Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-07-15

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told me frankly that did not come up to his
ideal OF Roses husband either in rank or
fortune, but be added that he loved his
daughter too dearly to be other than guided by
her wishes.
"Wkat those wishes were Trevannion was not
long left in doubt of. never knew, Of course,
what happened in the interview between father
and daughter, but when it was ended Treyan-
nion came to me and shook me gravely BY the
hand and told me that there was nothing left for
him but to give his consent to the marriage.
And when saw Rose and saw how happy she
looked, and with what timid Joy she greeted
me, could have killed myself by some cruel
death for my CHASTITY inability to feel for her
what she 80 simply let me know that she felt
for me.
"The pangs Of misprized love are cruel, God
knows; they scar like glowing irons; they leave
their Noticeable brand upon heart and brain.
l have felt those pangs, and know their pains"
For a moment Amber Pasha, lifting his hand,
let it rest gently upon Gabriers shoulder with
q sympathetic pressure which the young man
understood and was grateful for. Then Amber
went on again.
But can scarcely imagine sharper sorrow.
keener PAIN than I endured then, in those
hours which ought to have been happy. It
was no fault of mine. Love cannot be COM
manded, and could not with the best will in
the world cheat myself for q single hour into
the belief that loved Rose Trevannion to be
my wife. Thank heaven, she nsver guessed at
my despair. 1t was impossible not to be fond
OF her, she was SO sweet, SO gentle, so beautiful,
and the affection that fondness and that pity
inspired she took without doubt for the devo-
ton Of passion.
Il declare to you, my dear Gabriel, that I
nave known few sufferings more intense-and
have suffered as much as most men of my age
as the suffering which, having to play such q
part as was playing, brings with il. There
| are plenty OF men who, had thev been in my
place, would have thought themselves very
little to be pitied. would rather have thought
themselves much to be enyied. For the girl
was good, the girl was beautiful, the girl was
wealthy, and many q man, and many a good
man, too, would think himself very fortunate
| to inspire affection in such a girl, and would
trouble his head very little about the precise
state Of his own emotions toward her. But /
| could not ease my mind, l could not persuade
myself that what did not exist did exist, and
| tortured myself daily with nv remorse for
| what had done and my anger for what could
not do. And all the while my poor little sweet
heart was perfectly happy and was envied by
every unmarried man in the English colony
| 1--WE were to be married in month. had
| got an appointment under the sultan, partly
through Mr.. Trevannion's interest, for OF one
| thing I was resolved, that would not live q
dependent upon my wife's fortune. And &C
| the days went by, days that look back upon
now with an invincible sadness, with an ex-
quists pity. beautiful, unhappy. despairine
days that gave my life its first and most endur.
ing sorrow.
ut all ended very sadly. It ended within
| very few weeks Of the first time ever saw her
She was very delicate and oriental towns are
not the best abiding places for delicate women
| One day she was very well and bright anl
| happy. The next day she was struck with fever
| In a week she WAS dead"
Amber Pasha stopped speaking Gabriel
glanced shyly at him, saw that his hands
gripped the rail of the vessel very hard. There
was silence for few seconds and then Amber
began again, with a voice that was not as firm
/ as 1t WAS wont to be:
"Thank God that to the last. as long as she
retained consciousness, she was happy, conf
| dent in me. She did not dream OF her danger
she never knew it. On, IL / could only have
brought her back to life with any sacrifice thai
| could make. how gladly would have done it
| L would have devoted my life to her; / would
have been friend, husband, lover, ali. You can
not dream how black my ingratitude seemed
how hideous my selishness, how mean nv am.
billions by that deathbed. There, 1 have told yor
what have never told to any one else. 1t wal
long enough before l came to myself, and could
| face the world with courage. and bear to think
| Of myself without detestation. have loved ant
been loved since, Of course. / was but a BOY
then. am no longer young now. But that.
think is thesresson why have never married.
The steamer had arrived ct Scutari. II
silence Amber Pasha and Gabriel went OF
shore, and IN silence thcy walked till they came
| to the cemetery where sc many English sleep
| Amber led the way through q succession OF
paths in that city OF sleep. Suddenly he came
to q pause before simple square sarcophagua
On the stone was cut the words ITO the mem
| DRY Of Rose Trevannion," followed by the datei
| OF her birth and OF her death, dates too sadly
close together. After this followed Q couple oil
lines IN Turkish character.
Gabriel bent over the stone and strove to de-
cipher the meaning of the inscription. But be
| could not, and, turning he looked iuquiringly
st Amber. The pasha understood his glance.
"Those are lines" he said, .'from . Turkish
poet, a poet named Museddes. Of whom wal
fond in those days. when wss reading him fol
the first time
"And their meaning2" asked Gabriel. "My
Turkish is not good enough to help me-"
"They mean," Amber answered, 'somethinl
| like this:
Though I'm far nov from the shadow Of thy love. {
| Cypress. STRAIGHT.
Still offer for thy happiness Of state
| "Those lines seemed to me then very fttine
to our case They still seem to me very beauti
| full"
1.-THE. They are very beautiful" said Gabriel
| Life can be very sad" said Amber. sYou
know something Of that, my dear Gabriel Nov
| you know that !, too, have drunk deep sor.
row."
/ Moved by an uncomfortable impulse. Gabrie
| stretched out his hand to Amber. Amber tool
| it, and the men exchanged loyal pressure BY
the grave Of the English girl.
| Then they walked slowly back to the landing
stage together.