Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-10-29

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pearance was a patch of black silk she
wore over her left eye. 1t was very abb
surd of me to conjure up such an appar-
ition, but"
mo, no, 1 am convinced it was
"Reminiscences" Harry interposed- But
had you no other day-dreamsP"
eyes, my Imagination pictured an
old stone house covered with ivy and
great porch in front of it, reaching al
most to its roof. What was so odd
about it, was that there was flight of
steps, which led to the porch, whose
floor was on level with that of the
second story of the house"
Strange, indeed; but they built
many such houses in England in Queen
Elizabeth's days"
In England? All, Harry, then you
do attach Importance to my visionS'
"Of course 1 do. Now try if you
cannot think Of something more to tell
me-"
mo, have told you all, Harry"
Wanda said, with a dreamy wonder in
her eyes.
How swiftly the hours passed. 1t
seemed impossible to her, as she stood
that night in the moonlight with both
her hands in Harry's wishing him good
bv. She had him for just that minute
all to herself, for Mrs. Evesham had
babe her boy adieu in her own chamber
and had retired to her place beside
George ArundePs couch and of course
the Dolmans were all in bed. True,
old Bladon might be prowling about,
but there were no signs of his immedi-
ate presence.
Good-by! Words at all times so bad
and bitter; but tonight how much they
mean to her-the death-knen of her
days happiness.
lie stoops and looks down On the face
so beautiful with the moonlight playing
on it.
Sorely he is tempted to"speak but
stern duty interposes. What right has
he to ask so radiant being to bind her
life to his? But who could resist the
tender pleading of the blue eyes which
look into his one moment and then are
downcast.
"Wandar'
How strange his voice sounds to her;
vet in his passion-laden tone there is
still the sweet euphony he always gives
her name.
''Good-by, Harry" With quivering
lips she speaks and can scarce repress
the sobs which almost choke her.
With low cry he draws her to him
and holds her in his embrace.
Wanda. love your
All trembling she hears the word anG
buries her face on his shoulder.
Speak, Wanda! Only once-say yor
love me-"
Slowly, reluctantly, she raises hel
face: it is pale no longer but crimson
with maiden bashfulness.
Eyes, love you, Harry" she muir
murs almost inaudibly, with a faint
long-drawn sigh.
81 never believed such happiness
could be mine," he vows with ecstacy
Then, do so now, DEAR" she whis-
pers, as with closed eyes she kisses his
face.
An hour! Is it an hour, or a minute
or year?-this dream too sweet fol
words to picture.
Then the mother must be told. The
gentle, loving mother, who has borne
so much for them both. Pshaw, Wanda
| you need not tremble so, you need not
! shrink with great fear of the supposed
| wrong you have done. That generou.
heart has long been beating with the
hope that the day might come wher
she could truly call you daughter.
So Harry Evesham starts on his way
exEltant, while poor blind George Arun
del lies on his bed of pain with nc
bright hopes before him; verify, 'tC
him that hath shall be given, and from
him that hath not shall be taken away
even that he hath"
Then Wanda shy1y and with great eff
fort tells the glorious news to William
Bladon, who oddly enough is now in
clined to be cross with her because sh
has not preferred his boy as the idol o
her affections. So it happened that on
day, when George Arundel had game
| SO much strength that he was permitte