The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-03-06
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"rhe last of the summer roses" she
said, dropping the leafless stem.
Mot So" he answered, almost eager
ly. "There are still buds left upon the
branch. Let me replace this with
fresher bloom"
She made no answer They walked
quietly along the lane, which now
| emerged into the village street.
Laura will wonder at my being so
late" Lillian said, as she paused at a
little wicker gate in front of a pretty,
vine covered cottage.
She did not invite him to enter; she
only thanked him for his escort and
| paused for his adieu But he fingered.
Miss Ashley" he said, with some
hesitation, II promised you some roses.
May I bring them?"
| She raised her eyes suddenly and
| colored.
Perhaps you do not know. j am not
now Miss Ashley, but Lillian Waring."
His heart, but a moment before so
| bright with a newborn hope, now sank
| like lead, but he answered quietly:
mo: l had not heard of your mar
riage.'
| And then he found himself standing
alone in the street, gazing vacantly on
| the door, which had closed upon Lillian,
and all his newly awakened dreams of
| happiness.
A woman with basket on her arm
stopped at the gate and looked at him
curiouSly.
rs it Mr.. Waring that you're want
ing, sir?" she inquired respectfully.
NO" he answered abruptly.
And the servant passed in and closed
| the gate after her.
A light shone suddenly from the
lower windows, where until now it had
been dark. The curtains We're not
drawn, and from his position outside
the garden paling Gilbert had a view
within.
F.; He saw Lillian take off her hat. and,
standing in front of the fire with her
hand resting upon the low mantelpiece,
| gaze dreamily downward. 1t was the
attitude he remembered of old, and the
| light lit up her face and golden hair as
on that evening in the bay window,
when he had last seen her.
A door opened, and she turned quick
ly. There entered handsome, digni-
| fled gentleman, with papers in his
hand. He smiled on seeing her, and
she pushed toward him an easy chair
and turned to the windows to draw the
curtains.
Gilbert Steele, with one lingering
glance at the face which he felt that he
must never again look upon, turned
away and retraced his steps to his
solitary home.
Days passed. The old housekeeper
! and servants, who had been congratu-
! lating themselves on their young mas
ter having come home for good" We're
surprised to find that he was again
making preparations for going abroad.
If he would only stay and settle down
and set married he would be happier,
they said.
| 1t was Il day of Indian summer when
he started for last solitary stroll
about his grounds. Instinctively his
footsteps led into the pathway which
he and Lillian had traversed together:
but on leaving the village he turned off
into u retired lane which ran between
two rows of gardens bordering par
allel streets. Soft grass tufted the
ground, and branches of trees. laden
with autumn fruit, appeared above the
walls.
In one of these gardens, as he idly
passed along, Gilbert heard the merry
voices of children. Suddenly, in the
midst, came a note of distress
Mamma, mamma! l can't get down
i can't move! My hair is caught on
the apple thorns!'
Gilbert looked up. Seated on the low
branch of tree, in great terror and
distress, was ii fair-haired little boy,
who on seeing him, called eagerly:
'Oh, please help me down! Please
open the gate and help mel"
The gate was instantly opened, and,
as Gilbert hastened to the assistance
of the child, he found himself face to
face with Lillian.
1t was no difficult task to break the
light twigs on which the childs long
curls had been caught and to life him
to the ground, With deft fingers Lii
lian untangeld the golden mesh
Nov, thank Mr. Steele, you little
Absalom!" she said plavfully, "and
don't again venture to climb trees un-
til that golden fleece of yours is
shorn."
II will go and tell mammal" said the
child, and off she ran.
So Gilbert found himself again in the
piSoSlNt VI i'Sl NsioIi Illu ItSOlNtu
for his own peace of mind, never again
TO see.
II think | must bid you adieu here,
Mrs. Warng," he said quietly. II
leave tomorrow for the continent"
II also leave tomorrow" she am
swered in a voice as calm as his own,
for home"
He held out his hand but when she
gave hers his fingers closed upon il
with firm, strong clasp,
She looked up, and her eyes, moist
with tears, met his. That glance un-
manned him.
Lillian" he said passionately, II
would give half of my life to be able
TO undo the past five years"
Someone coming down the garden
walk called:
Lillian, where are yOu?"
1T is your husband" said Gilbert
bitterly, as he caught sight of the
gentleman approaching. There, go
and good-bve."
But she looked up with gaze of sur
prise which arrested him.
MY husband" A deep color flushed