.
Isabel, place every hope of life
in your hands, to make or to mar. /
love YOU as man never loved woman
before. Darling. may hope T'
A long silence, and then:
. Sweetheart, answer me- he said.
q Isabel, NAV 1 hope ?''
Hope? 1t all died out almost as
the words left his lips, and his hand
some face grew pale as death, as the
girl drew back from him, her lovely
face growing cold and pale.
am sorry this has happened. 2
she said. slowly.
Sorry this has happened 70
In the frenzy Of the moment he
e-,arf,a1 her hand his naSsi0nafe hnFn-