The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1902-06-25

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Sir N3yc Sn.i.v, Ill iirr.
Il can read @Uur thoughts. he SAID: |
..yni; f.ay. acc!! estimating my charac-
f,.r. wll. nuj ;;SN yuH what YOU think |
.1T il: ! viii V!ly >;2r hope your con- /!
,.ii>jpu> are faymri.,y. Miss iii Cynthia. .
try u!ir dance with me. Christmas
day is pa>i: and Ill example has been
>ii ;;S.
Veronica remembered lhal Christ
mas n;gAt-it was the beginning q! :"
new life 20 her. The vague sweet pos
SibilitieS that had thrilled her Is S4S
watched Katherine took shape !:G"
vague. beautiful! shape: something
awOke in her heart which lad never
been there ;3rluyr something 50 Ieii7
| der 80 sweet. ;iiai t.r girl whole soul
! w2l moved TX il. Like "a> never 20
! n,rhr ss,n,a again ;0r ller: she haQ m
! hcrircd something o. The quick love
!rYh uu:cI hatred jhut charactcrlZed
I ;nr Hrandoli>. she had IL her more or
( her fathers Ha,Urc than her mothers.
/ "l'ou. face IS 4 poem. said Sir Mare
| later OF that same Christmas night
"a poem that ! should never tire OF
! reading.
She danced with him. she talked TO
him: u:orc t:iaE one amused glance 1oi-
! lowed them-she with her dark Nene-
| ti3n beauty. he with bis Saxon cCmell-
ness: they seemed to have forgotten
The world. Once Sir Mare took her TO
the great western window in the Droao
corridor. and drawing aside the hang
! iugS. he said to her
Look. Miss. di Cvntha-l want you
to see the poetry OF an English Christ
mas. =,
Veronica cried out in wonder, and
awe. The sky WAS Of deep, dark,
fath0mleSS blue: the moon was 1uIi.
and Sh0ne with 4 clear Sllyery ngnt;
the earth lay white still, and beautiful
under the pale clear beams: the hara
frost made the tall icatleSS trees look
darker. and the hoar-troSt sh0ne IN lhe
light OF the moon. The wind walled
amongst the trces. bending their tall
heads and Swaying he hugc branches.
How beautifui.' she cried. There
is nothing in a.! Venice SO fair as THIS.
thought there vas no poetry in Eng
land: but it is'full OF it. This looks
like fairyland."
You will try to love England? he
said.
Il do love it without trying" she re-
piled. r could almost fancy there
was some mysterious reason why my
: heart should have warmed so greatly
to it: it seems more my home than
Venice ever did"
lie was looking intently at her with
his dark gray eyes.
You will not wish to return TO
Venice then? You would be content
to remain in England allyour life:
She raised her beautiful face: the
dark eyes looked at the blue wlntry
night-Sky. at the fair white earth. al
the quaint shadows the moon MADE
through the trees: and then she turned
: to Sir Mare.
Venice would seem prison to me
after this" she said: and as she said it
she wondered why he looked so bright
and pleased. :.
: Il should like you to see my home,
he remarked. 1T is, l think, even
more beautiful than Queens Chase: 1t
is called WervehurSt Manor. and It
stands in the lovelieSt part OF Sussex
We have music there-nature, grand
est. The sea lies at no great distance;
and far away to the right stretches a
chain of hills. on which the light OF
the sun lies low. l have a passionate
love for my home:
She was silent. He went on.
And live there, Miss di Cynthia.
all alone. Can you imagine that.
have no mother. no sister. There is
large household of servants but l am
quite solitary. l want what the poets
call an angel in the house.
"What is that?" asked Veronica.
That is English for wife," he re,
: Piled: and the beautiful face dropped
before his.
Her heart beat: a strange pain, that
was yet half pleasure. seemed to thrill
. her innocent soul. ,
Il must leayeyo " she said hurried
ly. Il am quite sure that Katherine
wants me.
Where you go l follow" " declared
Sir Marc: and for that evening at least
he kept his word.
TO BE CONTINUED