The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1891-03-04
SOMERSET, Pa. WEDNESDAY,
Philip TO the grave. and he read the

Philip 10 the grave. and he read the
white lettering thereon
Sacred to the memory Of Frank Paine.
only son Of Charles and Hannah Paine.
Died August 10th, 1887, sged . years"
The blood rushed to the young mans
head, and giddiness came over him.,
This, then, was the barrier" she had
spoken Of. She loved, but her lover was
dead, a.d that was why If was an insult
for the living 10 speak Of such things to
her.
He looked down at the flowers. whose
very freshness seemed to bid him hope
no more. This was his rival, lying un-
der the sod, or happily watching hins.
with eyes of triumph. from the unseen
world.
Aura Aura ~ he groaned. as there
no happiness sor either Of US, then ,"
Afler this night the ehurcbyard had
strange fascination for him, and each
evening, after his return from town, wher
dinner was over, he stole out to gaze zt
that headstone, with q burning jealousy
in his heart.
Every other evening be saw Aura
come with her can Of water and reuew
the blooms Ca the fourth occasion he
overlook her, and deprived her of the
burden Of the watering pot.
Miss Aura" be said presently, "siil
you forget what said in the garden, and
fofgiye me, and count me again among
your friends ?"
She was silent for minute.
Il forgive YOU she said "but I can
not feel quite the same as before. Even
now you do not seem to understand the
meaning of constancy.
~You are hard on me, said poor
Philip, miserably.
He noticed that she quickened her
stops, as though anxious TO get away
from him but it vas growing dark, so
he would not leave her until they reach
ed the gate
"Good night" he said. almost timidly,
and without Offering MS hand but Aura
stretched out hers, ana as he took It, she
glanced up for an instant
She was ashy white, her lips we're
quivering, and t-ere we're tears on her
eyelashes-
The next morning be paid visit, be-
fore breakfast, 10 his rivals grave. How
fresh Ike flowers looked with the dew on
them The old sexton was pottering
about, pretending to clear up the dead
leaves, and saluied Philip with Morn
ing, sir"
Good morning"
"was you friend Of his. SIR" he ask
cd, nodding at the stone.
~No. Who was he?1
@Ah, he was nice lad :" said the sex
ton meditatiyely. They've never looked
up since, 50 10 speak-the old lady and
gentleman up at ENTREES 1t was him
as was to have married Miss Harman,
you know, when be was but boy-her
as keeps these flowers on his grave ever
since. Her folks, they wouldn't hear Of
it til be was a bit older, and ne was took
i'll sudden and died"
Il mind as if it was yesterday, re-
snned the sexton, after pause Miss
Harmsn, poor young lady, swooned away
and had TO be carried home the minute
the fnn'ral was over. Poor lass. Now.
this new marble cross to your left was
put there"
Cant stay any longer now" sad
Philip, briefly. ~6ood morning
Again il was Mrs. Hsrman's day
and Mrs. Winterbourne went round TO
call. Her visit was not so much to the
elder lady, though, as to Aura, whom she
induced to take her round the garden.
1t was in the most casual and aeoiden-
tai manner that she said
Il am 50 troubled about Philip just
now. Sons are fearful anxiety. There
was Harry, TO begin with-feIl in love
with girl in a different position in lie,
in America, and worried me nearly 10
death, until / said | would receive her
when he should bring her home. Bot
told Won all about that when We FIRST
came and now
Il thought" stammered Aura, that If
was Philip who was engaged to tha;
American girl
Philip. Oh, dear, no. What an idea =.
But suppose you did not know either
of the boys when told you the story
YOU mixed them in your mind. How
ever. there is no knowing about Philip;
he may have made worse choice and
be ashamed to tell me-"
What was l saying Oh, about
Philip. He has lost all his appetite,
looks ike ghost, and is so silent and
moody and irritable, l hardly dare ven
ture 10 speak to him. don't know what
to do about it, l am sure
u should LET him alone, and he will
come round, said Aura, with s bright
flush. Boys all have depressed fits at
times. Ours do, but We don't take much
notice. Send him round here FOR some
tennis after dinner, and see if that does
him any good-
Il am afraid he Is beyond being cured
by tennis" sighed the mother. but she
went home and told her son that Aura
had particularly asked If lie would go
there in the evening.
He went Aura was not on the tennis
court with the others
After some search, ne found her Gtting
on bench under an old pear tree, writ
ings letter. At his appearance she closed
the blotter suddenly and looked con-
fused.
Can she be writing to the dead? ~ ne
asked himself, as ne sat down by her
side.
Il did not mean TO come again 80 soon,
be said, humbly.
why not ,"
-Becsuse-you were angry
Aura was silent. As if by accident
she open the blotter, and ne saw what
she had written--Dezr Mr. Winter
bourne" That was all
@You we're going 10 write 70 me"
ITO tell you that was under mis-
understanding the other night I-no