The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-06-04

PART I.
a LOVE STORY

"Men weary of the tale of Troy, but
never of the tale of Love-" SO pass
by Col. Dent, leaning on his sword and
talking OF his tremendous pilgrimage
through battleflelds, to tell the story
of his daughter Katherlnes love affair.
When It began they were living at Bor-
oughbridge, in a house exceeding old,
even in that ancient town. 1t was part
of an Augustine abbey; and the garden
had yet a monkish air of sweet and
lonely retirement. In the twilight 1t
was an eerie place, full of moth-like
wings, and the low twitter of sleepy
birds.
But Katherine loved the lonely spot,
and one sweet June night she fingered
there longer than usual. Its old-world
memories impregnated her like a per-
fume, and she was full of vague SYM
pathies, when she passed into the
house. A hat and a pair of riding gloves
lay on the hall table, but she had no
doubt they belonged to DR.. Lowe-the
physician who visited her father every
highland there was not the slightest
premonition in her heart, as she passed
from the dim stairway, into the lighted
parlor. Yet when she entered 1t, a man
stood there, who was to influence all
her after life.
my daughter Katherine, DR.. Kens-
ALL" said the colonel, proudly; and
Katherine and DIR. Kensall bowed and
glanced at each other That glance was
the first sympathetic movement of soul
to soul. What he saw was a woman tall
and slender, with a beautiful counten-
ance, dreamy eyes, a smiling mouth,
and air like some old-fashioned por-
trait. What she saw was a fair-faced
Saxon, with a sensitive blush, large
gray eyes, and a curious attitude of
resignation, as If he felt life to be a. sad
business, and the less said about IL
the better.
After he had gone away the colonel
explained the visit "Dr. Love-" he
said, has very wisely secured a young
assistant. l like him. He is clever
He understands my case. 1 wish Lowe
would send him here always" and the
colonel so cleverly translated this wish
into actuality, that DR.. Kensalrs visits
soon became a matter of course.
How does Love grow? Who can
tell? AT first 1t was only through
the most ordinary courtesies it
made a way for itself between the doc
tor and Katherine; then, one day, there
was a meeting Of their hands, and the
next day, meeting of their eyes. And
can anyone describe what may some
times be seen in the eyes of maiden,
or the delicious sensation of the man
who looks into them to find 1t there? At
first Katherine resolved to think no
more Of the young doctor, and still she
continued thinking; and every day she
Was more in love with him. The Sc
renty of virginia. indifference warmed
SptA o.,1xr ,,,ta
then, one evening-they knew not how
they met in each others arms. Not
a word was said, and yet everything
was confessed and understood; while
in a kiss full of mutual rapture each
felt all that can only be felt once in a
lifetime.
Words came later though there was
no need of them. Love is known in a
moment. If man had never seen the
sun, he would know the sunshine when
he did see it; nor would he be long in
finding words to express his joy and
admiration. 1t was thus with Robert
Kensall. Love made him eloquent; he
found glowing words to tell his love,
and to plead for love in return. For
a few weeks they were divinely happy;
they took no thought for the future,
and the joy of the present was all suf-
ficing.
But happiness is surrounded by
thorns, touch II on what side you will
The colonel began to wonder, and then
to suspect. Katherine grew more and
more lovely and happy; he grew more
and more silent and somber. He would
ask no questions. for he feared the an
swers to them; neither would he watch
his daughter, his nature was too hon.
orable and soldierly for that. And yet
the fear and suspense made him sick,
body and soul. He told himself that
only Love could have made Katherine's
beauty so radiant, and her heart so
joyful; and into their secluded life no
one but DR.. Kensall had come often
enough, and familiarly enough, to win
a girl so maidenly and so sensible.
This idea having entered his mind,
everything confirmed it. Then he be-
gan to hate the young man. He was
really jealous OF him, and jealousy Is
much the same passion, whether il
dwell in the heart of a parent or a
lover. His daughter was the apple OF
his heart; he could not bear to think
of life without her. On his return from
India, ten years previously, he had tax,
en- her from school, and ever since
there had been but one thought be.
tween them. That a nobody like DIR
Kensall should try to slip into the ex.
elusive Druidical circle of his family
enraged him, and he was at Length
hotly impatient TO speak his minC
about 1t. He watched the clock for his
arrival, but the doctor came not al
the usual hour. Then he went to the
window and ais he stood there he
heard a sound OF singing in the gar.
den, and saw Katherine and her lover
coming hand In hand between the bare
shrubbery, a love song warbling ir
their throats. The sight made hin
very wroth, and every moments delay