The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1893-06-27

where she liycsg / must see her upon
Understanding very important"
''It's not very far from here. The house
IN tho park that you see on the left be-
longs to her father. But you must hur-
sy. It's after $50, and you've scarce an
hour"
Colonel Pember turned and walked
hastily along the road married
ried-then | am too late. Perhaps not
don't understand it. can't" And
with every step no took camo the re-
frain, Married, married, married"
The next day Densmond was all ex-
element. The daughter Of the Hon
Crofton Burton had refused at the last
moment to marry Lord Lorloose Littel
And then, too the appearance Of this
suspicious looking American. That must
not be overlooked. Surely there was
something in this, .'if those as knew
would tell" But the Hon. Burton, Nj
p, would tell nothing, and as Lord Lit
tel had left for town that morning he
could tell nothing, and Miss Burton. she
had declared that she would tell moth
ing. So there the matter rested, and
like every other sensation was almost
forgotten 10 days after.
Almost, say, for Colonel Pember had
taken lodgings at the Pot and Kettle,
md scarcely day passed but he made
his way to The Oaks. tho residence of
Mr.. Burton, who seemed to have great
fancy for his company
Nor was it long in becoming common
talk that the colonel had returned to
Miss Burton on the eve of her intended
wedding blood stained miniature, the
token of schoolgirl love that she had
given to Herbert Creston, the village
neer do we'll, and that as she saw the
picture, stained with his lifeblood, the
old love had returned, and she had re-
fused to marry any one else.
So passed year. and again summer
visited the little village, sprinkling the
lawns with yellow dandelions and the
hedges with all manner Of sweetness.
From the many farmyarus came the
sounds of cattle and of fowls upon the
clear and silent air. mingled with the
distant dashing of brooks. The trees,
resplendent in their garments of green"
cast grateful shadows for the MONDAY
wanderer. And then the gardensl Roses
everywhere. The air was one mass of
| perfume, delightful and overpowering
the first sweet gift of summer
During this time Miss Burton had not
been seen by tho village folls, save on one
or two rare occasions. and those who had
viewed her reported that she was looking
pale and sicily, and that she scarcely ever
spoke. Now, however, at the approach
Of summer she had thrown off her
gloomy aspect, laid aside the 'inky
cloak" that she had insisted upon wear
ing and had even gone so far rs to ride
out into the country, and always with
the colonel as companion.
One night they walked together in the
gardens that almost entirely surrounded
The Oaks. There was no other light than
that of the stars. As Amelia paused the
colonel placed his arm about her and
held her hand.
"You have my answer heqnestioned
softly.
She raised her face slowly. Their lips
met.
ct is .yesy he asked.
And she answered Yes"
Far away in the wilderness of Virginia
the night winds gathered and whispered
and murmured and muttered. and with
their dark pinions brushed the bright
cold drops of dew that chung to the
blades of grass above the unmarked
grave of Herbert Creston. Exchange.