The Dickinson press., 1894-01-20

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II never would" said Hyacinth, with
q charming air of decision. MY father
says there can be no true marriage
without love-"
'Of curse not" allowed Lady Rose
dene, remembering his faithful love,
and feeling perplexed how to answer.
Gould any n love n man simply
high position?"
"For those reasons alone. certainly
not" answered Lady Roselenc.
Then, II he Is not 10 be loved for
them, he should not be married for
Them" was the triumphant declara-
ton.
"Hyacinth," said Lady Rosadene,
gravely, do not make what I honestly
believe to be the greatest mistake any
woman eve makes; do not let your
whole life turn upon love. Child, when
I made up my mind to enjoy Ike, 1
said to myself that I must forego all
love. I know we elders may teach and
may preach; you younger people listen
with a smile; but, believe me, love las
far more pain than pleasure. 1t is a
fever that burns, but never cools-a
rack on which its victim ia always
stretched--a serpent that stings-a flow
er with sharpest thorns-a precipicc
hidden by fair blossoms-a blessing &C.
my father says It Is heavens gift to
man," remarked Hyacinth.
MY dear few men love as your
father has loved. AS n general rule, 1
believe the men make the women they
love supremacy happy for a short timl
and supremely miserable ever after
ward. Hyacinth, be advised by me;
do not let love spoil your life. You
have beauty; you may win position,
rank, wealth. everything that makes
life bright. Try for that-try to marry
some n who can make you rich and
respected, who can give you diamonds,
carriages, horses. an opera box, country
houses and town mansions-never mind
| love"
Something like wondering gravity
came over the lovely childlike face.
You are very kind, Lady Rosedene,'
she said; but I shall never follow your
advice. II I marry for anything it will
be for love-love such as my father
reads and thinks Of"
Lady Rosedene threw up her hands
In comic dismay.
Tell me what You think love ISL" she
asked.
A shy sweet smile dimpled the fresh
mouth, the golden head dropped; then
the fair face was raised proudly.
If I tell you, you will only laugh and
soy, as you always do, that I am SIM
pie, or original, or something Of that
kind. Yet I will tell you. I think love
Is something SO beautiful that no words
can tell what 1t resembles; no words
have power to describe It. What the
ful1llment Of it must be I cannot saw.
when the very dawn of it, even the
faintest fOrcshadowing, makes the soul
tremblc."
MY dear Hyacinth!" cried Lady
Rosedene; but Hyacinth did not pause.
1T Is usual in your world" she went
on, ITO laugh ut love, to sneer at It, to
make 1t s%ubservient to everything else.
to make it a plaything or a toy, SO that
1t can never ennoble man or woman:
but to me it seems like the crown that
blesses and gl0rifies q little. I hope It
will crown mine. And whenever I
marry, Lady Rosedene-that is, IL / do
marry-it will be for love, and love
Alone"
Il can only say then that I earnestly
nope the love will full on the right per-
son." replied Lady Rosedene.
That will be as heaven Wills" said
Hyacinth. MY father says marriages
are made in heaven. He often tells me
about the summer evening when he
nrst saw my mother. The sun was set
ting, and he heard a sound Of sweet
music; and then from the church porch
came q quiet. gentle figure that was
K the very revelation of love to him.
He told n that the love which filled
his heart then al the same which
will fill his soul when he meets my
mother in heaven"
The sweet voice died in q soft, low
sigh. Lady Rosedene looked up gravity.
I'VE look at love from different
points of view," she said. II have
studied 1t in a balt-room-you by the
side of a grave"
"J'here is another difference" OBJ
served Hyacinth, gently. "Your love
changes with every fashion-it never
lasts a l~ifetime-while such as my faith
er speaks Of begins on earth only to
end in heaven"
Lady Rosedcne sighed. She looked
with wonder ut the young girl, SO in
experienced in life, yet gifted with
knowledge SO much more profound
than her own-with wisdom 80 much
more sweet and simple. She said no
more; but after that conversation she
never spoke to Hyacinth Vane again
about making q good match.
Every day she became more popular,
was more beloved. The sweet, simple
wisdom she had learned from her
father seemed to be part Of her beauty.
It was new to those about her, MS was
the fair lovliness of her young face.
One night when the lilies and roses
were sleeping, and the world lay at
rest-when the moon shone bright, and
the nightengales sung in the green
heart Of the woods, Hyacinth Vane laid
her head on the white pillows and
dreamed the dreams that come TO the
young and happy-dreams in which the
bright moonlight foreshadowed a gold
en- halo that was to fall around her-a
handsome face, which yet she could not
see-strong arms that were to clasp
her, but whose grasp was shadowy-a
low voice that whispered tender words
none Of which were plain to her
dreams that were fragments Of beauty,
music and song.
She woke with the glow Of them
upon her. The sun was shining full
on her window; the ringdoves were
cooling; there was not even one white
cloud in the blue sky; the whole bright
laughing world seemed to call her to
new life and new light.
1T seems to me-" SAYS Hyacintb
Vane, as she threw open the iatticed
window to let in the perfumcd air
that something is going to happen to.
day"
There was a stir in the youthful soul
"a new sensation Of life and happi.
ness-was 1t only the brightness OF the
summer day, the warmth of the srD
the fragrance of the flowers; or was II
the SHADOW of coming fate resting on
the clear young soul?
Inc sun rose on many mornings for
ner; Dut morning never dawned for her