The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1894-07-13
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A rustling drew him from his revery
and he turned his head. There s'ood
Cecile, who had followed him. Her
eyes were riveted on her husband. She
had read the name, s.Denise," and the
age, "fifteen years." and bad guessed
the truth. He rose trembling. not
daring to speak to his wife or take her
hand. Like child detected in fault,
he stole away, quilted the cemetery,
and took path leading he cared not
whittier.
For long time he wandered through
feds and by-places, not having courage
to return to the Inn. He was afraid to
meet Ceclle. Loving and JEALOUS as she
was, she must now be furious! or per-
haps disconsolate, which would be still
worse. What he had concealed was
now clear to her as the light. She was
aware that he had loved a young girl,
and that he had loved hor tenderly,
since he was now weeping on her ac-
count. Perhaps she might have par.
doned the old love, but she would nev-
er pardon the tears which the old love
revived. He anticipated the sharp re-
proaches with which she would receive
him.
He could plead that this juvenile af-
fection had left but vague, fading
memory, renewed for the moment by
the visit to the old town, and finding
expression at tte almost forgotten grave.
Was there tie slightest resemblance
between the transient, vanishing dream
of a chl'd, and the real, arden4, un-
quencbable passion that he had exper-
fenced for her? What jealous. jealous
ola little girl snat,hed away before the
ripening of her lips or her heart! What
folly.
But vain would be all such argu-
ments. She would not listen and
would repeat IN tears: you loved her!
You loved her You love her still"
Or, what would be infinitely worse, she
would not utter a word, and would
freeze his heart by the scowls of an un-
forgiving woman.
However, he could not remain all
day in the country. 1t was necessary
to return to the inn, where G cile must
have been long wait ng.
He searched for the way aud found
it. Having taken the resolution he
commenced wa king rapidly; but as he
neared the village slackened his pace.
Then he took a full hour in passing
through the streets, AID at least ten
minutes in mounting the stairs.
On reaching the door his heart was
beating frightfully. H. entered. Alas!
what was she going to say, if she con-
descended to speak at all? He was
mute, expecting passionate words or
cruel sill nee.
Astonish nenl. Sh, ldressed him in
her sweetest voico;
':Ah! here you are again, my DEAR"
Her cheek was extended with smile.
What! Wasn't she angry? Wash she
sorrowful? He cou'd see a slight red
ness in her eyes as though she had been
weeping.
"Perhaps,' tn ough, he, 'she didn't
read the inscription on the slab.'
Another astonishment! On the table
lay large clusters of viii e, sweet-scent-
ed roses and lilies, such as the florist
brings for festal occa sion.
He. asked in stammering way:
"Why! Cecile, what are all these
flowers for?
'Oh!' she replied 10 still sweeter
tones, "didn't you no"ice tn 1t the grave
in the cemetery looked bare and dis
NAL. These flowers, r R,ger, are for you
to take TO Denise"
Falling on his knees he b1rst into
tears.
dearest WIFI, how considerate you
are to me, and how good to the poor
little one who fell asleep so loang! Yes
| will take these flowers to her, or
rather, we will take them to5eth ~
ooh, no!'' sail Cecile.
Then she ad lei with smile ming
led with trace of sadness:
you see, my dear, all of us, even
children AMI the departed, are little
jealous. If should 60 with you Den
lse might be less satisfied to have the
flowers on her grave
ETIQUETTE or i CUP or TEA.
The etiquette pertaining to tea drink
ing in China is curious. If lady asks
you to drink tea with her, and espec-
tally if the tea be sweetened, you Can
count yourself as well received and
much llkel. If she does not like you
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