The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1900-09-29
TOWsON, MD, SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER 1900.

fnlllp put his arm about her, and she
knew just as surely as she did in the
days that followed that she loved
Justin Seymour.
Myra, I think your conduct needs
an explanation"
''Yes, it does, said Myra, quickly,
her hands dropping from her face.
II never understood my own heart
tilltoday. Philip, do not love you !;
can never be your WIFE -
YOU do not love me, but you love
justin Seymour man who never
cares for anybody but himself--a ro-
yer on the face of the earth he is here
today, and away tomorrow, having
faith in no one, caring for no one
but himself"
Philip - came reproachfully from
Myrs's lips, but he turned away with
frowu, left the room and went in
search Of Justin Seymour.
1t was evening the same day.
miss Blaine, / am going away to-
morrow morning, too early to see you,
so I will say goodbye now"
The book Myra had been reading
fell from her hands, her heart seemed
to rise to her throat and suffocate her
as Justin Seymour hurriedly entered
the room and, making his way over
to her side, uttered the above words.
1t was true, then, what Philip had
said. This man would never care
anything for her; he was here today
and away tomorrow.
Myra struggled for composure.
'This is quite unexpected, Mr..
Seymour. Ihope we haven't failed to
make your visit here a pleasant one ?"
said Myra, looking straight before
her.
"Miss Blaine, if it will give you
any pleasure to know it, 1 am leaving
your happy home a far better man
than / was when l entered it."
Myra looked up quickly and met
the dark eyes of Justin Seymour fix
ed tenderly upon her.
"Oh, I am so glad, Mr.. Seymour !"
she cried in her old, impu1sive, earn
est manner, and, laying her hand
upon his arm, she continued II
may never again see you in this
world, Mr.. Seymour, but you will
live so that shall meet you there"
she was going to add, where we
will know no more parting"
Goodbye, Myra," was all the an
swer he made her.
His voice was husky. For a mo-
ment he held her hand in his, and the
next Myra was alone.
Myra sat in dazed state where he
left her. Again she heard him call
her Myra, again she felt his hand
trembling like leaf. And this man
cared nothing for her.
A year passed away. Myra Blaine
was visiting an aunt in distant vii
-sst istwas. SUNDAY, anu sne SAT- ,u-tne
village church by her aunt's side, sat
electrified, listening to that rich, pow
erful voice that LED the village choir
Surely, there was but one owner for
that voice.
'Who is it that leads the singing,
aunt?" said Myra, carelessly, after
services, as she walked across the
church-yard with her aunt.
"It is Mr.. Seymour. Do you like
his singing?"
"I think I know Mr.. Seymour" I"
said Myra, instead of answering her
aunt's question. "Has he lived here
long?"
"This is his native place. He was
away from here quite while, though.
He must have sowed his wild oats
while he was away, for since he came
back he is changed man. There is
his mothers grave"
Myra paused before the handsome
monument which her aunt pointed
out, on which was inscribed that SIM
ply, but most beautiful of all names,
my Mother"
II will remain here little while,
aunt said Myra, and her aunt left
her.
How long she stood there leaning
against the railing she did not know.
She was reused by the sound of a
footstep on the gravel walk near her.
She was not in the least surprised,
but he drew back as if doubling his
eyesight. Myra held out her hand.
"Mr. Seymour, this is, indeed, a
strange meeting"
Mrs. Aymer, was all he said, as
he took her proffered hand.
my name is not Mrs. Aymer
am still Myra Blaine" said Myra,
smiling.
''You are not Mrs. Aymer - cried
Justin, his eyes beaming with delight.
Before bade you goodbye that
evening a year ago Philip told me
that you were to be his wife in a few
weeks"
''Philip Aymer told an untruth.
was nothing to him that night. The
engagement between him and me was
broken that morning." said Myra,
with downcast eyes and blushing
cheeks.
He took courage from the expires
sion of her face. Her hand was still
in his, and he put his arm about her
now.
"Myra, here at my mothers grave,
let me tell you that it was because ]
loved you that left you so abruptly
that evening. Icould not stay to see
you his wife"
"And it was because / loved you a
year ago that / refused to marry
him. said Myra, softly.
And at last here pure love was
crowned with happiness.-Mew YO,h
Meas.
THE FOLLOWING letter was receiv-
ed at a postofice, recently: EFF my
son, John, is in Georgia please write