Year: 1872

this far.away foreign city-a terrible repulslon
to all the Past-the fearful, cruel Past. She
clung to the protecting arm which had been
her support, and which something told her
was the tenderest and truest and most unseltish
while the strongest she had ever known, OF
would ever know.


Jack heard, and with a great leap his heart
burst the strong resolves which had so long
controlled it.


mildred" he said, bending his head to hers,
I'VE viW stay here, darling, if you will stay
with me-"


The rest of the party we're few steps in
advance; Kate and Henriette on each side OF
their aunt, pointing out to her distant tower
which rose up in strong relief against the dark
horizon as the torch-light fell upon it. They
heard Kate's clear voice exclaim-


ut must be the Aur Church. See how the
shadows fall upon it as thel lights vanish q"


And then like the continuance Of dream
which no rude sound disturbs, the words came
again


81 love you, Mildred"


No answer was given none was required.
Two clasped hands, and all was over
Gan ended the hopes and the fear and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart the restless, unsatlsed longing,


All the dull, deep paln and constant anguish Of paence'


Two hearts which Fate had once seemed to
forbid should ever meet, now came close
close-never 10 part again.


When Mildred reached his room she threw
open the window and sat there in the starlight
alone and quiet. Not pulse was quickened
no wild passionate gusts stirred the still depths
of her soul. All was peace. How different
this love from that other! Could it be the
same feeling? Or rather was not this the
real; that other but the counterfeit? b pas
sion love? Compared With the calm conf
dence, the deep and tender faith which now
filled her heart for one true and noble man,
that fascination of the senses which had ab-
sorbed and thrilled her emotional nature,
seemed desecration of the holy word.


The events of the year-just one short
passed slowly in review beforeher. She
saw the form which had been her ideal of per-
feet grace she beheld that face Of exquisite
beauty, now alas! shrouded in eternal gloom.
Once more each scene in which they had met
each word that he had spoken-Aitted as pale
ghosts in sad succession before her memory,
and then vanished. She knew now that she
had loved but an ideal the real Waldemar
had never touched the magic chords which
now gave forth, for the first time, the perfect
music of her life Poor little Rose Collier, in
her grave by the Mexican Gulf had given
him the only true love he ever knew after the
lips of his miserable mother were forever
closed. But all the wrong-doing of his selfish
life was expiated now. Death cancelled the
terrible debt which could not have been for
given while he lived.


Calmly these things passed before her;
calmly they were laid away never to be re-
called again. When great grief has wept
itself to sleep, a little sobbing sigh, like a
shower among the leaves, alone remains Of
the tempest which lately bowed the lofty oaks
and rent the very skies.


Mildred's lifestorm was over; the winds
were still !; the clouds had drifted away; and
Heavens holy stars shone peacefully down
into her grateful heart. She looked up at
the deep blue sky above her, and with folded
hands and silent lips she gave God thanks.


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