Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1899-01-27


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she could gaze across "a valley Of dim,
smoke wreathed figures which the
moving marvel Of form aud color Dc.
hned as u ballet. she acted and moved
as though In n dream world.
| What they Witnessed need not be de-
| tailed, Is II not written In the daily
papers, Suffice IL to tell that Sylvia
remained Obvious to all BrrintOn's
hints as to the lapse OF time until h.
murluured that the hour neared II.
safely in the hanson speeding home.
ward, Sylvia returned to earth ngaIh,
and sighed n that she felt like Cinder,
ella In having to leave the ball at ita
height, And Brunt0u tentatively sug.
gcst"d that there nad been no prince AZ
her ball; whcreupon Sylvia avowed
hastily that OF course he was tho
prince-tbcn faltered AMI blushed.
After that II must be confessed that
the trees ringing Regents Park wit
messed some cnllow love making
Yes, Sylvia was sorry, very very
sorry, he was going, and perhaps when
he returned In three years he would
have forgotten herr And Brunton was
equally convinced OF his own faithful,
ness hut feared the strain OF time AMI
absence Oh hers.
Brunton thought he would like their
next meeting to take place, as this on.
had, In garden; and Sylvia remen,
Dered that certain green door In tina
high wall encircling her GRANDMOTHER
grounds opened on quiet side road.
IL WAS quite near; they could drive
round that way and she would point
II out
Thereafter the stars witnessed a sol.
emn compact that. that day three
years. NJ the same hour, Sylvia would
unlock the green door TO give Brunt0l
entrance.
They were very much In earnest.
Two real tears glistened IN Sylvias
eyes AZ she spoke OF the years that thu
green door must remain closed. And
Brunton's voice got husky, and he had
difficulty In rendering his farewelia
az many ms he would have wished.
Re-enterlng Mrs. Derrick's garden
cautiously. the culprits had scarce
gained the safe vantage OF the shrub.
berry before encountering an emissary
In search Of Sylvia. Lady Martingala
was going, had been going for quite
her granddaughter wee to seek!
Athwart the little green door the
standing In the near shadow OF An lex.
would willingly have dropped the com
Ing hour out OF HIS life.
Since his return to England a few
days before, the memory OF this ap.
preaching designation had perslstentIy
required to him. Az a man OF honor.
he knew he dare not shirk II. And yet
how painful to be forced to see Sylvia,
to look into those Innocent, trustful
eyes.-for OF her constanCy he had no
d0ubt--aDd confess how he had chang
ed, and to tell boldly that their meet,
Ing had proved but an incident, OF no
moment In the ordering OF his life.
lie must undeceive her as tenderly a.
possible, speak OF Eleanor regretfully.
at least not let Sylvia guess how en-
tirely happy their union WAS, or that
abe, Sylvia, had long ceased to h.
aught but pretty, sentimental re.
membrane to him.
Even ~ he scbooled himself distant
clock struck the hour, and with the
first faint chime came the steady sound
Of an opening lock She was there!
Gently turning the handle, he passed
through thfe green door and entered
Lady Martingale's garden. Beside the
great stone basin Of the old fountain
stood Sylvia, the moonlight sparkling
on her hair, and adding An ethereal
glamour to the sheen OF her robe.
A swift pang smOte him az he saw
that as when they first met, she wore
white, forgetting that he, too. had
sought to recapture his former aspect
for her view,
Her eyes met his In questioning Ap-
peal, and for IA moment mad rush
Of pity, romance. affection, call II what
you will, overcamc him, and, spring.
Ing forward, he caught her hands
"Sylvln"
eyes"
you had not forRottenf"
mo. And yOuT
II am here"
After the greeting there fell n sense
OF constraint. which Brunton realized
WAS not all Of his own making. She
was lovely, even more lovely than VI
yore-taller, too, with the lapse Of
years-and with an added something
in her expression that was new Ia
him.
Behind them the fountain Bplashed
and murmured. Then Sylvia broke the
silence, speaking as II In answer TO his
thoughts.
"YOu-you have changed-are not thu
same. OF course, you look older and
bronzed Il don't mean that. But there
10 something else your manner"
Brunt0n felt there was no escape
for him. He must tell her, and al
once.
Sylvia" he began. breathlessly.
three years u Il long time"
"Oh, yes; is II notT' she interposed.
eagerly.
And you know, ones circum.
stances alter-new people intervene"
Eyes, yes; 10 they do"
Her unexpected acQuiescence WAS
disconcerting, but he doggedly stumbl'
ed on.
"And Sylvia, I wish to tell yOu-i
know II seems mean and cruel-but
last year / met Eleanor, and"
Hush. interrupted Sylvia. sudden
ly raising her hand, aud turning In all
attitude Of listening expectancy to,
ward the lighted windows Of the house
visible across the eIpanse Of lawn.
As they paused. mute, from an open
casemate came feeble cry-vsRue
plalntlve, sending Its message into the
night.
Sylvia's eyes sought BruntoDs-hip
wondering. hers lambert with maternal
ecstasy.
my babyr she said.
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