The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-07-31
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Copy right. isoo by Daily Story pus,i.aias C.

some day you will know and love her too. l hope. but alas
 "Trifies light as air
 Are to the Jealous combinations | strong: As proofs of holy writ"
 Then the green-eyed monster stole Into her rose garden and fed with it's meat the passions of revenge. She listened, and now she was the proud brilliant. fortunate @ Mrs. Linthorpe. kneeiing beside the cofiin of the one love of her life. After 1t was too late she had learned that the one whom she believed to be | faithless had proved true through the wreck of his own life's hopes. After the death of his sister, the proud Countess, and the return of the grace less Count to his own country. tho sorrowful ssceret of the mysterious girls life became known. The soft eyed maiden never knew that her own doiicstc hand had jared the lute and silenced all the music in the life Of the grave, sad man. the kind good uncle who had kept his trust.
 Back through all the years the heart of the lonely woman went as she knelt there with the roses and the | lilies touching her face as 1t lay m the cofin--his cofin! It had been So hard to live with herself all these years: harder than to live with the serpent that had poisoned all the lives l that he had ever touched
 When she rose to go she stood TOT | a moment looking at that sad deep. | lined, passive face. Its portrait would reyef leave her heart and the deatn | flowers would wrethe it always- now and forever.
 | She raised the cluster of lilies and | touched 1t to her cheek ana iaio IL back. Then she, took a bunch or the | buttercups, pressed them to her lips | and placed some of them over ms | heart and some of them she held close to her own. As she did so there came | to her the remembrance of a picture | that had lain once over that heart, the picture of the girl who with light step and life pulsating with the tide | of spring, used to go over the slope with the June sun through gold Oars across green sward. An! Where WAS | the picture now! If only-only. She | turned and looked around. The
 trembling hand found the picture there | --in its old place.
 l She went out into the ghastly white l light of the hallway. The little land | lady came to meet her with hands eut- stretched in proteStaLion.
 | "Oh, Madam. I am so sorry. ] did
 not know that you were here. l would | have told you. It Is so terrible. | Madam took the two hands uplitted
 In the energy of regret.
 For me 1t is no matter" she said softly. "I am used to terrible things. /"
 Madam must not say so; so beau. tiful, so gifted, so loved. How could | Madam have known anything but
 brightness?''
 Mrs. Linthorpe smiled wanly. The | little woman went on in the outburst of her sympathy:
 "The poor man, He had just come | from the islands where the fighting is.
 He had the fever in his veins when he got here and was too weak Co go to his own home. Poor fellow! his
 head wasn't right, he talked all the | time of 'Louise.' who he said would know now why hwe had been silent. Have faith he would say. See! How yellow your chin is when I hold these bisttercups under 1t. Sec how I love you. Yes the buttercups tell the truth.
 Now try mine-here take the butter cups, ah see! see how golden my chin is too, you love me too.' l wrote down some of the things he used to say be- cause thought maybe sometime might run across this Louise he Seem- ed to love so much and tall her about 1t. He loved buttercups and would, sit and talk to them by the hour, like | they were folks.
 This Is for you and for him." said
 Mrs. Linthorpe looking toward the little parlor and placing well-hlled 1 purse In the hand of the innkeeper's | wife.
 | Tba carria vn stunned at the gate and Mrs. Linthorpe went out. The little woman looked after her with as near a shade of envy as her contsnted little heart could experience. What
 would 1t be like to be so gracious and grand a lady as Mrs. Linthorpe? An,
 well: we could not all be So fortunate, and what a fine thing 1t was that all
 that power and happiness had been given to one so generous and so sweet.
 A little child with a mop of yello
 curls came around the corner of the house, running toward her. She took 1t up in her arms and kissed 1t and
 bore 1t triumphantly aloft into the
 house. What was power or weakness.
 life or death, in a world that held such
 a beautiful thing for even a poor iit-
 tie woman like her?
 You look white and i'll, madam. I
 am afraid that you have been tired
 out waiting at that dull little p'ace." i"
 said MT. Linthorpe. with the solicitude
 of a man who had found his thorough
 bred trotter i'll with the glanders.
 "Oh, so tired-so tired" she sighed, leaning back among the cushions,
 "As one, whose hand,
 Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away"