Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1893-11-09

pected meeting. Let me inffoduc'
my friend, Mr.. Dare
The gentlemen shook HAMS, anG
then, after few more rcmarks, Mr.
Vane left them to secure hi room
The season passed on. Philir
Vane and Miss Greyson 9TH re.
mained ct the hotel, and to /he sur.
prise of the latter, they became firm
friends. The past was nev<r refer.
red to. He saw that Don6ld Dare
was winning the heart he I'd COW
eted, but he manifested no alonsy;
in fact, he showed quite Il strong
. friendship for Dare - or Miss
6seyson Atairzt lis zsducspaz-
zled her, and she was inclined to be
suspicious of him, but as time seem
ed to prove his sincerity, this feel
ing wore off, and she almost forgot
that anything unpleasant had ever
happened between them.
The summer neared its close, and
the guests of the house desided to
give a grand hop before they began
to separate for their homes, many
never to meet again. Philip Vane
and Donald Dare were appointed
chief managers, and everything
progressed favorably till the day
before the ball was to come off.
Donald Dare received telegram
stating that business required his
presence the next day in the city.
Every one was disgusted, and Dom
aid himself was very much annoyed,
for he had anticipated a good deal
of pleasure at the hop, and he had
also determined during the evening,
to Learn his fate from Miss Greyson.
But he could not disregard the tel
egram, and the best arrangement
he could make was for him to go to
the city that night and return the
next in the eleven-o' clock train,
which would give him a couple of
hours of festivity. He left, and
the next evening came, and the ball
was opened in brilliant style. Miss
Greyson, of course. was reigning
belle, and well worthy she was of
the honor, for she was superbly
beautiful, and so Philip Vane told
her, with unusual warmth, as, after
a long waltz, he led her out on the
piazza to rest. 1t was a glorious
night; full moon shone in cloud
less sky, and the faintest zephyr
stirred the leaves.
This is grand said he, with a
dramatic flourish of his hand. Ear
more delightful than the hot, full
room. Come, Miss Greyson, let us
go to the river; it will only take us
a few minutes, and / know it must
be beautiful under the moon.'
She hesitated. His manner was
not quite natural, and it called up
the memory of that other night on
which she had stood in the moon
light with Philip Vane, and she
asked herself, Is it prudent to put
him again in the same situation:
But the next minute she put the
thought from her as egotistical van.
ity. He certainly had proved the
past was dead to him, as to her, and
laying her hand on his arm in as
sent, they went slowly down the
rugged path to the bottom of the
ravine, where the river lay, glim-
mering and cleaning like a band Of
silver.
is it not beautiful?' asked vane,
now speaking in his usual quiet
manner.
Indeed it is!' and she shivered
slightly.
You are not cold, Miss Greyson?'
and he wrapped her light scarf more
closely around her.
'Oh, no. she replied, 4 am not
at all cold. 1t was only one oi
those involuntary crawls that legen-
dary lore says one feels when some
one is walking over the spot where
her grave will be-
He shrugged his shoulders.
what an uncanuy thought to
intrude at this bright hour! Danish
it quickly, and let us go on to the
lake. know it is a little Como
tonight
Again she smothered rising OBJ.
lection, and they walked on to where
the river widened into q little lake
the head of which was crossed by {
railroad bridge.
The scene was truly beautifu
here. The little lake, bounded b.
high wooded banks, shone like .