The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-11-02

nou ~, Gnu o"' Ith her face turned toward
me FOUNTAIN Of. went on.
Know Very we'll that after have told
!ou surs 'hera is no moro to say. know
.nI aine!ep CO in our ranks, in our lives, as
wen as you. Bnt 1t has not kept mo from
loving You. Lady Genevieve. If you had
Deen lower in degree, or higher, would
nave served for you longer than Jacob did
tor Rachel-I would have won you by the
very earnestness of my devotion. AS it is !
can only ask you to pardon this-this
aVowai. did not mean to make it. for
got everything that l ought to have re-
membered-I-I"-
I'VE have both been wrong, think, Mr.
Estcourt."
"HOwp"
II have forgotten, ms we'll rs YOU" was
the simple answer. Oh, she was but
child am glad remem bered that, for It
gave me strength to leave her-I should
not have had it else.
Lady Genevieve, am going I owe
your father debt of gratitude. 1 will not
repay it basely. You will never see me
again. You will 90 into the world-be
happy-but say at least that you will not
forget me-say you will sometimes think
of me-"
"Indeed 1 will"
1 claspod her to my heart, her head lay
on my shoulder moment and then she
raised it.
II love you, too" she sighed. Our lips
met. To this day that kiss lies warm
upon mine.
So ended my romance 1t was twenty
years ago, us said when 1 first began to
speak of it, Twenty yearsl And the eager
passionate boy artist know not where
he has gone, but when look in the glass L
see sober--perhaps l should say sad,
faced-man, with streaks of gray upon his
hair. And yesterday, us leaned upon the
railing of the carriage drive in Hyde park
waiting with the crowd to see the queen
after She had opened parliament, n familiar
face passed me, turned, hesitated and then
came nearer held out my hand. 1t was
George Cavendish, grown into stout, dig
niiied Englishman. (
"EstcourtI Why, how many years has It
been since saw you'll
Twenty. believe l wonder you reco4i
nized me-" said as we shook hands Just
then gentleman passed in n carriage, lifted
his hat and said significantly;
I'VE want you in the house tonight. nv
lord"
Never fear-1 will be there, my lord"
was the answer. looked up surprised.
us the carl dead, thent'
He died ten years ago, Estcourt. What
have you been doing with yourself all this;
timer"
Roaming here and there, my lord"
Not married, ehW
II am SO happy" sighed MS 1 thought
of c. park.
by the way" he said, rs he looked up
the long line of carriages, IAN old friend
of yours is coming"
WHO, my lordt'
THE Countess of b, nee Lady Gene
We've Stafford. Shall introduce your"
mo, my lord, have no reason to be-
lieve her ladyship will remember me-" I
managed to say.
well. just as you like. But 1 am put.
ting the whole line into confusion. Where
are you stoppingt"
I told him.
Come and dine with us next Thursday,
Eight o'clock-goodby."
He rode away; the next moment saw
him by the side of Il magnificent carriage
emblazoncd with coronet speaking to
lady who rcclined languidly on the cush-
ions with her parasol before her face. She
listened, the parasol dropped from her
maud and she looked searchingly among
the crowd. lifted my hat; her eyes met
mine; faint color flushed her checks MS
she bowed; then the carriage passed on
and lost sight of her. Was that the god.
dess of my early dreams, that restless, ann
bilious looking woman whose unQuiet eyo
and firm set mouth told tales of her heart
and home that made me want to weepi
Poor Gcnevieve!-Konan Allies in New
York News.