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in answering I begin to think he is i Sir Grahame. will blame bine for taking we have no thought of retiring into the
disappointed. ! little caro of Lis son. . . , drawing-reotn and awaiting our visitor
ciTOBE 31, 1879
both—so well." *#
1 think 'legit nee:were. I cannot
'We are seven—not five on earth and, "She is indeed most lovely," he, An.if Dolly were not, good eeiouglt 'fur like ordinary mortals. No visitor, no beer—there is :i singiu= in my ears.
two in heaven, like the family of poetic says, at length, almost in a reverent',any body 1 stranger ever comes here. It must be Then there is evhat seems re long sil-
realowvu, bot, unfortalnatelyfor poor Ia.! voice, as if Dolly were a saint; and' By aed•by it gets the lovely Dolly's Lady Gresham or nobody, once, but still. I sit there—turned to
tilt: r, seven an a rtheseven well -grown, ( she is not that—she is all "pure ? turn to go to Aunt Dorothea's for a It is not Lady Gresham, Oiia stone.
lie:►lthy, hna,glw t;trl .
!Loudon season acid a husband, and glance a t the tall, slim, figure, closely
the day before she goes Joan, seaareh• wrapped in a cloak Booed with for, one
the for her in the weeds, runs a;wvifth glance at the smell veiled face tells Leas
;nit the fact With shame and blushes.! manly good -looping family." and silently elate, the narrow tenh. that Another 'u1 I leave my erns hind.
, s• womanly.
Yee, girls. W'V a always, when cines- I "In fact"--langhitlo and changing
tioued by ovet-curions strangers, ad- his tone—'•I think you are au uucom-1
Dreeentiy Dolly's voice,
a 'high, loss mo ones. I shall never
see yuulagtlin. 1 don't think Joe would?
It is almost a crime to he a girl under It is quite late when I say "good I think I. const 11:►ve roan so for five round her, and am crying otlt-wildly, The 1 remember, she ie alone with
the circumstances. If there had been night" to my lover at the little garden minutes before I stop, hesitating again. "Dolly l .1)•,Icy 1" her lover, not whet, end I /integer to
bat one boy, it would have seemed lesst gate (Grahame Denait is lingering in II awn &lints et tttreitee back wile a Sho loosens herselfgently frown my my feet, to mother's room. Then I sit
dreedtul, Sometimes we have almost the porch, showing Dolly the stet:Oilsound strikes on my ear --a 1,nnn'd
thought, are elder girls, of cnttine little ! and when he is gone 1 slip away unob-voice, Formoment 1 am frightened,
Dot's curls off, and putting iter in served to bed, la it is so louely and Clark, 1 shrink back
linicherbaceers and a sailer's hat, but They twill not Luise me, and somehow 1 among the trees listening, I can not
we ab.i.ndoned the idea because we I cannot face the usual chatter to -night. hear the words, the voice is indistinct
could not keep it tip. , When ane is very Happy cue lilies to be
Loather is only a parson, a servant of !quiet. Dol};- thinks 1 ant asleep ►when',
the elinrch, and therefore worse pa=id site comes zupet:airs. I watch her as
even than her Majesty's servant& 110F she stands before the glass divesting
Ilse to►., hundred a year, a hinge tune- i herself of her simple attire, and there l answer Itiw, It comes presently, it is as Ent. I am holding to the banisters. she ought not to be left too long,
bin•&lo.t n pare;onaege, an apple orchard, + is n little pleased smile upon her face, woman's—it is Dollc'e. Low and clear, I can not move or spears. 0 Mother gives one stranee, startled
a garden wherein grow cabbages,weetds, i It trust be very pleasant to be so bean- I hear every wort?. Is it Dolly ' or is hitt a gbasr}y.leek at mo es she goes.. linnet I spoken
nett :ill thteg:a that grow of thewselve'" P WO. When she teas said her prayers "\Vhat have .I dons ? , spectral shadow of our darling, foo. ' oddly ?
grasp, pati back her veil, and' holds dowyn, 1 try to think, but 1 cannot
out her arms to mother, think or feel. I am numbed, part,lyzetl
"Mother, Mother," with a little cry, in mind, almost in body,.
an exceediegly bitter Cry, long and When mother coe.t>s in I see her, I
low, "will you take me back ?" speak to her. I know what I have to
—muffled, and then there is silence, Dot bursts into a howl, and clings to toy, bat the words tenni difficult to re-
nd a sound that is almost like a sob pity Itneea,, member, and my own voice sounds her
or a groan. I am held spell bound. I nit isn't !Elly, it ieu't D•>Ily—oh, away, as i?f it were soreene ets e'F.
ata listening f.tr the w'eic3 that shall Jo, serol; her a na►v," " Dolly is alone, mother, with Hugh
alike Aires), al; worn-out, failed, patient i awl pot out the ii 1At, sue comes to n y God help me. , . , _what have beaanty, with a look of DDolly as::.,iP Soon I arra nide to go back to Dolly.
n if1+ atdli pts. Stu* enougt1 fa+r any Kids and kts,es me very y;ertaY; 10411- }: clone ? Atad von could thiul.t that 1 tarn° wild eyes and quivering; to to .1
wvouhl d0 this thing.
Owl you understand that I would
rather die than she should ever know ? of gentle reeroaeli.
A moment's acne-•�a nen- " think she is feinting. orin, won
;cent's rause---a momentarybreak iceyon helpme :
her voice,on, alae you, nom),We carr , our a ar ing into ,.ear s•ar,ni
not so ;Lucia a myself f ought to nave while Bab to kee the tau a nag, el i re
to poet er.
Mother i i Waling 110r view c 1aa
foolish tears that will
ane, ate trying vary hard to pas.' the long meadow greeees aid peeltsug
some wine between her white lips. 1'a -1111e wwitli bnttereupe{. 0 Gad, how long
i wsaas it—thew lu:ig ?
And then smiling, she l7ays tier howl
1'1 urine, lnnrmer1Ug of " Jo arta Hugh,'
ed falls a;afee"p.
Aud so, on ter bright spring morning,.
,when the flowwere are bur atingint) bloa-
Aqd pts we l"a^"lr. end w tt,'1L. anal, al
a ud the veto of the enetteg-Lird lel•
,Loki; fear that the life so hem so.. heard to the fond. 11* ilio highest snot
pended will never come Welt to crit of ground in this "tsaa1 acre,' where
x where •n t
., • � 010s r+ wsagreenest,Ilei I e tai
` "* the faint r'tru hn hre:►tl, grase t; 1 r
darltn,,, 1:., ..
tickers in her breast, and the s newt, blows freshest, etrnightest from heaven,
'tart eyes slowly widow, wed fix them where the aneltehlve boons film the or-
chard herd by fall tenderly, lovingly ole
her coffin, jetet it's they tell two eprenge
ago on her warm, living lt1v* iineee, We
ley oro d.arlin; to rest--" in a sure and
certain trope of a resurrection."
Anil by Delly's grave 1 bid nos
" fares ell,'
Three days, three nights hail Andre
there ; three dayv, threat niehts has the
little white beat besial (' my own been
empty, The earth is brown on her
;;rave, and no etm,e yet marks whore
She lie, bot I have reldied tate woml•s
of their fairest, freshest `""w1>rs, and
brant ht them to lay on my darling.
Dy her grave, tenderly, reverently,
etc one who eyelike in the presence t ff
the deal, I' toll 1'Iugh that I Itnowr, Lott
that Dolly has given npher life in vain.
ilo.. look.; so hoot"aril, so wrecked, so.
ill, that Peen if I did not Love hire so r
should pity .}lira with mil my heart.
lint when he, necusiug hiln••elf wild-
ly, retnorseftilly, prays me fur her sake
to forgive hen and let hint atone by Site
whole Life for the wrong he bras done
me, I am able to answer quite calmly
dint it can never be.
And so we part, as those who know
they will meet no wore on this side the
grave.
Sorrowfully, silently 1 creep home-
ward, through the gathering gloom,
leaving, all love,. all youth, all hope be-
hind rue.
Dat Hngh stays there, by Dolly's
grave.
roan. l not resist openingmy eyes.I think my senses are g.^io*g;. Oratt �Aud before another morning breaks,.
'These girls heal t'tlent, beauty)! ""Goad night, Daily.' t mother brings them hack pith 'a look when the stars are be„'lnliing to ,le in
hnottlt, high spititi, but no money :? "Jo, dear,1 thou;;ht you were asleep.
the first faint daatrn of tieht, awl ealehi.
and their only hope ;vas ►11 their Aunt.; I have not had a chance to tell you p I 1 ' k } f ' t' J 't our darling "" rap the t;ohlen entire to
1):trotben—L;tay Gresham. They haat I ;chat 1 think of !Wu, I like Inge so p a„ heneen: '
promised to go to her in Leleidon aas 9 ranch ; oh, he is more than handsome, 1 "1 d t blame y } 3 I " She !Aad been babbling of green {
they came r.+f age ---one after the other; • 1 don't wonder at you any tool=0," 1 1 h E tl 1 b' i 1 I 1, fields, of the old epple tree, of playing
aau.i Joao has t'a begin tyle sone: Of vid- * .i e. * * known. , . . . . , what it all h in the woods, of trivial things 1014 for -
its. Of eollree they all hope to }."ice: meant. . . . . . nothing can h 1 h l 1 1 k gotten, that hapl�eueit when we were
up rich ltushatada, and the first geeati,ln It is the last night t they go au the ever atone. but you orad make ray mie. trait back the little ebi:}ttren—uf chaasiug me through
of Joan's awi•.ters ou her return is, ila(maw—Hugh to a Loudon curaacj wry, my eolf•renronob, less unbearable.
lr
"Wheat is be tikeu .. (iu aa'1 oast•enderly, wretched, and Fin- pongee tui,, *wear to ire, that ere
nNo"—this is Bob's severest tone— stricken a district as he could choose). 4101l cover itnow." She pauses, and
"tell its tIof all what_what enubi Crraltaarne Desert backbackto college. yet no answer comes. "Will you, bred
have possessed you after a}} our ex. We are wvntlitarini for the last time ,ray heart? Will you matte me come
take
site throughthe garden and orchard. 'Tagil nl self for aeingelved to come betweenperirnc,to i curate ?•
speaks tie if we had lived seventy- years, , endl are alone ; neavertlleleed the con- you anal her ?"
and there is a flitter enephiisis on mei vi ra.alton 8erale*vl•at ilag'a. 1,190 iia Is it 1)• Ily's voice 1 The agony and
;net ward. often talent, but I amcot. 1 lltirdty horror in it make 1110 starer. Some
It iia into , Intent to saw, -1 did not I dare coufesa it even to illy*self, bat 1 alteirien r;ense of shame brings batt: my
tmkt? him. Ile teoe me. X14,1 t1I f tows. I halve not been so nnroeeerveally* happy twaraiyseet' ensos, aunt without writing
end if were t: hundred time poorer of Into. There ie a miserable doubt ± for another wword I creep silently brach
I coif heot hop myself. m s lf. f•Ie is gooai larking somewhere in my heart --a through the darkened wood, through
and true and need, -Ile ie my: fate for iIot,bt ndteIIwr .1luglr has chose,* nit the tit -le gate, and then under the old
1 rattier for what 1 ata not than for what
t
better or for worse. Irl my heart, I am : clioson mo rather n9 a fittin; apple -treaty it dnwvrt trembline.
but on toy Nen, air the first timr+,r�Have I dreamt it all ? Is that Doi -
rev 1u tlInt work he has ea nu:
111y eighteen Rummers I feet that tltt,ta d for 11f,n ae11f. than for his girl love, !woe.
°y, our ;nuns >a . h:►}►rr• ra >,trr, on.
Are things one cannot molts tion pie }a f I : if 1t' l..4. 1
Weltyh:
for or as r'a a ou+ a of aro vs tnty who het to pick midOnto
of half a dozen anent. My love- i from the world's hest treasure, who
story would lobe half iia swectnees it it, `voulal do anything fen hi*n, bot I c+int" t
n.•t hear that lrl.* ha:art should be frith. pleading there iu the little wood, where
were tett in their midst.. ao I awuswer we have played 8%1*0t we were hathiew.
evasively, ""First of all—he is not n ",f nth" "dual thorn of ire, wilco tuva> for auotllcer woman's happiness against
iron a a well.
euraate, no, not even that. He has not o*e r OWli ? ho iia this woman that
a curacy nor aaltving. There 1S one in . nut I wit} not punish him by lint. 4l11. should plead for her al if the.
tin;; rny" foolish, jeatluras doubt int'. low,
Itis uncle's gift, and it is to cninfl, to ;words. 1I0 is nftcutiula s $o troll, and loved her
ilii, i l his last night.
If %illumine( Ileanrt iI never doubt
that it is be—who else has seen l) 'Hy
to love her and be loved by her ?) is
t,nnr,d to some other, woeld it not In
better, fairer as :toll for her ms fat
,ttelu that he should tell her of his
love for Holly ?
I think if I were that woman I wo alai
rather know.
011, Doily, Dolly, has it come to
this ? .stn I to sit here silent, ht'lrlgss,
while you aro breaking yo it heed ?
Jason speaks to Grahame Deanrt
alaatut Dolly, and he declares that 8111
does not love him :—
"It 18 not good," he says, bl^shiny.,
like a girl. I knew you would btt;•aorr' ,
nut it 19 hopeless."
"Hopele"aa 1 Can not anything. .
twilit:. he is very good looking—good•
looking enough to smtiefy even all of
you. Is there anything more ?"
That night, when Dolly, sitting on
her little white bed. and combing nut
the long ripples of be hair, turns her
eyes on me, and says gently, "Jo,
decor, what is it like to be in love :i" I
answer evasively "that sae roust get
'We are smut ing by the old orchard -
gate, rickety Willi welt swingiug on.
Iy- eyes are fixed on two people i*
front of r1e--11'dly with her long tires:
swishing thron;;i the damp grass, bei
perfect, li''rolne f fignre ; Gralaaalue
tell, broad -shouldered, with his these.
cropped, curly head remarkably elosi
some one else to tell her." And then. to herr--
lookitg at her pure loveliness, I feel a Still amorous and fond and billing,
va"„stat jealousy of that not impossible Lobs, Philip and Mary ou a shilliuyt.
"someone else." "They will make a Happy couple," 1
And so the golden summer days env, smiling, "It hes pity he is so
drift on, and I settle down into my oda' young ; but stilt he is two years ofdet
Iife, the saan10, yet not he same, fan be- than she ie."
1xeath it all there is a quiet gladness in lingh is leaning indolently upon the
my heart which lends brightness even gate, but at my innocent words le
to the common rounds of daily life.' stat is to lite feet as if he were shot,nntl
But when autumn is laying its first
sail touch upon the l:eantifil earth, my
quiet eonteut is turned into actual pres-
ent happiness so great that I could
clntehes my hands.
"Good God 1 do you nienn it ?? Do
you mean what you say ?"
"Whatever is the matter ?" I ask,
stout for yesy joy, but for the fear of half offended at the unnecessary foret
my sisters' wwlioleaome ridicule. of his language and his rough grasp.
Graham Desert is corona, home to "I only said what anyone could see
the old Minor -house, and Ilugh hello- with half an eye—that Graharne Des-
sine—Joan's Hugh—is cnming with art is in love with Dolly."
him to read. They come at last. It dawns n} on me that he thinks
Yes, before I have realized it they
are upon us, and Hugh, holding my
hand, is looking down on me from bis
great height with a tender light in his
grey eyes. Where are tate pretty
spnechen I have rehearsed for the oc-
casion ? Even if 1 could . recollect
• "
" :Nothi;* ," he says, almost sternly.
"She has told nee that she dues nut
ove me."
Thies not love him ? Gan men bi
•so binid? 1, who only heard her voice
in speaking to hint, know what man-
ner of love hers i:+.
So Dolly goes to London, and her
scheming aunt ultalte8 a match between
her lovely niece and a roar with a title
Dolly in her poverty no match for Il1r.'--Lold Dacres. The winter passes
Desert and his riches. and spring comes again.
"She may not be as rich as he is," I I am sitting by my window one ev-
add with some warmth : but she is
beautiful enough to marry anyone—
even if he were a duke,"
"And would you sell her for money?"
them I could not deliver them in the he says, sternly."
bosom of my family, so I stance silent "Soli her ? Is theta any question
and shy, but happy, oh, so happy 1 Is of selling ? Why shouldn't site like
not Hugh with ma, really ww ith me Grahame as well as he likes her ? At There is more than a ipossibility that
once more ? any rate she seems to." site may never have h.id my letter, fel
When I collect my scattered senses He does not answer, and I am get- they are still abroad, and often for
I find that I am beiug; introduced to 'ting cross. weeks together we do nut know where
Mr. Desert, that he is a good-looking, "How is it you have not seen what to write to her.
fair young man, with broad shoulders has been so apparent to everyone And as I sit there thinking, I hear
end an honest boyish face: also that else'" the unusual sound of wheels in the
heis talking to me and looking at Dol• "Why not, why not ?" he said, con- high -road, and, looking absen"ly out
ly. He and Hugh do most of the con fnsedly. "Becaese I have been blind, 'ever the hedgegrows, I catch sight of a
versation for the first few. minutes. I suppose, quite blind. I never dreamt large close -shut carriage with two jad-
Consideri+fig our usual loquacity we are din never thought of it." ed, dusty horaee. I watch it with a
horribly silent, but what we taek in I ant Gr09ti lanes. I ata always cross vagtae curiosity—carriages of any de-
words we make up in blushes. I when anyone seems inclined to run seription are do rare in these pelts—
wonder if Hugh has ever seen so m•tny Dolly down." but its it stops, and then tnrns up oui
rad .cheek before in his life? But '•Have yon any reason to object to lane, my curiosity changes into hope—
there are blushes and blushes. 11iy the ilea ? Is there any just cause or wild °hope.' B1tt iso 1 'Dolly would
feelings show theluselves by a vivid itnpediment why Grahame Desert never stop in that close -shut 'fly while
red, whish spreads impartially over should not marry Dorothea Carr ?" I theawvorn horses toil so slowly up the
nosed forehead and. ears ; Dolly's. by e stay, sarcastically. lane. ' She 'would Have been out end in
tender shell pink, which mounts no He seems to recolltct how rude be onr arms before this. 't'h'en from hope
ening, a week before my wedding -day ;
I have been stitching at one of my
wedding garments, but the twglight i-
falling, and the work lied unheeded in
my lap, while I nm wondering, sadly
anti sorrowfully, whether there is yet a
chance that Dolly may come to me.
tiler—poor father, shall I ever f<,tif,•t
the stricken look on his Neel 714 •-t diel
jog' at the flu' of the iiatl•, .fa►
laid arms crossed, and the h , to t 1,
Itis uneoneciclus1y bronel*i wwith
WW1 at his feet.
solves. font• itnf'onsei1"it*lr, Hien wwitlt
gradually dawning consciou ns" , i,i
+atGl* rat us.
"Oh, mother, mother, it is a) gond
to be home again." A*sal thee she lie.
still, we Allot, think she Itav rattail:
back into unconsciousness.:`,Iv knee.
are cramied anti stiff', lint I panne 1
move. Through the open wilulowt
there eo1110,1 a faint ?wort smell (rete
the lied of tiliaa underneath, the twit-
tering +'f 1110 birds iii their nests. All
the simple, homely things around u
seem but to into:sift' the trn;tdy be -
or ewet.
1t 100 attn s'irq. n faint flush e-°nu's
into her role teen which deepntaa int.e
two bright hectic spots as she trips t+
nisi►.
"Father," site save with a lillentt=
entreaty In her vnien. ""1'Before you
oke me, yon most know, 't must tel"
on, I—I have run away from n1"
husband." Tattier desee not newer, 1
think he cannot answer ; but ehe min.
takeq the noon, and throws ant her
,vasd nus, rand anises trop poor wrier
'n r<neh nvanifest terror, stat wo, wvlt'
hear.
tptranx'mlal"'.
"'Father, do net send me back ; fa
tiler ---be will kill me body and soul --
leer father—tenthor, speak for me -1
think he is tired of tow, be was cruel
to mr."
Father is a good mon if utero' ever
was one --a man of God in very truth
and I think that the curse whirl'
.itrnggled to his lips will be fnrgivaan
him, but net to the man who brought
it there. He holds Dolly iu his arms.
"You shalt stay with me as long r e
Goa lets you, my child," he says,
quietly.
But when I would kiss her, crying
over her, site hhiveri and shrinks from
rte, cryint wildly that "ebe is not fit.
I roust not touch her.". .
But to mother she clings, as if ahi
were a little child again.
And so we lay her, at her request,
in her own little bed, with the _layen
der -scented sheets no whiter than her
face. And through the loin, sari
hours I, who cannot sleep, watch uy
her side, soothing the sudden -par.
oxystns of terror That break ; her rest,
holding her tight iu my arms to assure
her of her safety.
Atter a few days she asks to see
Hugh, and Joan bears what they say.
"I have done wrong, I know. but
you mustn't blame me, I wantedto be
right—I' wanted it to be impel-iblo for
you to think of me, and love me any
more. And .1 meant, God knows, I
meant to be .a.•good s ife to my hus-
band."
A moment's -silence.
"Hugh, won't you 'forgive me when
I am Jyiug ?"
No answer still, hut -be is crying.
"Hugh, do not -weep and break my
hearts 11 would ` have . been all the
same any way, I could- nothave lived
if I had taken you and left her alone."
Then he speaks: i .p:
``"01* 'My Boiling;:: the wrong has
been 'tirine l.e.t`tne slie not yon,"
"Hugh, yon will promise—will you
let me die thinking it all iu vain ? In
itieiher than her eyes and only seems :Sae -been. I change to fear—deadly -fear. It is
to lend them a ,,brighter light. "Nooe that I; know of," he answers, Aunt Dorothea; and• she bringrl "had
"Is she not lovely ? " I eek at length, hurriedly, none Whatever, except news of Dolly., Long, long before this
tae we pair off and I, walk by my lover's that -1 always heard he wee ;testa etl l: am Ftending if' the hall: JI watch'
t on h the quaint old ardent cur nousin—Lady Florence Main 'with ''trembling limbs, ` and beating.
slate lir ,
g tinted? -Is garden,
not warini.'' heart' while the edacho:an, with femble
Are you.disappointed
quite as beautiful as t told `you..•aTheiI Cit Lady 7tlorenoe "Main- hands Upens the, 'editing() door. .
Ills eyes dwell oo the tall slim figure waring," say I, grimly. . The_nnusaal sound of
in front of us, the faair profile tnrr'ed But Hugh is quiet and absent all
eowerds Gsahaatn Desert, am( 1 i. L ly that evening,anti I wonder whether be
vi;+ible in tli.0 ilial light' 11:, is r.+;
wlaeelaa hell brought mother and some
of the ehildien. They are whispering. a little while it will be all right—you
is t ni+blina laixt elf wvitIt the idea that, Moth:es! ,e yale. We use uo ceremony, will brink ut' me as oue._who loved you
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