The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1892-11-25

"HSi my e"oN Wdo uiilouSu L
should see her no mote. God
help me
| used to wish as | painted day
after day, gazing the while at The
sweet young face that always
frightened as I spoke-how | used
10 wish that she had been born be.
meath some humble farmers roof
in my own country-so that |
might haye woOed and won her, as
she sang about her household tasks
or went at nightfall toward the
pasture bars, like "Mary O. The
Dee" And how I used to groan
in agony of spirit when laid my
head upon my sleepless pillow at
night and remembered that the
wish was all in vain !! The duke
was away in LondOn-the duchess,
entirely absorbed in the approach.
ing marriage of Lady Marian, who
was to be presented the very next
season rs the Countess of Clan
MochfOil--and The withered duen-
ma who presided over the sittings
never dreamed of such a piece Of
mad presumption on my part. My
secret was quite safe.
On the last evening Of my stay
the servant was packing my valise,
for l was to leave early in The
morning-dinner was over, but the
plea OF a bad headache excused
my appearance. The sound of mu.
sic and voices from the drawing.
room came family 10 my ear. Oh,
If the Lady Genevieve had bu,
been there, how eagerly | would
have gone down there for one more
last look | felt my eyes growing
dim at the very thought, and say
ing to Beris that l should take a
stroll in the park for my headache,
went down by a side door and
out 10 ihe glade where ] had first
seen her.
The moon was shining glorious,
yet so dense was The shade of the
cedar trees that only a faint radi-
ance qulvered ronnd the spring
| stood at the entrance, listened lC
the water falling and felt the sol
emn gloom, TIL suddenly | hearC
a voice saving:
"Be quiet, Maimce-how dare
you to eat my roses Z"
My heart gave IA bound that mad,
me falnt--I leaned forward-yes
there was the shining of white gar
ments; 1t was Lady Geneviev'
herself, with the fawn beside he
Tying to pull a wreath of bud
from her brown curlS. ! went ny
behind her and spoke-she starte(
violenily--but seeing who it was
grew calm and made a place TO
NE beside her. The lawn cam,
and laid her head upon my knee
Il thought it was Rogers" sai(
Lady Geneveiye, taking the rose
buds from her hair, ''and dreadful
ly frightened | was. She alway
finds me out, but l ran away to
night when she was in the house
keepers room, and she will no
come here--she thinks there is
ghost here. | told her so, Mr.. Est
court"
She looked up in my face AM
laughed, then bent over the fawn
so near me that her hair touche
my breast. What little sense
had went utterly away from me-
| could no more have helpe'
speaking than | could have helpeC
breathing, and | kissed the darl
curls passionately and whispered
"Lady Genevleve, love you"
"What!" she said, letting th
roses fall, while the red bloc
mounted to her brow so that
could see it, even in that dusk
light.
"Listen a moment" I said, taf
ing her hand as she was about I
+ rise. She let me hold it, and 81
+ with her face turned toward th
fountain as | went on.
~ know very we'll that after
have told you this there is no MOI
) TO say. l know the difference
our ranks, in our lives as well ;
you. But it has not kept me fror
loving you, Lady Genevleve.
I? you had been lower IN degree, or
, higher, l would have served ft
!, YOU longer than Jacob did Il
Rachel would have won yo
by the very earnestness Of my d.
votion. As II is can only as
: you to pardon this-this avowa
| did not mean 10 make 1t. | TO
. got everything that | ought
t have RENE mbered-I-"-
]. I'VE haye both been wrong,
+. think, Mr.. Esicourt."
e "HOwg"
II have forgotten, as well ,
!. you," was The simple answer. OI
). she was but q child am glad
|. remembered that, for It gave nj
strength to leave her-I should NJ
+. have had il else,
i. "Lady Genevieve, ] am goin
lowe your father debt Of graf
! tude. ! will not repay IL basel
:. You will never see me agsin. YC
will go into The world-be hspp
n but say at least that you will n
!. forget me-say that you wi
sometimes think Of me-"
"Indeed | will"
e l clasped her 10 my heart, h
n head lay on my shoulder a m
| ment, and then she raised it.
(. ~ love you, too," she sigte
!. Our lips met. 10 this day III