Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1898-05-26

L4,A. 'sit. .lt.. .tl-+tA Fitht .iF AENh 49,.
G1ay. white and unconscious
John hrds'ey had tossed his ciser
away and sprung % his las-. his eyes
blazing a. book glutehei 6erceig IL
one strong waite hand
HE1-atgal Providence le mU,t7Cei,
hosrsely, face 20 face at last Ard
nov. .o help me Ee1re-. she SHAH ind
that the day ot rsl11aics IS near,
CHAPTER Va
Complications
Lurline Chadw;cke lsd departed and
peace and happiness were left in nor
place Lesley Was resi5ely HAPPY IN
her beautiful hone with kind Mrs.
Greyson, surrourda ~ adoring SER
wants, with whom SIZE had become an
immediate favorita. win her books
and music, her biria and flowers, and
dogs, she was vsH content. ana began
to dread the influx OF society. which
Mrs. Greysou assured her was newt
able.
Mr.. Ardsley had proved himself the
nothinS LEFT Unattended 10; aud al Tie
servants were fond OF him, and obeyed
his slightest injunction. Somehow he
seemed to exercise quiet. masterful
authority over the entire place, It's
young mistress not altogether excepted
Occasionally this fact occurred 10 Les
ley, and her proud, wayward spirit
ohafed and rebelled; but there was
something in the glance OF his earnest
eyes which made her own droCp. and
feeling of confidence. with sweet
sense OF protection, would steal over
her against her will.
The adjoining estate was fine old
place. called The Cedars," aud tie
Bradburas resided there--a genial, hos
pitable family from Virginia. MauGe
BredbuIn was . sprightly brunette and
che and Lesley soou became arm
friends.
Lesley had been instructed IL mus!c,
young as che was. before her mothers
death: Il did not take long e brush
up her knowledge OF the divine art,
and under the best instructors she soon
became proficient. She possessed an
exquisite voice. and many hours were
passed at the grand piano in the pret-
ty music room.
One evening she sat IN the dim twI-
light. with Mrs. Greyson nodding IN
the corner. pouring ont her very soul
In song. And she sang these words 70
q quaint, sweet air
The night hes q thousand eyes.
And the day but one
Yet the light of the whole world dies
when day is done
'@Ine mind has o thousand eyes.
And tae heart but one
Yat the y,ght OF the whole life dies
When love is done!"
As the last notes died away she lifted
her eyes, ana saw John Ardsley stand
ing at the omen door.
She started guiltily, and +ha red
blood sursed into hs. Ghcohs.I,5 the
faint twilight she vas very fair and
spirituelle, in a white dress, with one
pale lily in her pretty hair.
Mr.. Ardsley glanced In. and hesitated
as though he wished to enter. He
smiled a rare, swee; smile.
Like Paul Pry," he began, gayly. II
hope don't intrude!"
Mrs Greyson glanced up from the
depths of her easy-chaiy, and beckoned
him to enter. Lesiey's hands lay still
upon the ivory keys.
Gene in, Mr. Ards.ey!" she cried
Il an sure that you know how to
slHgl"
She always treated him as an equal;
snc could not help it 90 save her life
He came slowly TO the piano, and began
20 turn over the music which lay there
Il used to sing" he observed, "and
prefer old ballads fancy our tastes
are similar, for I see that you have
quite collection OF them. All! here
Is something exquisite, though not so
very ancient happen TO know It.
Miss Dlnsrlore, II you vonld accom-
pany me-" And ne supplemented ths
f~aeN9N W pA1~AhS hhS hiuohS IVASfN
her.
Lesley glanced at Mrs. Greysop. In
her easy lounging chair, the old LADY
had evidently started on a pilgrimage
to the land OF Nod. Lesley began 70
play @ soft, sad accompaniment
Il cannot touch his cheek,
Nor rufie, with a loving breath. hk
hair
look into his eyes--I hear him
speak
He never knows that ! am thefei
Oh, If my darling could but only know
That day and night. through all mis-
weary life,
l, whom he loved In the years long
ago,
Am with him still-his wife!
"Ah! but it cannot bel
The dead are with the ,iving--I am
here!
But no. my living love. he canpot SEQ
His dead wife, though she cling to
him, so near
] seek his eyes; / press against his
check;
hear him breathe my name in wall
ing tone;.
He calls mo--Eeiis me wife; IScannot
speak,.
He thlnks he is aIonel
This ie <the bitterness Of death;E
To kVow he loves inc, pines Iand
WgaTns for me;
To seq him. be still near him. feel &his
breath
Fan my sad check; and yet, am mot
free
ro'bid him feel. by any Salntost totSat,
That she, who never left his sfde
through life
YIo who 80 loved whom be lo3 cd
80 much
60 with him stlil--hia viPeI" ~
And standing besidoIthe piano, the
young man sang In a oice which Les
ey Dinsmore was fa''ed never tUforget
the beautiful. V.ournful thing
NIss Dinsrpr re" he asked sftF
par .se. do you believe at All
Il the supe' natural Did You ever tlee
yision?"
besi| started involuntariiy, auS
hudV cred little.
DOT" sho answered.
Then, swiftly to her memory re-
CURED the vision. which she had be-
hold th.lt flrat nighl M Chadwieko Hal.