The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1902-05-28

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fully over it. Al, if he had but been
content to stay az home:
Then he realized what he had done:
what he had suffered. what he lad
lost. He was moi ashamed CT his mar,
riagc. hut Ire shut up the sweet SAD
lOve-StOrv in his heart. guarding IT is
a miScr guards his gold-nOt 10 have
saved his .iic could he have spoken
Gilllia'S name. 1t seemed impossible
to him that any one should ever under
stand that sweet mad love Of his. How
should they? And he could not tell
them. He could not bare that wound
TO any human eye. it would have
been easier for him to plunge sword
into his heart than to talk OF Giulia
and Venice. He shut up the sweet
sad story IN his heart and lived on it.
People called him proud and cold, re-
served and silent: they never dreamed
of the burning love ben@ath the ice:
there was no one who ever suspected
him OF d wild passionate love and a
sorrow that would be his until he died.
No one knew that he had loved as few
! loved. and that his heart 10y buried in
! q tScV N4It StC'S- At!-'E po'oSN oti'
| he grew stronger: the full tide OF health
and strength returned TO him, and
with it came a longing 10 take his
share in the full active life around
him.
Make me feel the wild pulsation that
l felt before the strife,
When 7 had my days before me, and
the tUmult of my life"
That was his one cry-work, toll, la
bor-anything that could teach him
toforget. He plunged into the hottest
fray OF political life: his speeches rang
through all England: men named him
with deepest admiration. lie was a
power in the State: he spent his days
in work. his nights in study. Did he
forget? At times, when busy members
round him were diSputing yehemently
he found himself standing on the
Rialto at Venice. gazing at a sweet
girl-face. He found himself under the
vines. with roses and passion-fiowerS
clustering at his feet, white hands
warmly claSped in his own. and q gol'
den head lying on his breast. They
wondered, those who watched him
why at times he rose suddenly with
sitting cry tlinging out his his arm as
though the breath of life failed him.
They thought the passion Of his own
words moved him. How should they
guess Of the sweet short love and the
tragedy which had ended it?
Once, and once only, he was induced
to entera theater: it was when one OF
tie finest living trageGianS was to ap,
pear. He never thought Of asking
what the play was, but, when the
curtain rose and he saw Venice, he a.
most swooned like a dead man smitten
with a terrible pain. Still no one knew
the .Se: it was all buried in his own
hearL-he himself was the Sepulcher OF
his love. Time passed on. Sir Francis
grew old and feeble; his one longing
was to see his son married before he
died. The first time that he mention
ed it Jasper drew back with horror on
his face.
Marry" He with his heart in that
far-otf grave, And the father, looking
into the sons face, saw tragedy
there. He said no more to him for
long time: but one day, when he was
weak and i'll. be cried out:
Jasper, you must marry. My son,
let me see your children round my
knees before | die"
The words touched him greatly: and
that same day his mother came to him
with a pleased expectant look on her
face.
Jasper" she said, ''the daughter of
my dearest friend is coming to Queens S
Chace-Marie Ealdoraine--and l
should die happy if l could see heryour
wife,
Lady Marie came-a handsome
animated blonde, with the worship OF
Mammon in her heart. She was most
lively and fascinating. She won the
heart of Sir Francis. She made Lady
Brandon love her: even Jasper, with
the shadow Of dead love darkening his
life, was pleased with her. Lady Marie
Valdoraine was Of the world worldly;
she knew the just value Of everything.
She saw that there was no position in
England more enviable than that OF
Lady Brandon of Queens Chacc. and
she determined that it should be hers.
She devoted herself so entirely to Jas
per that in a certain way he relied up
on her: her keen worldly knowledge
and her just appreciation Of persons
and things were useful to him.
If YOU are really going to devote
your life to politics. said a friend to
him one day, You should marry Lady
Marie. She could manage everything
for you"
And the end of it was that, to give
pleasure to his parents, he married
Lady Marie. But he was quite honest
with her. He did not tell her the story
of his marriage-he could not have
borne her questions, her wonder, her
remarks. and have live0-his dead love
was far too sacred for that-but he told
her that he had no love to give her.
but honor and esteem only.
Lady Marie smiled in the most
charming manner. She mentally, con-
graduated herself-if she could have
all the good things that belonged to
Queens Chace without being teased
about love, so much the better.
The marriage took place, and every
one thought well of it; people said it
was the most suitable match they had
ever known-universal approval fol-
lowed it. Sir Francis declared he had
nothing left to live for. Lady Bandon
was quite content. As time passed on
it became more and more evident that
the marriage was a most suitable one.
Lady Marie Brandon flung herself
reart and soul into her husbands
interests-he owned himself that she
was his right hand. When his reason
ing, mis- clear, pitiless logic failed, then
her powers of fascination succeeded.
Lady Marie Brandon became power
in her way: her season in town was al
ways one long brilliant success, her
drawing-roomS were always crowded,
people attended her balls and soirees
as though they had received royal
biddingS. -,
Jasper had his reward. When old
Sir Francis lay dying, he called his son
to his bedside and laid his trembling
hands in blessing on him.
You have been a good son to me,