The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-05-08

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agsho ever would have thought u see.
ing goug'
4 came by the noon train. said Ma.
st Aubyn.
"Ah. And / By the one before II
Hasn't changed much, has lts' he CON.
tlnued, nodding toward the old house.
Except that the grass IS ragged, It
looks Just the same as that summer
you spent here with your aunt. Have
you ever been back here slneeg"
Never" said Mrs. St Anbyn, flush
ing
Nor !. Strange. isn't 1t, that we
should meet? What prompted you to
come todayY'
"Oh, don't know. ] think the social
merry. go-round has begun to pail.
got so tired OF people and things, and
Iwanted TO get away from them"
There was a moments silence. The
wind stirred the fallen leaves with a
soft rustic. and a bit Of thlstledown
floated lazily by.
y thought" said Mrs. st. Aubyn
presently. that you were In Europe"
$50 have been for the last six
months. 1 got back yesterday. And
this morning l had the strangest long.
Ing to see this old place. and so
cana"
Two worldllngs in Already" laughed
Mrs. st. Aubyn, and hunger reminds
mo that have brought lunch.'
rGoodF He spread his coat ont on
the grass. "Till you sit here? And if
you don't mind waiting a bit I'll go to
the village and skirmish for a kettle
and some tea"
"And two teacups would be an i'd
tunct also"
.Tn try" said vanringcourt.
They lunched In gypsy fashion, the
kettle singing over fire of twigs,
white the glow of midday softened into
the long light of afternoon.
"A mellow light to see visions by"
observed yanrlngcourt
"vislons!"
IAN day I've been longing Cor q
glimpse Of a girl that used to know.
She used to wear a pink linen gown
and her hair in a braid and carry a
frilled sunbonnet on her arm. The last
tima saw her this orchard was all in
bloom, and she promised to love me for
ever aud ever, and in token of that we
exchanged rings made Of grass"
My dear Jimmy" protested Mrs. st.
Aubyn.
Yanrlngcourt flmbied In his pocket.
frhere it is" he said, smiling whlm-
sicaIly.
Nov absurd" said Mrs. st. Aubyn,
but her voice trembled.
yes, isn't ito cherish that little
Bit Of dried grass as I've cherished
nothing else on earth, although the girl
that gave 1t to me decided six months
later that love in a cottage was only
another name for folly and that money
and position were what counted most!
For, ycI see, In the meantime, ike the
fairy godmother in the nursery tale, n
rich relative had come and whirled her
away 10 town, and when next l saw
her the wild rose had become an Amer
lean Beauty, the greatest success OF a
brilliant social season. VOLTA tout!'
But YOU
"Oh, yes, know. I've had success
too. PvS gained it. Pm counted for.
tunata rs the run of men go, yet the
thing Pye wanted most I've never had.
Nothing else ever really mattered ex.
cept the girl / knew in this orchard.
All my life and all my heart have been
empty because of her"
1T was spring then, and it is autumn
now"
The glory of the year." said Van
ringcourt.
but in these last few months you've
never even written to me, you've new
er said You remembered or-or cared"
II waited till the moment came when
you found things empty, as you have
found them today, till you knew that
your golden apples were only Dead sen
fruit. You refused the boys love that
was offered you in the springtime.
WIN you take the mans love that Of
fer you now, Helene?'
oh, Jimmy" she began, and then
her eyes brimmed and speech failed
her, but she reached out her hands to
him with an adorable gesture, and as
he kissed her a late bird poIsing on
bough above their heads burst sud
denly into song.
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