Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1900-04-26

/ "GlnOrd, nave you ever uOllctu llla'
when any great thing is going to hap
pen, any event which will leave behind
ii one of those tender regrets which
haunt a life like the joy of dream
which passes in waking, nature seems
to put on the half mourning OF grayY'
The red is dying out of the sea, and
the sky has grown gray. See, the mists
are creeping up the cliff, and they are
gray, too"
1T is nature mourning the event
which is coming to pass with u.s."
He moved again, uncomfortably. All
this was so much in the nature of what
he had planned to say himself. He felt
a curious sensation of having passed
through all this aeon before, and re.
scented it all vaguely.
what event can come TO pass with
us? Nothing can come to US tonight
but from ourselves. We are alone.
The world has folded us together"
AS though to disproye his statement,
two men, two blatant tourists, passed
behind them, talking of cathedrals and
| table d'hotes. Clifford leant back in
his seat with protest against the un.
| seemliness of events.
But from ourselves" Her voice was
soft, and there was a tone of COM
placent pity in it, either for herself or
for him, which was disturbing.
I'VE have watched the sun set for
many evenings; we have felt the cool /,
of the air off the sea; we have sat here |
while the earth fell asleep and the stars |
erept out into the sky for their vigil /
Why should there be sorrow for US to-
night?" 1t was not at all what he had .
meant to have said, but it seemed .
forced from him by the course she had
taken.
They must be so tired" she said,
dreamily.
"Who?" he asked, wonderingly.
"The stars, coming out at night and
looking down at the same earth 81
ways" 7,
They are constant" he asserted. "a
gloomily.
Yes, but so tedious. Don't you think ,
that constancy always is tedious?"
mo"
81 think il argues a small mind. You I
see anyone can love one thing for all :
ways-it becomes a habit and there is I
no merit in it,"
"Love?" I
ayes. suppose the stars love the q
earth or they wouldn't spend their time {
watching it, would they?"
81 think you are wandering from q
your original position" II
81 am not so sure that l am. We were y
talking about sorrow and grayness /
Clifford, do you know that we must @
part tonight" d
"Part?" he said, starting rather too Z
dramatically. She had taken the ball I
bodily away from him, and there was r
no other position left to him but that Of a
the broken-hearted lover. II had arts
tic possibilities, though, he reflected
Yes, part. It is very sad, but we
shall each have a pleasant memory to
look back upon" I
at will be a painful one for me-"
perhaps so, but it will be quiet. +
tender sort of pain which
will be almost pleasant. We have been -,
all in all to each other for three weeks, :,
which is a very long time"
at has passed like a moment Of sun
shine" a
THAT shows how pleasant II has y
been. Really, when one comes TO think ~
IF II, three weeks pleasure is more
han we could reasonably have expect a
I'd in this world" q
you have never felt for me what l u
have felt for you"
"Yes, | think I have. II Is rather
lifficult to determine, because we have =,
no standard Of comparison" =,
"And that is why you dressed in q
yray2" e
at was a compliment to your artistic
Of the fitness of things" a
"A foretone of my life?" %,
"Yes. The trimmings are Of soft "
pink"
They got up and sJrolled in silence
owards the lights Of the town. The
nurmur Of many voices came TO them Ct
IN the air. Some bats were flying heav-
lv, and the band was still playing in Q
he distance
let us part here" she said.
"Yes, il is better so. Here we are
llone-before us is the world, I shall ,
70 into the world leaving my soul here
imong the mists"
1T is a great pity, but it is fate" she
aid with a keen delight in the ro-
nance of the parting.
"Good-by," he said, and they parted. I
\ little later he lit a cigar and laughed. =
st Paurs
Young America.