Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-06-19

tence which she had rendered miSera-
BILE; or had vowed that henceforth
woman's smile would be gall and
worm wood; or pleaded that she had
shorn their manhood of it's strength,
and rendered their life a burden.
This one did none of these things.
While his strength was yet his he saw
and met the danger.
GA week hence" she said to her
self, bitterly, "and the flame might
SINCE him. Now his wings are all
unscorched. He does not say I love
you'll He says, In time might love
you"
Was he then to win so easy a vic
tory? Not SO.
ssLet us go home," she interrupted,
with little SILVER. cit is growing
chilly"
"Sydney, is this my answer"
"Your answer?'' with an assump-
ton of surprise. III was not aware of
any question"
"You shall not even have this ex-
cuse. Will you be my wife?'
His voice was stern now-stern to
harshness-and his grasp frightened on
her hand.
'sYou hurt me, Mr.. Hunter" she
complained petulantly, making an eff
fort to withdraw her fingers.
Instantly he released her.
81 see that have hurt you," he re-
1,o
idle oars. "Pardon me-" he contin-
ued, "I will not ever again"
A few bold strokes and the boats
keel grated on the shore. Ten minu-
tes later, and the two reappeared in
their hostess tastefully appointed sa-
loon.
A group of men instantly gathered
about Miss Allison. Never had her
laugh rung out more clearly, her gay
sallies of wit and repartee had been
more sparkling; but even from time
to time, her eyes roved restlessly to
the open window, where, on the part
ere beyond shown the red light from
a mans cigar.
1t was still there, still cleaning,
when she had gone up to her own
room She crossed to the window to
pull down the shade, but stood a
minute, fascinated, motionless."
CATER tonight he will forget me-"
she murmured, sadly. "And II
shall remember him forever"
Then, as though sudden truth had
burst upon her, she drew down the
shade-to throw herself, with quick,
impetuous motion, prone upon the
couch, and weep the first heart-tears
she had ever she'd.
'sThe drama is ended-Miss Allison
has refused him! This was the gener
al verdict, when, twenty four hours
later, Bayard Hunter babe his hostess
adieu, and withdrew to town on plea
of sudden business. Of course the
news reached Syduey's ear.
1T have not refused him." she said,
aloud. "Not even that satisfaction is
mine,' she added to herself-"nor
ever will be! 1t was only the might |
have been!"'
He was not the man, she knew full |
well ,. to plunge desperately into firta-
ton, or to associate his name at once
with another woman's, or to retire
later or rise earlier, or in any way
disturb the even tenor of his way.
The difference between them was only
this, his wound was healing, perhaps |
already healed, but he would bear it's
scar to the grave; hers was Tester
ing sore, which hurt the more that she
had let the physician who might work
it's cure pass her by.
The summer waned to a close. Ma
ture had lent autumn it's wondrous
paint-bo and magic brush and noun
tain and hillside were converted there
by into glorious beauty. Then came
King Frost, first to heighten by his
touch, then to kill, followed by win
5er's tagging footsteps, mercifully
oeaming the exquisite white shroud
IF snow to cover up all signs of de-
VISITATION and decay.
The season in the gay world was at
is height. Occasionally, murmurs
the debutantes for it's honors
lrose at the fact, that, though Miss
Allison's fourth winter, her former
uccess paled in it's most effulgent
light.
She and Bayard Hunter constantly
net. She almost wished he might
void her; but at their first chance
he had approached with
utstretched hand.
Chow charmingly you are looking,
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