Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1896-04-03

DOn your she salu lauRnlnRly as Sne
handed him a cup of coffee. "But you are
IA faithful soldier all the same hope"
1t pleases you to be merry tonight" he
answered quietly.
"Hpve you ever read Mrs. Brownings
Mask, Arthur" she said GLOW little
men understand women, after all You
should know that the thing we seem to be
is often only n cloak to hide what we are
really feeling. But there, we tabooed
| feelings for tonight"
Ibid we? only remember promising to
say nothing to reproach you, and shall
certainly keep my word. Indeed l will
praise you. 1t was awfully good of you to
let me come and-and have one evening
like those in Ostend. Do you renember?'
He leaned back and went on dreamily: 81
suppose every man has some particular
way in which he pictures the woman he
loves | always thought of you on bal
cony in a white dress surrounded by flow
ers and looking-well, as you look tonight.
l shall remember you always so.
Esme looked up in surprise. There
seemed a resignation in his tone which
had not been there three hours before.
'Arthur. your experience as "A man of
the world must tell you that in IA few years
your feelings will calm down You will
come to London, and we shall meet as
friends
He looked across at her curiously.
You speak to me rs II man Of the world
1 know am speaking to II woman of the
world. not to the Esmr of three wears ago
! But even from your calm standpoint Of II
woman Of the wo.ld yuu are wrong adj
NIT that u man love might calm down.
as you say, even Wcrc il T. strong rs mine.
if he reached lis goal, hun tle removal of
! the prize beyond his reach makes him long
for it moro ficrccy. such AT least is my
case. You see, dearest, we feel 80 differ
emily. / could never Lear Ia see you AN
other mans wife, and therefore shall
never como near you again. You believe
that my love will cool down. l know now
that it never will, and prefer to end it a.
its height. not to see 1t die II slow death
! by the stages '' .Lcrtion, regard, indiilcr-
ence.'
END it," said Esme. "What do you
mean?'
Il mean that after tonight shall never
see you again, according TO your own
vish'-
arthur" she broke in, you misun-
dcrstaud mo. l meant only until YOU could
see mo without-without loving me"
That will be never, dear he said
"and as | am never to see You again am
glad to have seen you for the last time as
l liked to SEQ you best, as | always pictur-
ed You in my heart ~
You are getting sentimental, - she said.
! with a forced laughed. Your coffee will
be cold.
Arthur took the cup and poured a few
drops from u small green bottle into it.
Excuse m", he said. Il had nasty
touch Of fever II few weeks ago and take
my drops in my tea or coffee like an old
woman.
Fever, Arthur" She bent forward
and looked at him eyes, you look bag
gard and i'll. | did not notice it this aft
crnoon l wish you would not go back to
that horrid India. Why don't you take
moro care Of yourself2 Are you going on
to London now:'
"Oh, do not talk of mel" the man said
hurricdly. Tell me about yourself.
What have you been doing all these years?
Have You bccn in Ostend AGAIN."
mo, she answered gently Il never
cared To 90 bacl, there.
Then you really remembered and cared
E,mc:" The pain in his voice WAS terri
bic to hear, but he suddenly recovered
himself. "This is qTite like one of those
evenings. We only want the music" ho
added in different tone.
a silence fell between them for n few
minutes. They seemed unable to talk cx-
ccpt ON the subject they both wished to
avoid Suddenly, rs though in answer to
Arthur's wish for music, tho curtain ON
the lower balcony was again drawn back,
and Paul de Jacrschky stepped out
'Ah, " he said gently, 'on such "A night
there is but one song, mia cara and his
glorious voice burst forth with passionate
feeling into that sung-the wonderful love
song that has touched so many hearts;
"Havc you forgotten, love, go soon that night
that lovely night in June,
When down the tide. so idly dreaming, We
foatcd where the moon lay glcaningf
My heart was weary and oppressed with some
sweet longing half confessed
When, like an answer to my signing, your hand
in mine was gently lying.
o love. that last, long look that metz Can YOU
forget? Can you forS'ty'
Esme hent forward with a sudden OK
preston of agoEy and buried her face in
her hand. My God, not that-not that -
she murmurcd. a great trembling shook
the man opposite her, but no restrained
himself, and drinking down his coffee
with one gulp, he loaned back in his chair
with closed eyes Meanwhile the great
singer went on:
that night we vowed by heavens own
moon,
That night Of nights our troth we plighted for
all eternity unitedl
Then first knew your heart. my heart, one
life, one soul, no more to partl
All, then / said what e'er bctide u.s. no, death
itself shall not divide us!
All. lovely, lovely night Of Junel Can you for
get 50 sOon-su soonT'
"Arthur, Arthur" cried Esme kneel-
ing down beside him, ~ have been mad
have been foolish | cannot forget
Love is tho one thing in this world
Rank, money, are nothing l do love
you'll l will wait Why do you not speak,
love-" she cried as the man sat motionless
"Will you not tako mo in your arms kiss
me, say you forgive me?" His hand fell
from her grasp. The truth dawned upon
her.-St. Paul's
A Miser'a Wish.