The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1902-02-07

pretended misery in her heart, wa
dressing for the ceremony. She hat
r asked 90 ne left quite alone .n her littl'
white room on this lasl morning a
Z home, and now she stood iy the win
dow looking out biankiy ai The white
misty wall that shut ont ile view oil
The vineyard home TO which She wa.
, So soon to go, and the co.umned YER
andas OF Seymour's house. She was
listening, too, half-hear.edly TO the
sounds below. 20 the mother and SIS
, ters busy'ng themselves about the
preparations for the wedding feast.
She heard her father talking 10 jim
TO jim who had driven over early hop
Ing TO see her, hoping that he could
find words in which 10 tell her all that
he wanted 10 say; to tell her all that
he longed for In life was to make her
happy; that even now he would give
her up II she d'd not feel that she could
be content with him. For ihe honest.
stupid, plodding boy had seen the
shadow on his sweetheart's face. and,
although he could not know IT'S sub
stance, he was unwilling TO stand be-
tween his beloved ard the snn OF her
life. But Angelo had refused to see
him; there would be time enough for
all that afierward. she told herself:
and that. too, was the message she
sent to him.
She leaned forward TO carcss a rose
that blOssomed just beyond the green
shutter, and then she saw him-Sev-
mour-riding slowly down the trail.
A sudden rush Of blood from her heart
TO her head deprived Il Of an sense
OF all reason. lie had comei IIe would
save herl That was the message that
flashed along the crimson stream. He
was on his way 10 the tryst under The
great cathedral trees. She must meet
him there with fever'sh fingers she
dressed, rejoicing in the pretty details
OF her travelling gown. Were ihev not
al for him? Had she not known all
the time in reality that they were for
him? Poor Jiml But he would get
over H. They always did. and She
stopped suddenly. and looked I'm the
glass AT The scarlet lips. brilliant Ike
Japan's ounce blossoms. at the blue
black hair so Ike the summer night.
a quick rush of tears dimmed an the
vision Poor little mother, Would
she get over it? The girl tore a scrap
% paper from The box that had held
the wedding hat and wrote a hurried /
note TO her mother. Then once more /
she went TO The window. The f0g was /
again shutting down and enveloping /
Ike a bridal veil the green trees un- /
der which even now Seymour must be
waiting for her. Hurry! She must
hurry O him.
And ihen She saw that Seymour him
self was standing by the gate, and that
her father was walking down the path.
his long, white hair cleaning like si.-
YER. Courteously enough. the English
man greeted him, adding: About that
boundary line. Mr.. De.amater Couldn't
you come with me now 40 look over
he land? We may as well come to
erns about lt to-day.
But not to-day" The old French
PEASANTS voice had lost IT'S cringing
one In his broadening American life.
ut he understood that the rich land
wner knew nothing. cared nothing.
bout the personal affairs OF the poor.
tiu be explained. "lt Is Ange.e's-it
S my daughters wedding day. and"
"Oh. Miss Angy's wedding day Sure
y. had forgotten" Seymour's tone
eld a pote that might almost have
cen an apology. 50 kindly were his
'eiings toward these. his poor neigh
ors. "Of course business has no
lace to-day. Give my best wishes 10
he bride. Thorne is a fine fellow,
ink. and I am sure that Miss Della.
ieter and you are both to be congratu-
ted"
lie rode away into the fog. never
.ancing at the shutters behind which
he white face was hidden. never
Gaming that 10 the brides heart Or
ind there was place or thought for
m.
The Lares and Penates 80 the little
hite room watched her through her
llf-hour OF agony. through her hour
conquest. and then saw her pass ont
ON among them forever. ready to
ce her little world, ready 20 take up
e honest burden Of life.
The ceremony was over. the toasts
ere al drunk. and the bride had
iven away. Such a fine weddingl
ch a pretty bridel These we're the
of the simple country folk,
d only the mothers eyes had seen
e pain. and, seeing il, had known that
r uneasy fears had been realities, g.,
at Angelo had married the one, low q,
z the other with her whole heart. h.
rough a rain Of tears she watched ,
e dust-cloud move slowly down the 4.
,untain uDtlit mingled with The fog r.
.ud. and then she turned into her q
n room. and on her knees. by her
d, prayed for help for her child. To II
r. there. Angeles note. written in ar
rec, impossible JOY, forgotten in in
cradle anguish, was brought: h,
on Mother Little Mother: I am going
as with the man love The other was th
a mistake Nothing but misery could
re come ont OF if. nothing but joy Will c.
np from this. You will know that am TO
Ia .n time. D.,
"ANGELE" d..
he mother eyes read and the moth or
. hanrl W.. r.mlnIfll. San hmm ua