The Lamar register., 1893-09-16


been almost repeilins in Its dir1itie,i
formaiity.
But Madge was conscious Of n snd-
den- thrilled interest Us she look ii into
those calm, searching. inscri.ablr crav
eyes
She knew instinctiveiy that life womb
never bc quite the same to her as IN
had been.
Something new and str1,lce was
| awakened within her sleeping heart
which set her pulses ieaping. and the
blood r7icing through her veins
Nhlle the newcomer remained In the
poN the naturally blithesome and self
possessed Madge sat shy and silent, her
Eyes downcast- the delicate orchid-p pink
color on her satiny checks changed to
vivid and scorching crimson.
What the party discussed during that
tune she never knew.
All their vulc,ss, but thar OF Sidney
Chvcring. wcr, meaningless hum TO
her: all faces but his were like an in
| dlsiingulshablc blot in her sight.
When he finally went away it seemed
as II all the light and color and warmth
went with him
The great theater seemed dim and
chill the changing splendOr OF the
1s+A-1 NtfAAAtNA uAl4 ana hllTFeNi.
The evenings performers were all IA
nous In their profession. and they were
playing popular piece: but they might
have heCu wooden puppets IN a Punch
and Judy show for al Madgc knew or
caud just then
In a flash. breath. the whole world
was chauggyi for her. and sac was he
Wlidencd by something, she knew not
what
She was only conscious OF that
strange new feeling. half of bliss AMI
/ half Of pain. which had ss.lzed and over
powered her despite her will and rea-
sou
Day after DAY and evening after
evening. since that night AT the theatcr
she AMI Sislncy Claycrins had met in
their walks. Or their drives, or at places
of amusement
And this giri who had Knocked at love
=, 7,aliE,,d at las; that she loved him bet
tyr tlan the world. more than her own
Hfc.
II was a bitter knowledge. and To-
know that be lovrd her with an affcc-
q n equal 10 her own had only added
| TO the bitterness
Not that he had over uttered sylll-
| bic Of Tenderness. h. Was too manly
and upright To hirt ul his own love for
her when she WAS the betrothcd bride
/ OF another. and had he been tempted
| TO do 80. he knew that proud Madse
/ would not haze permitted u.
hut love has language all its own,
niore eloquent than thousand tongues
I Though the lips may b. guarded or
/ mute. a sigh. a glance. the mere quiyer
( Of an cyclnsh. viii sometimes hctray
| the hearts dear Secrct
Somebody has written: Between
l them who love. a look sutiices: the
heart Of each Is always open to the
[ other
And thus 1t was from the first be
/ tween these two hapls-ss lovers
Both felt that they ought to shun
I each other: Il wonld be- wiser and kind
" 10 themselves, Bur IL WAS not al
WAYS possible without causing com
fnant And b-Sids-. Guy Severue had
! conceived an almost brothcriy regard
| for young Clavering and frequently
I planned some little amusement which
/ he must share with Madgc. and which
/ he could not decline without seeming
chnriish
The girls horror at her own disloy-
atty almost tnaddened her ut times but
/ her most poignant agony was IN her
pity for her bctrvthed
IF poor Guy can only be spared the
sorrow ur knowing IL. / Will bear any
puulshment heaven lnticts upon me.
Z was her uncrasins wall -Oh. why did
he ever care for meg oh. why did he
I no, fix his affections upon some other
onef Therr Is dear. pretty, fascinating
/ Dora Mcnforth. who worships the very
prints his feet make In the dust-why
I coul.ln't he have cared for herr
And thus the slow. miserable weeks
lar,s,i by until the afternoon before
I the dawn Of her appointed marriage
day.
The nearer that dreaded event was
the more distractin= was her trouble
And finally she begun 10 reflect how
I she. too. might have a right to htue
/ OF the pity which she had so unspar.
lnsly bestowed upon her unioSed
I fiaucc.
4 shall be- unhappy as long as |
live" She sighed My misery VIII De
come more unbcarable with every
RAISING year. And Sidney will be just
as wretched as l am: and we could be
10 happy. 50 blissfully happy, TO
rether-my beloved and /. on. my
darling. my heart Is breaking! On
love. love. what win become OF Us
She loatheI herself for her oideh
mockery Of love
..Fool that was-to think should be
cxempt from what is the destiny OF
every one who has heart TO thrill or
-,,rYcr" She cried again with 4 rlish
OF blluding tears. e,,,,,.
She was still weeping when Sidney
rIavarIug WAS announced