Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-07-27

She always hnds me out, but ran away
tonight when she was in the housekeeper's
room, and she win not come here-she
thinks there is a ghost here, told her So
Mr. Estconrt."
She looked up in my face and laughed,
then bent over the fawn, so near Inc that
her hair touched my breast. What little
sense had went utterly away from mel
could no more have helped speaking than
could have helped breathing, and kissed
the dark curls passonately and whispered:
Lady Genevieve, | love you"
"Whatp' she said, letting the roses fall,
while the red blood mounted to her brow
50 that | could see it, even in that dusky
light.
"1isten moment" said, taking hes
hand as she was about to use She let me
hold it, and SAT- with her face turned toward
the fountain as went on,
Il know very well that after have told
you this there is no more to say. know
the difference in our ranks, in our lives, as
well as you. Bnt it has not kept me from
loving you, Lady Genevieve. If you had
been lower in degree, or higher. would
have served for you longer than Jacob did
for Rachel would have won you by the
very earnestness of my devotion. As it is
can only ask you to pardon this-this
avowal. did not mean to make it. for
got everything that | ought to have re-
embered-l-I''--
I'VE have both been wrong, think. Mr.
Estcourt."
"Ilow?"
Il have forgotten, as well as you" was
the simple answer Oh, she was but
child am glad remembered that, for 1t
gave me strength to leave her-I should
not have had it else
Lady Geneyieve, | am going | owe
your father debt of gratitude. | will not
repay it baseIy. You will never see me
again. You will go into the word-be
happy-but say at least that you will not
forget me-say you will sometimes think
of me.
Indeed will"
| clasped her to my heart, her head lay
on my shoulder "A moment, and then she
raised it.
Il love you, too" she sighed Our lips
met. To this day that kiss lies warm
upon mine,
So ended my romance. 1t was twenty
years ago, as | said when first began to
speak of it, Twenty years! And the eager.
passionate boy artist know not where
he has gone, t<lt when look in the glass
see a sober-IIerhaps | should say sad
faced-man, with streaks of gray upon his
hair And yesterday, as leaned upon the
railing of the carriage drive in Hyde park,
waiting with the crowd to see the queen
after she bad opened parliament, IA familiar
face passed me, turned, hesitated and then
came nearer. held out my hand 1t was
George Cavendish, grown into stout. dig
nitied Englishman.
"Estcourt! Why, how many years has it
been since saw you?'
Twenty. believe. wonder you recog
nized me-" said as we shook hands. Just
then gentleman passed in a carriage, lifted
his hat and said Significantly;
I'VE want you in the house tonight, my
lord"
Never fear--I will be there, my lord"
was the answer. looked up surprised.
SIS the earl dead, them"
He died ten years ago, Estcourt. What
have you been doing with yourself all this
timeE"
Roaming here and there, my lord,
mot married. eh?"
II am so happy" | sighed as | thought
of c. park.
by the way" he said, as he looked up
of yours is coming"
who, my lord?"
THE Countess of B, nee Lady Gene
We've Stafford, Shall introduce you|
mo, my lord, have no reason to be
lieve her ladyship will remember me-"
managed to say.
We'll, just as you like. But | am put
ting the whole line into confusion Where
are you stopping?"
told him.
Come and dine with us next Thursday.
Eight o'clock-goodby."
He rode away; the next moment | saw
him by the side of a magnificent carriage
emblazoned with a coronet speaking to
lady who reclined languidly on the cush
ions with her parasol before her face. She
listened, the parasol dropped from her
hand and she looked searchingly among
the crowd. | lifted my hat her eyes met
mine faint color flushed her cheeks as
she bowed; then the carriage passed on
and lost sight of her. Was that the god
dess of my early dreams, that restless, am
bilious looking woman whose unquiet eye
and firm set mouth told tales of her heart
and home that made me want to weep
Poor Genevieve!-Konan Allies in New
York News.