Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-04-09
CHAPTER ii.

less marked, bu. not less serious, was thu
friendship between Harolds sister and Franz
Nailor.
But in the manner Of Col. Upton there was
growing GOODNESS toward Harold Ihe warn
Virginia blood revolted at the thought OF q
union between one of his own name and Z
son Of the north-that north against which
twenty-five years since he had fought, aye, anc
| spilled the blood that should now be coursine
his veins in the full vigor of manhood. he de-
| termincd IL possible to break up the intimacy
| which threntened to trample on his pride. and
| suddenly one morning announced that he was
| obliged to leave for New York at once on ur-
gent business and must start tina. morning.
1t was bold stroke and secretly Col Upton
| WAS not proud Of his maneuvering. He did
not like to be cruel, yet he was conscious that
this act savored OF that quality, for he timed
his departure when Harold was in Chicago,
whittier he had gone to meet his father, whose
political journeyings brought him 10 tnst city
| for = few days
| Frances was dismayed, but made no sign.
Col. Upton said that soon a. his business In
/ New York was transacted they would 60 up to
the Adirondack otherwise she might have
/ ventured to suggest that it was hardly neces'
sary for her to accompany him on business
| trip in the heat of summer.
| whether his niece OWNED the secret spring
Of his movements her uncle was uncertain, but,
contrary to his usual custom, he had not Con-
| nded to her the nature of his affairs.
| oh. Frances, am so sorry. was labels
exclamation when she heard the news. I'VE
/ have not carried out half our plans yet
| thought your uncle intended 10 stay another
/ month"
II thought %, too" responded the girl.
| There are so many more sketches l want to
make Of this lovely country; and our morning
| readings will be all broken up"
well, what can't be cured must be endured.
| l suppose: and for our readings, yeu will
come to see me in Washington next winter and
We will so on with them there"
THAT would be delightful, if can," and the
sunshine came back to Frances face.
'Of course you can and must; your uncle can
not have you always to himself; he must spare
you occasionally to your friends. Then you will
write Us often, won't your
"Oh; yes. 1 shall be glad to; and now come
| and talk to me, while attend to my packing"
| seen that the two girls had developed warm
| friendship during the few weeks spent together,
and in the strength of this friendship lay Har-
| old hopes of . future meeting when he re-
turned to Lake Side to find that the object Of
his sweetest hopes and dreams had been car
ried on during his short absence, leaving him
only few formal words Of farewell.
But love laughs at lOcksmiths and elf-wilIed
guardians as well, and Miss Upton had not
been long settled in the Adrondacks when she
received letter from Harold, accompanying a
small book she had wished to read and which
he had procured for her on his Chicago trip
There was that in the letter which Frances
read under the shade Of the grand old forest
trees which lent an added color to the rose OF
her day dreams for the coming winter and
the TRADES against the north and republican
government to which her uncle subjected her
In their mountain rambles.
Frank Naior was also astonished and some
what disappointed when he learned Of the de-
parture OF the Uptons.
},
Il liked Col Upton very much. He is a fine
old gentleman. l admired his sentiments in
many things, and in spite of the difference in
our political creeds / fancied. hope without
conceit, that he had rather a liking for me-"
think he had, far more than for me. At
All events. returned Harold with n slightly
bitter laugh. "he hardly tolerated me-"
1T was Tough on you, old fellow. and think
1t great shame; but cheer up" he added with
a friendly slap. Il prophesy it will come out all
right IN NE end This sort OF thing doesn't
run smooth proverbialiy."
Your own affairs seem to, bowever "a
marked Harold, thinking of his sister.
Frank sighed. Il don't know" he said. at
scarcely dare to hope they may" and he sud-
denly lapsed into moody silence.
I'm, nonsense, what's the trouble; WHY don't
you speak out, man! Faint heart never won
anything, you know. We all like you capitaliy.
and as for Isabel, you haven't had fuss of nny
sort, hope?" looking kindly at NaiIor.
''Oh. no, no: nothing Of that sort: but look
here. Ewing, l haven't any business to ask for
about me-"
well, out with it, then; let's have the worst
fancy you are not exactly q blackguard."
NO, nope not, returned the other smiling.
Come for walk. Have a cigar?"
Ii was evening and the harvest moon had
just risen, flooding the world with her pure sill
yer radiance. The young men stroIled on en-
crossed with their conversation, vet neither
one indifferent to the fair beauty OF the scena
about them, the gentle ripple of the lakes sur
face, the neids on the opposite shore with har-
vested grain standing in heavy shocks. and no.
yond a background of dark woods. ali bronob,
out into chaste and wondrous loyeIiness NV 1be
glistening moonlight
The trouble is this" said Frank. after thew
mad puned their cigars for few moments with
out speaking, 1 Know nothing whatever Of nv
parentage; no" as Harold started. II am not
Mrs Major son. nor do know nv own name
or whether have the right to any," he added
in lower tone. Then. continuing more ran
idly as II to prevent any interruption, 'since
nave known TINS have made many efforts to
trace my birth, but SO far in vain and / have
now nearly abandoned the hope This ia ali T
can gain In the way of facts When was
about two years old was picked nm ON n bv.
road in Pennsylvania was war time then vo,
know-by an army surgeon who was attracted
by my piteous cries. No one claimed me no
one could be found to whom belonged ard
there i renamed at the rear of the ARMY of the
Potomac, nursed by the rough but kindly
hands OF invalid soldiers a sort of child of ,ba
regiment. Atterward. cannot tell exactly
how, was delivered into the hands of A sister,
hood In New York and cared for in an orDban
age TIL was finally adopted into the home of
Mr.. and Mrs. Naiior. made childIess by the
death OF little son about my age. Now Won
have my whole history in a nutshell. more tiar
this do not know, and the onIy cine To The
mystery is this" He drew from hi. breast a
small gold locket attached to q slender chain
On one face were engraved the initials T. RT
out so blended IN monogram that IL WAS diff
cult to distinguish the order. at VAS bnno
ABOUT my neck, he continued and within ia .
lock Of hair something the color of NV own
Harold looked at IT attentively. Then tbats
all nonsense about thinking you NAV have no
name. the locket proves it, of course :"
Il suppose 80; II is merely one of INV morb;a
fancies. never bothered about il yerv much
till knew your sister, -NA
Don't bother about il any mora than. ~. all
right beyond doubt. Who named Won .FrsnL
the Nailors?"
NO, / am indebted to the orphanpe .ister.
FOR that information. which they gained fror,
the young officer who brought me TO than 7
am only sorry they did not question him mora
closely. There was very little they could tell Mr.
Nailor about me when he took me from their
care. but il seems that though was too vonno
to tell my name il was noticed that vben 2
certain soldier called Frank was addre.sed +
answered or responded in some fashion. That
and the initial r on the iocket were thou ght
sufficient to prove nv name"
Well, am glad to know your story. Frank.
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