Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1900-09-20
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Il have been happy too she said;
but there was no confusion or embar-
rassment in her manner 1T is pleas
ant talking to people Of ones own age
they have $50 much more sympathy
/ than ones elders. / have told you my
name" she added suddenly; III
want to think OF your picture and Of
you, By what name must / remember
| your"
After her unexpected dnnunciation Of
ariatocrats, he dared not tell his name
and title, lest she should avoid him n
the future
"My name is Randolph" he an
swered
Good morning then, Mr. Randolph,
she said, with bright smile "Now
go to receive the reprimand Of a
Justly angered aunt"
He watched the pale blue dress as 1t
disappeared amongst the trees
"fo think that / should meet my fate
here, on bright June morning." he
said TO himself "Yet love and June
and roses seem naturally to go to-
/ gothcr"
He watched until the last vestige Of
the blue dress vanished, then he began
10 blame himself. Why had he not
said more TO her? Why had he not
dared tell her the FIRST time he saw her
| how well and how dearly he loved her?
| And, az least, If he had not gone so far
as that he might have asked her to
make an appointment with him.
| What II she had gone out Of his life.
and he should never see her again?
How foolish he had been to let her go?
The only thing LEFT for him was to be
sure 10 be here on the morrow AS
for the future. he did not even care to
think OF H. He would leave the paint
Ing until another day when he should
| be less haunted by that exquisite face,
What was the beauty Of sunshine ana
leaf to him. whose mind was filed with
a far loycler vision?
II have often wondered whom |
should love whore should see her
first, In what guise she would come to
me " fair she would be-" he
though. ... now my questions are
all answered at once ! have met her
In the grand old woods Of St. Byno's
ON the brightest day Of the year; and
sho has come TO me In the fairest
guise for she has the LOWEST face
have ever seen How / wish she could
have stayed with me for few hours"
And then he closed the easel ana
walked down the glade, the words OF "A
quaint Old ballad rising TO his lips the
while lie trolled them out in a deep
clear voice. and seemed to derlye
wonderful satisfaction from them.
Wrong not sweet mistress OF my
heart.
The merit Of true passion
with thlniing that he feels no smart
That sues for no compassion
silence In love betrays more woe
Than words though ue'er so witty
A boegar that is dumb you know
NAY challenge double pity.
Chen wrong not dearest to my heart
My love. tur secret passion;
ne smartrst most who hides his smart
And stas for no compassion"
lord Byycrs said to himself that
some day, when they were alone in
tuis woodland glade, ne would sing
that ballad for her II said moro than
Page could say for u told Of the silent
struggle OF deep love 10 make ITSELF
understood fhc only cloud that over.
Endowed thJs me laigcsy dawn Of love
WAS taat Violet Bcltou dsliked aristn-
GRATIS He would have 20 combat that
dislike ANA make her own that an
arst.gmt Was as good as q commouer
Meanwhile the object of his dreams
UastcupJ through the woods crossed
the pretty rustic bridge that spannea
.3r river. opened tho garden gate, aud
looked nap with laughing eyes at tho
h,l erect figure awaiting her there
Violet" aud the stern Miss Atheg-
TN YOU know that ! attend to the
@odau every day a, twelve o'clock il
now balt am hour behind the ap-
ul.nla3 tma Whore have lou been
Iha recollection nC where She hld
nr.u aaa Nith vuom and what her
mint would aay DC She knew IT,.
nHhl.oyl the laughing eyes
II have been ion the woods. AUNT
NH. 1 huoW Jhnt ann late and ana
.a..1 tot L WH make up tor 10 by
Nn-Gar loUbly hard now"