Waterbury Democrat., 1902-12-04
CHANGING up saw the reflection Of Jack

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the words just spoken.
s'Well, he should hear more" A
sharp pain contracted her heartfor a
i moment, and the rose-tints faded
i from her face, leaving it winter than
the one of the girls beside her. Then
she gathered her strength up and
commanded her voice as she had often
commanded it when the world had
come to listen. Giving little light
laugh, she laid her hand over the one
that wore the single diamond.
my child! my child! she said,.
j gently. do you not know better than
/ to believe all you hear? ItWould make
life too difficult if we did"
"And so this is your engagement
ring? Well, listen then; owe you a
confession. / am not such a dear good
little fool as you are, for will never
break my heart over any man, and
fear-I very much fear / have firted
somewhat seriously with this Mr.. Mer-
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 punished him
| for it. 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
| tiful clear voice, 'but he does not love
me, and as for myself, he is not the
| kind of man I would ever dream of
marrying. He is goodelooking-but
| that is all" -.
The girl looked upwith 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 TreIawny leaned over sudden
| " 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
am, ndlyounger-andp 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
SIT would not have been possible"
she said to herself, ST 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.
"PIease do find Miss Trelawny," she
entreated. ''This will be our only OPP
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, and so
uncertain
Presently Rose came, and, sitting
down at the piano, waited moment
| hesitatingly- though She even she
were not always sure of herself.
Then the plaintive prelude to '..The
Rosary" hoated 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.
! o memories that bless and burn,
barren gain-and bitter loss;
| kiss each bead and strive at last to
learn ." 1v
To kiss the cross-sweetheart, to kiss
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