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


There's q beautiful breeze"
Tom hesitated a moment, and looked
at the sky. He wanted very much to
find the girl that had taken his fancy
the night before, but as he looked around
at the fifty or sixty yachts he realized
the hopelessness of his task.
cali right" he replied; "I'll go.
When shall we start2" So
Fright away, il you are willing"
shouted the other. "By -the-way, you
don't appear to recognize me. My name
is Quincy"
"Why, oh yes! It's such a timesince
I saw you had forgotten it for the mo,
ment," answered Tom, as he recognizsS
friend of his elder brother. GLOW ara
you3"
"Fine" called back the other. "Thi,
is rather distant greeting, but we'll see
more of you, hope. By-the-way, Arm
strong," he added, as second figure
came up from behind him, "let me in
troduce my niece, Miss Quincy, Mr..
Armstrong" And Tom was face to face
with the girl whom he had seen in the
boat on the previous evening. "The
yachts named after her."
Tom bowed low, for minuted he could
not reply, and then he made some COM
mon place remark, wondering if 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 on hand and when
tho &c
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 the girl, and she did not
seem to object particularly. In fact, she
was not an 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 be imagined, grew
more and more devoted day by day. Ho
was very ephemeral 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. He, of course, regarded her
through glasses of rose, but an outside
observer would have acknowledged her
to be girl of much sweetness and
strength of character; and she was heauti-
fnl as 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 one or those
fortunate individuals who are blessed
with great talent in art and music, and
yet so we'll off in worldly goods that he
did no more than gain a mediocre success
in the various lines-a mere dabbler, 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 at outside entertainments
so frequently that it seemed strange
they had never met before in their
lives, though 1t must be confessed that
their meetings were not altogether
chance. Miss Phyllis lived with her
uncle, and Tom was soon at home there.
Months passed by, but brought no def
mite results, for Tom, who could not be
termed faint-hearted, 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
sharped-tongued gossip had them en-
gagged, but Tom had to visit his family
in Boston during the Christmas holidays,
and society kindly broke the engagement
during his absence.
'Has 1t been ten weeks or ten days
since I went away9" asked Tom, upon his
return shortly after New Years.
cit 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
at things.
1t was an evening in March. The
great logs blazed in the open Fireplace
and filled the room where Ton, sat with
rosy CLEAN. He was in his library at
home, and he watched the great black
shadows that rose and fell as the fitfuI
fame shot suddenly to life ,I1 as quickly
died. That evening he was more than
ever conscious of that love which had
entered into his life, something higher
| and purer than he had ever dreamed be-
fore. Imagination had never pictured
such perfect state, and yet it was SO
imperfect in its semblance to dream.
He searched his heart honestly and tried
to Danish the dream, striving all the
while to retain the ideal. 1t seemed as
though two forces of his paturo were
alert as he reviewed the past. He had
no assurance that she loved him, and yet
that evening had walked a feeling OF
reality in him, and he felt as though he
had received her whispered eyes"
One Of the great logs in the fireplace
fell asunder, sending forth puff OF
smoke, which foated out into the room,
and as he gazed at it he suddenly
started. The red glow of the fire lit up
the room with strange effect as it spread
wider and wider until it formed q THU
veil, and pictured through it he saw 6
wonderful sight. He saw a musi Groom
one that he recognized, land seated before
the piano lightly running her finger ovel
the keys was Phyllis. Stopping, she