Year: 1872

loWhearted;" ;" and afterwards he din


ed with the same friend and one OF


Two other good fellows at the Softer


lno, and accompanied them to the


French play after that; and later


well, l don't think we need follow


him further. He had told Maize she
: would send him to the devil: there


fore it was probably her fault if he


took long stride In that gentle


mans direction the night after their


parting; or if, while she was Erest
ling with sorrow and love and long
2 ing for her lost lover, that lover was
g making a fool, and worse than a
y Tool, Of himself somewhere in the
: Vicinity Of Haymarket.


I 1e5te est Ia Vie! and, sir and madam,
= you and l were both young once.
Was 1t any different in our day? A
; wise old Frenchman once said, 'sDe
I deux amants, il y a toujours un oui
anne ct IN qui Sc laisse aimer; IN
qui baise ct un qui tend Ia ioue."
: VIII had been eager enough to kiss,
but Maize had not even presented
the cheek. Itwas his turn now.
She had never seen him since, and
she had never told any one Of her
trouble. 1t was q very short lived
folly, as she had said, that sad little
romance, and it was ended now. If
everything else in life seemed ended
too, that could not be helped. It is
not thefashion to die Of broken hearts
nowadays, and she could live it
down. People had got over worse
things. Yes, Maize, so they have;
but that same process of aliVing
down" is a worse martyrdom than
many cruel death, and all the more
so that to weep over the victim is the
keenest aggraVation of her misery
that We can offer. Maize gave no
one chance to weep over her. She
allowed it to be known that she had
a heavy, feverish cold, and 50 she
kept her room for a day or two; and
the blinds were drawn down, and her
white face and heavy eyes were quite
admissible even in Mrs. Jerning-
hams opinion. But after that she
came down stairs and took up her
usual round of duties, social and do
nestle and was again the grateful,
dignified Miss Jerniagham of old
the very same clear eyed, cheerful,
courteous girl, to all outward appear
ance, that she had ever been Hoe0
changed within, none but herself and
God knew.


'Tis true, people talked a little at
first, and wondered why that charm
ing Lieutenant Travers was never
to be seen at the Jerninghams' now.
1t had certainly been a very strong
Irritation between him'and Miss Jern-
ingham; and she so proud and un-
impressible generally. But after all,
every one knew he had no money,
and then he was always flirting with
some one. Sailors were proverbially
tickle. Then somebody said he had
gone away on foreign service. Per
hsps Miss birmingham had refused
him. Yes, he had seemed a great
fsvorite no doubt; but of course Mrs.
birmingham would not hear of such
a Wretched match for her daughter,
when every one knew how devoted
old Sir Edward Bartlett was in that
quarter


So wagged the tongues for a few
days, and then some new piece of
gossip diverted the public mind, and
Maize was left to herself-not utter
ly heart-broken after the first few
weeks. There was a great element
of justness in the girls character;
and before that keen eyed goddess
Wills abusive speeches, and despair
ing threats melted away, and were
condOned by the provocation which
had evoked them. '1f he had not
loved me, he would not have been
so angry" said Maize to herselfp and
the thought brought a quick, warm
pulse to the bruised heart, and a
sudden mist over the brave gray
eyes. His last words too How
could shea woman, and woman
so passionately in love-forget themg
Common sense and logic might GER
tainly have told her that it was alb
surd to give weight to one word and
ignore another when both were ut
tered under great excitement; but
then girls are seldom very logical or
reasonable; and well for us, my
friend, that they are not; for on the
strength Of that one sentence. .sIf
work can WIN you, I'll win you vet,
spite Of yourself" Maize quietly con
secrated her whole life, present and
future, heart and soul, to silent wait
ing for that day. Sir Edward Bart
lett was sent away discOmftted; and
so were one or two other men-men
of wealth and families, whom most
girls would have been but too Glad
to accept; and still Maize Jerning-
ham held her own against the won
der Of the world and the grumblings
of her step-mother, who was nat1r-
ally anxious to see her daughter well
established in the world, and could
not see what Maize was waiting for.


Maize meanwhile never confessed
even to herself that she aCas waiting.
or expecting for one moment a re-
newal of that offer which she had
repulSed. She even told herself
severely that it was all over forever
and much better for both of them
that it should be; but all the same
she made willing sacrifice of her
whole inner life to Will Travers, kept
herself sacred for him, prayed for
him, thought Of him, and dreamed
of him, with the entire single-hearted
devotion Of a loving wife. Every
day too she read the naval and mill
tary column in the Times; and there
she learned, first, that VIII had gone
to sea again a fortnight after their
parting; later Of his promotion to
the rank of commander; later still
Of Captain TraVers's gallantry in
saving the life of a sailor washed
overheard in the outer harbor at
Monte Video. How the pale cheek
glOWed and the beautiful ewes
sparkled on that day! But then
came a long interval when, except
ing for the testimony of the blue
navy list in Mazie's desk, Captain
Trayers might have dropped out of
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