Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-12-11

"And so this is your engagement
ring7 Well, listen then; / owe you q
confession. l am not such a dear good
Nttle fool as you are, for will never
break my heart over any man, and
fear-I very much fear ! have Girted
somewhat seriously with this Mr.. Ner-
rift of yours. didn't know about you,
of course, and like men to fall in love
with me- they are so much more anus
ing when they do. Now Jack Merritt
was of the obstinate ones who at first
defied my charms, so l punished him
for 1t, and of late, for the last two
weeks, victory has perched on my ban
ner, and he has been what one might
call attentive. But, went on the beau
tlful clear voice, "but he does not love
las, and as for myself, he il not the
kind of man I would ever dream Of
marrying. He is good-looking-but
that is ALL"
The girl looked up with flashing eyes.
"You are UNJUST" she cried. "You
have been most wicked-for it is wick
ed to play at love-and II have been
the one to suffer"
Miss Trelawny leaned over sudden
ly and kissed her soft cheek. why,
then" she said, suffer no more, my
dear, but be happy, and do not pull
your toys to pieces to see how they
are made. He should be very well con-
tent. You love him-and "a man is not
loved every day. Besides, You are
beautiful, much more beautiful than
l am, and younger-and possibly bet
ter woman"
Then she stepped out through the
French window into the rose-scented
garden, and left the two alone in the
shadowy room.
ut would not have been possible"
she said to herself, 81 could not have
taken what was not mine by right, and
anyway-the marguerites told the
truth"
That evening when the moonlight
was white on the world, and the long
south drawing-room at Bolton Park
was bright with lights, Lady Bolton
spoke to a man who stood beside her.
"Please do find Miss Trelawny," she
"This will be our only op-
portunity to hear her sing, for she is
going away in the morning to answer
some sudden call. These musicians
are such awfully spoiled people, andso
uncertain"
Presently Rose came, and, sitting |
down at the piano waited a moment
hesitatingly-as though She even she
were not always sure of herself. |
Then the plaintive prelude to "The
ioated through the room.
The hours I spend with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me;
count them over every one apart,
My rosary-my rosary.
Each hour a pearl-each pearl a prayer
To still heart in absence wrung;
tell each bead unto the end
And there a cross is hung.
} memories that bless and burn,
o barren gain-and bitter loss;
kiss each bead and strive at last to
learn
To kiss the cross-sweetheart, to kiss
the cross.
The chattering crowd grew very
luiet as she sang. The wonderful
voice went out through the open win
lows and was carried away on the
wings of the night wind. The unfath-
omed tenderness of it, the beauty of it,
stirred the hearts of those who heard
With vague pity, and in a way they
understood the loneliness of genius,
md the isolation of those who are of
he very few.
"By jove! how strangely she sings
hat song" said man to Jack Merritt,
Is they stood listening from the veran-
la.
eyes," he answered, with a shrug,
ind as he lit a cigar. almost as if she
neant it, you know. But it is merely
Ter art, my dear fellow. She is most
perfect artist, and an actress beyond
compare" -Canadian Magazine.