The Dickinson press., 1894-02-03

DAWN.
II nm sure her mothers wish would
be that her daughter should be blessed
with the love Of a loving young hus.
band, as she herself was"
"But the child is 70 young" said
Francis Vane.
1T is Il fault that every day will
amend" laughed the happy young
lover. Come, sir, every bird has its
mate. Be good to us, and give your
consent"
True, true" said the unworldly,
single-minded gentleman. II loved her
rother, and 1 married her. She seemed
to me part of the sweet summer even
ing as she came walking through the
soft shadows. The gray, calm wen.
tngs bring her back, and l see her
walking in them still"
The startled look OIL Alan's face re
called him to himself.
80 you want to marry Hyacinth?"
he resumed. What does the child say?
She was a child when she left ME, and
had no thought more serious than one
about n bow of ribbon or q flower in
her hair. And you tell me that in this
short time she has grown from a child
into Il woman! What does she say?"
"She is here, SIR" said the young
lover. Il brought her with Lady Rose
dene. I wished to see you alone be-
fore you saw them. Lady Rosedene
has driven OH into the village, but Hya-
cinth is In the garden. Shall 1 bring
her to you?"
A wonderful light came over the
scholars worn, gentle face when he
saw the young girl enter the room.
She went up to him quickly, and kissed
his face, hid her W in his breast.
With his hands he raised it In all its
blushing loneliness. He held it up to
the light, and looked ut 1t with keen,
tender eyes.
'"My darling" he said, II see it is
true. You left me a child, you have re
turned q woman. A woman's love
shines in those dear eyes and trembles
on those pretty lips. Is 1t true you love
him, Hyacinth-this bonny young lover
of yours?"
she replied; and both gentlemen smiled
ut the naive admission made in those
words.
DO you love this gentleman who
| wishes to marry you, Hyacinth?" he
asked, gently, and smiled again half
sadly as he saw the red flush mounting
even to her hair.
Eyes, I love him." was the quiet an
swer, and then Francis Vane was 81.
lent.
You see, sir, that it is as 1 said. /
| will take the greatest care of Hyacinth,
I will not take her away from you. !
will be 4 son to YOU myself"
You are very good" said the scholar.
And they saw him turn his gentle eyes,
as he always did when he needed u
sci, toward the green grave under the
trees. They heard him say something
about Elsie.
After Il time he looked down ut the
fair young face lying on his breast.
MY darling" he said, you are so
young, SO many things might happen;
you might change your mind; you
might repent; and so you ought to give
me time to see that this is really love
and not fancy. At your age, child, it
is difficult to tell one from the other.
I will agree to the marriage, but 1t
must not take place until the end of
next year. l am not unreasonable in
asking this delay"
After long argument it was decided;
and Alan was forced to be content.
After all, it was not unreasonable.
She was very young, and the months
would pass quickly. How happy they
would be! He could spend nearly all
his time with her.
Lady Rosedene came in, and they had
luncheon together; then, while she rest
ed in the quiet, pretty parlor, where
fair Elsie had made such brief sun
shine, and Alan went to see that the
horses had been fed, Francis Vane and
his daughter walked cro the garden
into the church-yard, and stood by the
green grave. He laid his hand on the
fair bright head.
"Hyacinth, your mother lies here. I
often fancy l see a soft, white cloud
above the grass, and that she rests
upon it. Tell me, do you love Alan
Branston?"
|. with all my heart, father" she said.
And he knew, from the quiet, selt-c0n-
tanned tone how intense that love was.
Il should like to give you one warn
ing, child. You have experienced no love
save mine; and mine has been true.
I loved your mother while living, and
have loved quite as dearly dead. The
grave in which she lies is more to me
than the living, beating heart of any
other woman. But, Hyacinth, my dear
child, you must not expect such q love
neither go deep, 60 true, nor so
woman's lot" &
ut is mine, father" she declared, IN
q tone Of quiet conviction.
He looked sadly at her.
"You must not expect too much" he
said; 1.-THE love We give and receive on
earth is not like the love of heaven.
child, on your love-"
did you do that, father?" she ske
And he answered:
Eyes, 1t is because I did It that ! can
warn you"
"Some great poet has written that
mo warning avails in love- No warn
ing will avail. Whether my love makes
or mars my life matters little. I have
given my life with it." r
she spoke. 1t was as though the dead
would fain have warned the living.
And then father and daughter returned
to the house.
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