The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-12-08

/ 9ALaStIuA8 StEdW nat, tSeemeu &lOVely3and
llad g ''Els enough to have stepped from
a throne. ~ Z
His generous heart swelled indignant.
~ as he noticed the contrast Id the
/ madam's sfarewells how Il gushingly-
gracious was her embrace Of dear Fan
/ ME-, how cold and constrained her
good bye to Miss Wraye; and he vowed
sin7Wgardly that all he could do should be
/ done to make this beautiful girl, for
awhile, at least, forget the shadow that
seemed to rest SO unnaturally on her
Topening life. s.=.4
lS He would brighten her path with.
! sunshine, though it only cleaned a.
day. $s.s
IssSI It was not a very difficult task for
| Herbert Give to be agreeable. Gifted
4 with a natural charm Of manner and
| graceful address, warm heart and a
lively fancy, he could not fail to please,
even without making any particular.
exertion to do SO. BPS :538
But the madaln's cold, and, it seemed
to him, cruel, warning, had served as a.
lsspur to his ardent, generous nature.
HE felt as if he could not do enough to
show this frieldless, lonely girl she
was a welcome and honored visitor to
his home. IT,, :I 81 !
1t was a -twelve-hours journey to
/ Give Towers, and as the SIN set in
purple glory behind the western hills,
the travellers began the pleasanteSt
portion of their trip-their sail up the
broad river, on whose sloping banks
was situated Herberts prince1y home.
Fannie had scarcely set foot on the
steamer, ere she was met by q party
of merry young friends; and after the
first intrOductiOns and supper were
over, a moonlight dance was impro-
i vised on the spacious decks, and the
sounds of gay music and happy laugh
ter woke the echoes of the solemn hills
beneath whose shadows the noble YES
I sci passed II Ss 49, E / III,
! Herbert did his devoir manfully,
though somewhat YEARLY, to several
! blooming partners, ere he contrlved to
1 slip away from the mirtnful scene. +
He missed one fairyllke form from
the light-hearted group-one sweet, low
voice from the silvery chorus-and al
ready he felt q void and silence be-
cause Sybil was not there. =
He found her all alone, standing at
the stern Of the steamer, looking into
| the waters that were here tossed into
turbulent waves and showers of pearly
spray by the mighty wheels.
AS he reached her side, Herbert no.
sticed her start neryously and throw
something which she held in her hand
| into the seething waters; and, with q
feeling akin to pain, he recognized the
| flowers he had given her that evening
! floating for moment, worthless waits,
upon the moonlit waves. -
He had fanced she valued them lit
I tea very little. She had held them
in her hand all the evening, had touched
/ them tenderly, and once OF twice in
haled their perfume, as though it
brought some sweet, sad memory. And
now she had flung them away like
| wit1lered weeds. 10 q
why have you stolen off from us
all, Miss Sybil?" he asked, with as
sumed lightness. II did not know young
ladies were,tso fond Of INDUCING in
/ maiden meditation fancy free. z
80 am used to being alone, she an
swered, simply, and these tossing wa
tiers have a charm for me. like to
hear their passionate mur]nur as the
Steamer passes through their heart
By-and by they will be all still again
all still. We can only see the life and
the spirit here
s#'sYou would like the ocean better, y
he answered. '"There you see, you
feel, the life everywhere. There the
swelling, seething, restless waves arc
never still, and the proudest vessels
are their sports and playthings, just as
our frail human skiffs are tossed about
on the sea Of life -: 2.as'z=..
sIs there not always a Fate at the
/ helm?'' she asked, dreami1y ia stern,
/ fhof cfo our 10
barques where and when she, will? /
have found it so already" ~.
81 prefer to think / hold my own
heinz answered Herbert, cheerfully,
ttand, so far, have found it very fair
sailing. And the Fate to whom re
! sign my post must come in a very
! charming .guise, Miss Sybil. / have
never seen her except in dreams un-
til he paused, and then added, reck-
llessly, i until today. Why did you
I threw away my fowersY' he eontin-
ued, eagerly. .sDid you not know I
! breathed spell upon then? r 4, y
81 have no right to accept gifts from
you,'' she answered, coldly. "We are
strangers, Mr. Give" 4 10 ..5..s.ss
:1Not so,'' he answered. .'sFannie's
/ friendship is a link between us. You
must call .Fannie's brother friend, Miss
Sybil."
~ have no friends" y, she answered,
with a stifed sigh. IT can make none.
Forgive me, Mr.. Give, if-if$ seem
cold and ungracious;; but II Lam here
as your sisters guest, it IS against my
own will, against my own judgment,
against; my own sense Of justice and
right. I am here in q false position
that I scorn to hold under a false
She paused suddenly, as If some pas
sionate impulse had made her say too
/ much. *t.}stt I
S But, with Madam Fleury' S cold.
worldly warning still echoing in his.
ears, Herbert thought he understood
the girls proud, indignant protest.
i She would not be patronized, pitied,
protected, even as his sisters guest.
| She would hold herself aloof from his
l world and from him. It would need
Sunshine, indeed to thaW this icy wall
! of maidenly reserve; and, with mans
peril nacity, Herbert vowed he would
do it. 555=2 ss s51
You have thrown away my flowers
and cast aside my friendship, he said,
lin . Tone nf half-DlaYfIn reDrOa CHI: