Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-08-19

and that he is thinking oil sometn,aa 20.
removed from the soft evening scene that
surrounds him.
The morrow passes; the day dies. Night
comes on apace and covers every thing. At
the Grange the fiddles are sounding, bright
forms are moving to and fro: the air IS
heavy with the breath of dying flowers. 1t
Is ii O'Clock. and the ball is well Segun: the
ing gently.
Down I'm the cottage girl is standing
IN white gown at one of the open win
COWS, and is gazing eagerly and with sad
straining eyes at certain lights that two
miles away can be seen distinctly through
the still haze of the summer night
and regardless of everything but tie mo-
ment. 1t is most natural. is 1t not? What
Is there else for him to think rf2 She her
self, how dearly she would like to be there
too, She glances at her gown, and tells
herself that almost she might have gone
ana then she shrinks within herself. and
refuses to confess even to her own heart
That 1t would have been agony 10 her 10
have appeared badly dressed bcfore-be-
fore-oh! many people!
She signs impa tiently. and The tears gath
er IN her eyes and blot out she lights Shin
ing gayly so far away: they blot out too. a
dark Inquire that, advancing rapidly through
Ihe few shrubs. enters the sc sond open
window and. crossing the room. Is at her
si1e before she has time to recogaize him.
NJ Is George Norwood, OF ,ourse-a little
slishtIy Ir1 his run and With his Eair
possible In his handsome eyes.
Monica, moving backward. involuntarily
SEXES the curtain with one hand and stares
at him almost affrightedly. Her attitude
reminds him of that happy moment when
first he saw her. Before ne mas time to
speak she recovers herself ami says. with
a poor attempt at coldness:
what has brought you here?"
GU KNOW, replies he calmly; IAN ever
Voice again Your face wss 10 tesr your
ner. smiling at me-your voice was clearer
than the band. and called me iacessant.y
/ have Gomez
He sinks into the chair with all the air
OF man who intends to make II his rest
ing place for the remainder of The evening
Where Is Juiia?' asks she. rerroof in
her voice, unmistakable gla1less IN her
great cleaning eyes. She mas a heavy
spray OF scarlet geranium in the bosom Of
her white gown. 1t rises md falls ner-
vainly to be stern and angry.
Il don't know-I don't care Dancing, I
suppose
Go back to her. won't nave you here.
Go back TO her at once"
Won't says Mr.. Norwood.
But 1 desire you. exclains she, with a
or course, If you turn me out, / shall
have TO CO. says George Norwood, with
out showing the falntest symptom OF an
intention to depart; but / certainly
Julia"
Monica's breath comes a little quickly:
throat
You ought to be with the woman you
mean to marry" she says slowly.
entirely agree with YOU" says Nor
wood with the utmost vivacity. '.Rut
that wouldn't drive ME back 20 .he Grange.
snail never marry Julia"
You don't know what you are saying"
says Monica, shrinking sui farther IRON
him.
Il do. Quite well. 1 ought to have said
IT before, but tonight have made up my
lU. Il raf ma 1 ehnn
marry any woman-neveri ~ 1arLDs,
cont s shrink from me; say You love me.
say Mn il1M0n Yea; say say it" -.
girl, as, white as death. with Doth ii,nos
she Keeps him away from her. 1T is Ten
Thousand year You shall not do this
thins. In the morning you will think"
As 1 do now" interrupts he. And as
thought yesterday morning., and every
morning during the past week-that /
nothing of filthy lucre'
The pressure Of the hands that repuIse
MN is not SO strong now. Embroidered by
with renewed spirit:
We shall be poor, You know; bat you
sald once You thought seven hun ired a
year quite enough TO live on. Yoa can't
go back of that now You sqii also ,nat
IL would be disGraceful and contemplate
act on the part Of any man to marry one
woman when he loved another. You can't
get OUT OF that, either, and 1 am not going to
look either disgraceful or contemplate in
the only eyes 1 worship"
Inc hands nave grown quite reasonable
nov, ana indeed have slipped from his chest
To his shoulders.
Monica, 1 am yours. whether you like
II or not You must try and make the best
or me-, he says very humbly MY be-
loved, 1 can only promise to be a good hus-
band to you till death US do part"
DO not talk of DEATH" she whispers
No? Shall We not pray that we may die
the same day, and be buried in the same
grave But living or dying, my own darl-
yours"
The hands have slipped a little higher I'D.
and now, with faint but heavy sigh that
Is ilnost sob, she twines them round his
neck ana lays her soft cheek against his.
lou must imagine good many aster-
isks here and then We go on.)
How was Julia looking?" asks she pres-
entity. They are now sitting close together
very close indeed-upon the patriarchal
SOFA that certainly has seen better days.
not be more contented with it.
very handsome, replies he with the
most satisfactory Indifference. "Tcily reg
ular. splendidly null sort of business. No
soul and too much flesh. Ny angel YOU
have saved me. To think that only for YOU
1 might have married her: should. to
Know what love meant then"
At this juncture there is no mistaking
he knows what love means now.
IF you should ever be sorry about this. /"
says Monica nervously.
Nonsense darling: you Know you are
miles too good for me. / hope You will
never be sorry, that's all; Monica"-v.st-
1ully-,are you certain, positive, that you
really love me?"
Il am as sure of it as that we are sitting
here, says Miss Norwood solemnly
further demonstration that they now
really know what love meanst
do you know I'm awfully hungry" saws
George presently, without the smallest
shame or recollection that oeople IN ngNels
never eat anything when flled with the
tender passion.
Are YOU? DO you know so am I. but
naively. The servants are IN bed am
afraid. but there is cold chicken in the ra n
try. and
Let US go for IL ourselves" saws George
AS we are going to set up hoiIsek.euing
on limited scale the sooner We learn how
TO lay table and help ourselves the
better"
Il don't believe there is any sherry"
says Miss Norwood. blushing generously
tion-"beer"
IF there is one thing on earth love It
Is beer" says George Norwood.
There now, murmurs sne rep-oachfllly.
And just this moment you told me you
And SO ] do. you and you only" declares
he fervently.
More asterisks!
The key of the beer is always kept be-
the oil painting of her grandmother he had
admired on the first day q his arrival
That's good thing to know returns
well. take It down for me now: it viii
be lesson. You will know exactly where