Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-08-26

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But the bright head did not fall nor
the tender gaze falter: and driven out
of himself. Roger Upjohn waslabout to
step passionately forward, when. seized
by fresh conjunction. he hoarsely
cried:
1T is not right. The balance dips
too much my way. You bring me every
thing. L can give you nothing but
what you already possess in album
dance-love and money. Besides. your
father
She interrupted him with a glance at
once arch and earnest.
II had n talk with father this morn
ing He came to my room. and-and it
was very near being serious. Some one
had told him was doing things on the
ely which he had better look into; and
OF course. ne asked questions and-and
l answered them. He wasn't plea sed-
in fact, he was very displease d-I don't
think we can blame him for that-but
we had no open break. for I love him
dearly, for all my opposing ways,
though he did say after l had given my
promise to stop where l was and never
10 take up such work again that
here she stole a shy look at the face
bent so eagerly toward her-"that |
had lost my social status and need
never hope now for the attentions Of
well. of such men as he admires and
puts faith In. So you see her dimples
all showing. that | am not such very
good match for an Upjohn of Massa-
chusetts, even if he has a reputation
to recover and an honorable name to
achieve. The scale hangs more evenly
than you think
Violet
A mutual look. a moment of perfect
silence. then low whisper airy as the
breath OF flowers rising from the gar
den below: Il have never known what
happiness was till this moment. II you
Will take me with my story untold
Take you. Take you.'' The mans
whole yearning heart. the loss and bit
terness of years. the hope and promise
of the future. all spoke in that low,
half-smothered exclamation. Violet's
bushes faded under it's fervency. and
only her spirit spoke. as leaning to-
ward him she laid her two hands in
his. and said with all woman's earnest
ness:
Il do not forget little Roger. or the
father who hope may have many more
DAYS before him In which to bid good
night to the sea. Such union as ours
many persons to make happy besides
ourselves"
The evening before their marriage
Violet put dozen folded sheets of
closely written paper in his hand They
contained her story; Jet US read it
with him.
Dear Roger could not have been
more than seven years old when one
night I woke up shivering at the sound
OF angry voices. A conversation which
no child should ever have heard was
going on in the room where lay. My
father was talking to my sister-per-
haps you do not know that I have a
sister: few of my personal friends do
and the terror she evinced could we'll
understand. but not his words nor the
real cause of his displeasure.
There are times even yet when the
picture forced upon my infantiIe con-
seriousness at that moment of first
awakening comes back to me with all
its original vividness. There was no
light in the room save such as the
moon made, but that was enough to re-
veal the passion burning alive in either
face. as. bending toward each other
she in supplication and he in a tempest
of wrath which knew no bounds. he
uttered and she listened to what I now
know to have been a terrible arraign-
ment.
i may have an interesting counte-
nance: you have told me so sometimes,
by ten years. she had stood in my
mothers stead to me for almost as
long as l could remember, and as 1
saw her lovely features contorted with
pain anu ucE Hduub eXtenOeO IN q 0eS-
perate plea to one who had never shown
me anything but love, my throat closed
sharply and ] could not cry out, though
! wanted to, nor move my head or foot,
though I longed with all my heart to
bury myself in the pillows.
For the words heard were terrifying,
little az 1 comprehended their full i'm
port. He had surprised her talking
from her window to some one down be-
low. and. after saying cruel things
about that. he shouted out: You have
disgraced me. you have disgraced your
self. you have disgraced your brother
and your little sister. Was it not enough
that you should refuse to marry the
good man had picked out for you, that
you should stoop to this low-down
scoundrel-this- I did not hear
what else he called him. was wonder
ing SO to whom she had been STOPPING;
! had never seen her stooD except to
tie my little shoes.
But when she cried out. as she did
after an interval: Il love him! I love
him. then I listened again. for she
spoke as though she were in dreadful
pain, and l did not know that loving