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!'H E WINGIIAM TIMES, APRIL 27, 1911
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16,, By LAURA JEAN LIBBEY,
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Author of
"When Lovely Maiden Stoops to Folly," "Olive's Court-
ship," "`hien His Love Grew Cold," Etc.
4' de 4UnR4RePrddMlirddiN Id' 4
He had spoken ed%gently, eo kindly to
passion of her girlish heart, her, a great, throbbing hope soddenly
With youth, love ie not a plant of sprang to life In Doris's heart. 1 -Ie had
slow growth. Tho glance of an eye, the married her without love; but perhaps,
touch of a hand, a smile, a tender word, in the time to come, she mighar: win that
often -lights the flame of a deathless love. love, if she did not part from him at the
In striving to be kind to Doris, to very altar.
snake this ball a happy, memorable egooh the had written that fatal letter on
in her girlish life, Frederlok TboraWe the impulse of the moment, and now,
had unwittingly opened her eyes to the on the impulse of the moment, she hur-
truth. She was deeply in love with hits. rled to the vestry again, caught it up
But,. girl -like, she would have died and destroyed it.
rather than he should guess her sweet Five minutes later they were in the
seeret. coach, whirling rapidly away to catch
Suddenly he paused abruptly, is the the Beltincore express. Doris stole many
midst of a waltz. a shy glance at the store, pale, hand -
"1 am afraid it is almost time to go, some face beside her by the light of the
Doris," he said, hurriedly taking out his carriage lamp.
watch and glancing at it. Eivdently he had forgotten that he
Great Heaven! was he mad or dream- said he had much. to sa -to her, for they
Inge It wanted exactly eight minutes reached the depot without his having
to half -past ten—the time for (dosing the spoken a word. .
+seminary gates. "Doris," he said, gently. • Doris watched the handsome face with
She turned a startled face toward. him, wistful eyess too timid to break in upon
"Oh, Mr, Frederick. what is it? Why 'his thoughts, '
410 you look like that? What Is the mat- They took their places In the palace
ter?" coach, but the train had gone some little
"We Janet go at once, Doris," he said. distance. before Frederick Thornton
"'We have not a moment to lose, We turned to Doris, or even seemed to re -
Jam not seven minutes left to rea:oh the meLusher rsher iemember to, .have found
_seminary. It wants just that trine to
half -past ten," .time paes•so slowly In my life,".• he said,
He never forgot the deadly, awful hupatientijr.
.•despair that cane over her face—the . There was no anewer, and he turned
ghastly pallor—how the blue eyes dark- quickly toward his little bride, wonder-
. sued with awful fear. Ing `at her silence, her gravity. Her face
"Oh, Mr. Frederick!" she gasped. was quite pale; her lips were white and
•"What shall I do?" pressed firmly together; and. there were
"Courage, Doris," he said. "We can tears shining on the long, curling lashes.
make it if you are quick In getting your In her heart was.a •.sense of desolation
-*raps." words cannot describe. When the train
A moment more and theywere out is stopped at different stations people won-
-the starlight together, fairly flying down dared at the beautiful, white, girlish
the white road. He ooultt barely keep face, so young, so lovely, and yet so end,
pact with the girl's fleet footsteps. that looked from the window so vests
She was out of breath as they reached fully. '
the steep path that led up the rugged Like all young girls, Doris had had
hillside to the seminary, and was obliged dei wouldbe like,anti of
day -dreams hwhat he wedding-
. dr wo
• to take his arm. would clasp her In his. arms when they
Moro and r mo deadlyntslipped grew her fear as left the altar, murmuring: "My darling,
moment atter momeon cbh, , my owA now, my wife." Ah, how differ-
. quick
Thornton girl's could hear the eat was the reality_terribly different!
ppito beating of rho ho her and dethr She looked at Frederick Thornton sit-
,'
sighs that shack her slender ting beside her so cold, haughty and
� -frame.
"Doris, are you crying?" he suddenly stern. Ah, how handsome he was; how
asked, in deep distress. strange it seemed to ber that this hand -
Before she could reply, from a church some man was—her husband; her hus-
tower near them the hour of eleven rang hand who had married her within the
out, slow, solemn strokes, each one* hour, yet whose heart was as far from
death knell to Doris. ,her as the earth from the sky. Her lips
She fell down on her knees in the quivered, her eyes grew dim with teats;
path. unable to move a • step further, the sadness, the pathos of that face,
sobbing as he bad never heard. any sob might have touched n heart of stone. Re
in Ms life before. Ahl the pity of it! either did not or would not see It. He
His ..w toh was half. an hour slow was looking impatiently past her --out of
He could see the great, heavy Iron gate the window. The impulse was strong to
eirom• whereehe steed. • The Tate •was turn to him and sob out: •-• . .
, e1osed. My husband, lore mea little; •I am
"Oh, Mr. Frederick 1 Mr. ,. Frederick 1 stating, I am lonely and desolate; love
what shall I do?" moaned Doris. "Ma- me a little. Hold my hands in youre;
..dame will never let, me enter her door we are going out in the great, cruel
again. Oh, I ans,•.lostl lost! led! I am world that I have alway dreaded se
much. Sty something to. comfort me-"
homelessepemntlesid•I will be thrown on Then she hesitated. What if he should
the-world-elyniymerFydWith �newhere to go! look at, her contemptuously or turn
I stjt vey,ddly refuge .and. new I. have haughtily awayf No, she must not speak
1p Frederick.
if 1 could bull die f to him; she must not sue for the nifec-
$eIin alt Tagave ti', etoned d=ote the tion withheld -from ber; she had pride
�aeellnK� llttte' figure like one petrlilCRl'�
• x"L Wilt take all :the.•blar,ro •upod.t lay- enough for .that.
caejf,'D seie,d he, mid; •.hu.btly, :"for -as- ' "You do•not ask where We are going,
i+urediy,, the fault was. mine 111Ceaadn Doris, he eaid.at lags. Have. you . no
'Ali to gee 'Come, eager 1110. will' it. 'All. f curiosity to know?". .• •
'y=eti.' Come; let us walk Kldly up Z:' f I have been wetting for you to tell
tate add alag'ihe MVO, Mit," she answered, simply,
ward glance, jaw stelefrcims Ella "'I • Intend 'taking you. to my- borne,
iwck
where my another and-sisters.are, but
aaltry'eut,.into the celdtseneol)111. •night. you could not seedlike. that. We,,will
N The terrible revelation,;.'as;they turned stop over in Baltimore long enough to
,away from the very altar, that her bride- purchase n suitable wardrobe for 'you."
groom.Ieid not married her for love, had He never forgot the startled eyes • she
.almost turned poor Dorie's brain; and raised to his face, eyes shining with
.farm one mad thought,was to set him free tears,
,again, by seeking rest ln.the dark, cold "Home --whore your another and your
water. and end Wall, sinters are!" she repeated in alarm.
Hurrying down, the path, without one "Why not, Doris?" he asked, "You de
lance hbbind at the dimly -lighted, -014 ,not. them to tater the.ideee"
..; hureh,:,pnd:•the,,copch, with the',>•. tatlense "' They would not like mii;:.th`ej',wonid
White horse standing before its door, she hate me!" the cried, vehemently. "They
;reached the brink of the bay, tipped by would Are at ante that I have not been
The golden, arrowy light of tlta.Atars. used to anything, -and that you are far,
e tide was coming in. Tho Water was eb, NO fateabeve be.' I should bo awk-
Yleing MOM' and sjaigher re soh.. morpent, ward and lift at:' ease„ before • them; .1
with the digiveripgrmorin-ttaok:.acro4s it. sawn soli haslet "what 'le d0, abut to ems,
It would, aobn reach the., :rCOk •wAedesehe
,stood, and sweep Iyer away. or bow to' say it. `I, who have been a
"Pio one cares what becomes of me,"
poor, little, dependent aobodj> all e y
:sobbed Doris, piteously. "What have g life, know nothing of your world and its
.clone that I should be so • miserable and ways, and you would,ba ashamed of me.
friendless? Life would have been so Yeu would repent marrying • ale, and; I
different if Frederick could only have should die," she moaned, under her
• loved me. Oh, it is errcruel, cruel!. Hoa- breech.
yen forgive me!" she cried. "I ental; so. ' 'SMy another and ,insisters rire by de
lonely, so desolate!" • , ••metas formidable ' porsond" he"satd,
"Doris!" frowning slightly. "They are well-bred,
The •sound of ber ,own frame. ettertted a Irlfle haughty perbape (alt !eve one of
'see so she ywoulif.tmyec fnllel . •rbPdttw�d c. h ), ,da ntjr• And •. reflnod, s ,They ere
. - from the rook on which she one., ;stand- 'tattles whom it will be a pleasure for yoga,
• tag, down into the seetltingwater t»low, `$"x , fleet." • {
dr a strong arm had not been put out : ."Telt ane Moto of them," mild Deed
hurriedly and caught her; and, turning ?i'aintly,„hent: courage •einl fng°albwer And
-leer white, terrified face. Doris ferried ' lower at ev'ery weed be'tittered. Oh! how
herself confronted by Frederick Thorn-
eetd • , •t'I.wili.;begin, with.ith• my mother,ru,ha
Doris!�� ho repeated, tin's amazement,• "what are you doing biros Y•oa request-
, ed me to leave you halt an heathy your-
, pelf in the vestry. I caine down to the
bay to while away the time. How is it
that I find you here?”
• As he. spoke he looked keeab, cue-
, .fusty into the fair, young face, which
Wes Mightyri and paling so piteously.
He wan quick 10 netted thee great
.change in her bow she shrank from his
outstretched hand, and how her yea
drooped looters his steady gaze.
r _ In a Sash it occurred to Doris that he
had not boon to the vestry, and - )ib :bad
not read thrl nolle She ,,had lett there Ad-
tlresnedeo.blthett d)a .keedid snide.know
What had brought her to the dark, rest,
less waters of the bay; and, Standing face
110 fads wick hint, the could not tell hied,
"This
in the height ,of lmprudenee,
little bo=le," he =aide taking her hand,
Sind drawing It through hit anis "Sure-
ly, Dori., you do not repent •our hasty
anarrlage, do gent" he tasked suddenly;
.and ho was great troubled Ind dlemayed
to see her %Ott her curly head and lanai
into tears.
"What is done cannot, be undone,
boric,"" ht Bald, gravely. "There is noth-
, Ing tor It now but to mak. the best of
it. I will till you any plans ter the future
When We get into the, teach. Put en
your wrap= 41116111y.We fi=a=t Harsh the
1.10 stein, Mad Sri het* +shits N keg tide
SWAN rte.+r
she dreaded to meet his relatives!
Mid, "node! (sketch really faithful per-
tisane for yon: She has mere pride and
•digulty, we think, thanany other mem-
ber of the family, She is tall and stately;
her eyes nee clear, cold and gray. She is
the vary embodiment of the term, a well-
bred, haughty lady." m' •:
"And your slaters—are they like your
mother?" faltered Doris, A111 more
talntly- .. ,
"I have three etrters'!s lee rets ondiocl.
"Isabel, the eldest, is very like mother
in face and manner; Gwendolin Is called
the blonde beauty of tho family, and
neaten, or 'Trixy. as we ulwaye call her
-yell, I can hardly find worda to tell
you,what' ehe is ,litre. . She is, I Must
canteen, a greet cross to my dignified
mother. She 10 sixteen, and the romp,
the tomboy, the mlaoheivoua sprite of the
family. She has very expreseivo eyes,
brown end sparkling, but she can never
be what is called good-looking, for her
hair Ir positively red. My father is A
stately gentlemen, bound'up in his Wei -
nese oared. What I Ann you can KO for
yourself' x think I". Woo given you a
faitteture of the inmates of 'Thornton
'7111n ati Our home le ealled."
As bend 1letenad the presentiment
crew attvrtter slid stronger that story
one in this stately home wonid be awry-
eolitlo to Ursa.
"Ind year mother being 'ih(haat iba 1++,
or haughty alta grand, wielted yeti 1fa
w..W HMI afire Mkt .IPSO t, zt d.bb$'"
said Doris, in a low voice.
"Yes," replied Frederick Thornton
huskily, "My mother wished me to
marry Vivlaa Courtney, and he uttered
a deep1 h
sY.
Doris crept closer to him, looking
breathlesly up into his face with her
great, blue, shining eyes,
"`ell me --if it had not been for me—.
for taking me to the fatal ball, which
ended so fatefully --tell me, would yon
hays married Vivian?"
He wan too honorable and straightfor-
ward to deceive her, Ho bowed his head.
"It would have been so, Doris," he
answered, huskily.
"You loved her so well," she whis-
pered below her breath, her face growing
paler and paler; but he did not notice
that.
"Yes," he replied, but added, hastily;
"why talk of that now? It is all over
between Vivian and me."
"I have Dome between you and the
girl you loved," breathed Doris.
"Let me forget it if I can," he pried
out sharply. "Don't torture me by re-
minding me of what might have been."
Then he relapsed into silence again,
and hie face, half averted from her,
grew sterner, colder and prouder than
ever. He did not notice how wlstfue
was the fair young face turned to him.
He was 111 ut ease; ho had found the
wedding journey decidedly irksome; he
longed to be away from her; and thus
two hours dragged wearily by, and the
palace coach with its ill -meted bride
and groom, whirled on through the'
darkness.
Sho clinched her little hand; she tried
to still the beating of her heart. Ile was
solicitous for her comfort, he was atten-
tive to her wants, but she noticed after
that allusion which awakened his re-
membrance
o-membrance of Vivian, his lost love, that
he spoke to her only when civility r
dictated that ho should speak; and when
he did address her he never looked at
her.
From her heart she longed to be back
with Madame Delmar again. Ah! was
ever a bride go lonely before? Did any
young girl ever inept such a strange fate
as this? Sitting there by her young hues
band's side, so cruelly, bitterly unhappy,
on her wedding journey, the words of
-an old poem anima to her, Oiling her eyes
with tears: --
"Like some divided river,
Your ways and nine will be,
To drift apart forever—
Forever till the sea."
CHAPTER V.—THE DESERTED
BRIDE.
When they reached Baltimore they
drove straight to the hotel, and then, for
the first time, it seemed to Doris, her
husband spoke kindly to her. He said:—
"You look very tired. I should advise
you to get some rest. I always find a
cigar and the morning air most refresh -
Ing after a journey. We stay here a
week," he went on, as he placed a roil
of bilis In her hand. "That will give
you plenty of time to make year neces-
sary purchases."
Doris looked at him the picture, of
dismay, but she did not tell him she did
not have the faintest notion as to what
was appropriate to buy.
"Do you wish me to accompany yore
on this shopping expodittonl" he asked.
"To tell you the truth, It always bores
me. I have ordered the coupe at two,
to -morrow afternoon."
"I can go alone," answered Doris,
bravely. "And I will buy what I think
will please you."
Ho smiled, gratified at her ready com-
plaisance. Half an hour later she stood
alone in her pretty blue -and -gold boudoir
attached to the suite of•rooms that had
been assigned them.
Too restless to sleep, Doris passed the
long hours which followed sitting at .the
window, gazing at the throng of pedes-
trians that passed to -and fro across the
Way.
The afternoon commenced to wane,
the sun set, and 'darkness enfolded the
city, : Still Doris sat by the window,
patiently watching for •Frederick Thorn -
ton's return. How little ehe dreamed of
the suns that would rise and set ere she
looked upon his face again!
Soca'. •after a servant announced six
o'clock dinner.
"I shall not go down until my hus-
band comes," said Doris, timidly. "He
ahust, bo here shortly." .
The long evening wore away; eleven
o'clock sounded from an adjacent belfry;
and weary with long watching, Doris'
curly head dropped slowly, and, sitting
in her chair by the window, she fell into
a troubled sleep.
The sun was, shining into the room
when Doris opened hpr eyes the next
morning. • For an insl'ent she . gazed.;
•
A, BAD COLD
Developed Into
BRONCHITIS.
,,•a ,aeya;;,'.. 77 is ry a ••. 5
Negisetai Brorichitiaid very the
direct camas of Consumption, and on the
first symptom appearing Dr. Wood's
Norway Pine Syrup should be used sad
the Broneh,ltis,cured.'; .
Tare isymp'touid,urt, tightness aileraw
the chest, sharp pains and a difficulty in
breathing, a secretion of thick phlegm,
at first white, and later of a greenish or
yellowish color, coming -frons the'br'on•'•.
chili tubes when coughing, especially the
first thing in the morning,.
Yrs.; Dan. I. idcaarrriack, LCIevdentl,'
N.S., writes: "My little boy two years
old caught it bad cold which developed
into Bronchitic, He a as so choked up be
could hardly breathe. Reading about
your wonderful Medicine, Dr. Wood's
Norway Pine Syrup, It decided to try a
bottle and with such good result I het
another which completely cured bird
Without having a doctor. I cannot lata
too rhueh in itts praise; I would not bet
without it in the horns as i consider it a
turd our° for Colds and Bronchitis."
The price of "Dr. Wood's" Norway
Pine Syrup is 25e. It is put up in a
yellow wrapper. Three pine trees is tint
trade mark. Be euro and accept no
substitute for Dr. WOod'a,
Manufactured Only by The t itilbtkiii
around her with a startled cry of die -
may. Where wee she? Then, like a flash,
the strnngo events et the last few hours
recurred to her,
",
poor The i
h p . r 1 the bride gated around
her with a chill leeliug of loneliness.
Where was her handsome young husband?
Why did he neglect her so cruelly? she
wondered, vaguely,
,Another forenoon dragged its slow
length by. Still lirederick Thornton
seined to Ignore her presence complete-
ly, Dorle was glad when the coupe he
had ordered came for her. She was not
used to shopping, yet it was marvelous
to see the gond taste she showed in the
seleotinn of a handsome,stylish traveling
dress end one or two other costumes.
They wore ordered to the hotel at
once, and counting out the contents .of
her purse, Doris found she had a little
over twenty dollars left.
Arriving at the hotel again, Doris pro-
ceeded at once to array herself in one of
her prettiest costumes, that she might
look more pleasing in the eyes of her
handsome young husband when he
should return.
It was a beautiful vision of girlish
loveliness the long French mirror reflected
—a slender, graceful little creature in
bronze surah silk, from which the white'
throat and delicate head rose like a
flower; but, ah! it was such a very wist-
ful face the golden curls framed, and
the pansy -blue eyes were heavy with
hushed tears.
"Ah, will he never, never come?" Aa
cried out in vague terror, clutching bar
little hands over ht.e heart, and prizing
restlessly up and down the floor.
A dozen times she had stretched her
hand out towards tho bell rope. She
must send some one in search of him.
Perhaps that was what ho was waiting
for. •
Poor, inn000nt little Doris! She knew
so little of life and the great, cruel world.
In answer to her summons end to her
query, "If he would be so kind as to
tlnd her husband, Mr. Thornton, and
tell him she wiished to see him?" The
man gazed with undisguised pity into
her sweet, young face.
"The gentleman who brought you
hero is not stopping here, ma'am," he
said, eonstratnedly. "He left that same
morning, after depositing for a week's
hoard, as that is our rule when there's
no baggage."
"He left the hotel—the day—we—
came? Left me—alone—hero?" gasped
Doris, in an agony of dismay words are
weak, to describe. "Surely you are jest-
ing. He would not, he could not be so
cruel. We.were only married two days
ago."
"Are you strong enough to bear a
great shook?" asked the man, almost
hating himself for the words he was
about to speak.
Once before in his varied oxportnece of
hotel life he had been obliged to speak
the same words to is fair young wife,
and, without a moan, without a cry, she
had thrown up her white hands and
Whin dead at his foot.
Doris rose slowly to her feet, and
stood before him with cheeks as pule ns
a snowdrop and eyes wildly dilated.
"You—you have something to tell
me !" she gaped. "In the name of mercy,
I implore ' you to speak quickly. A
shook, you say? 1—I can bear It."
"A woman .could break this more
gently to her," muttered the man, draw-
ing his sleeve across his eyes.
"Oh, why don't you speak?" implored
Doris. "Is there anything the natter
with any—My—husband?"
"I hope what you say is true—that
that soft-spoken, fine gentleman married
you, poor lags. But, be that as ft may,
the truth, if you must have it, is: He
has deserted you."
"Ah, I knew it would be so!" she
exclaimed, in alarm.
With a will, hitter, agonizing cry,
Doris fell, face downward, upon the
floor like one dead.
Deserted! A deserted bride! Those
were the words that broke a hunizen heart.
We 'intuit hasten to explain, dear
reader, the strange stroke of fate which
tore there two asunder. Arrest your judg-
ment of our handsome hero until you
have beard his defence.
True, he did not lord this young bride
whom be had been fairly forced by an
unkind fate into wedding, and he left
the hotel crying out silently to himself
that the had wrecked his life, and made
the thenglit of. the future as bitter as
death; still, for all that, it would never
have occurred to him to desert her. He
was too honorable to even contemplate
such an action.
Deeply engrossed in hla own thoughts.
ho walked rapidly down the crowded
thoroughfare, paying little heed to what
was transpiring around him. Suddenly
he heard a grent shout, a cry c from the
'people around him. -
•He had barely time to :Mee his head,
and 1n. an Instant he comprehended; but
he Was too late to save himself. A horse,
dashing over the crossing, had taken
fright at n painted balloon in tho hand
of:a little child. In a flash the• driver
was Buried from his seat; the maddened
animal wheeled about with one wild
plunge,, and ere Frederick Thornton
could take one backward step n great
iron hoof was planted just above his
temple.
More dead than alive he was taken to
the nearest hospital: lle•hnd sustained a
terrible fracture of the skull, the coneult-
-ing doctor found. Ilia life hung by a
mingle thread. If he lived, his reason
aught be partially metered -- never,
wholly, unless by a violent shock which
might coat him his life, and it might be
ninny a long day before ho would waken ,
to a realtzaatien of What was, transpiring
about him.
As Is often the ease, this was one of
the many accidents in which City life
Abounds, Which never found ite way tato'
the daily papers.
"So •young', so handsome and stale
Wart," said the hoapltal nurse, pityingly,
as she bent ever rho pillow. "I will kisa
him for the inethet' whose pride he must
`be, and- whose heart will be broken to
site hina like this—and for the sweets
heart, too; who may be watching in
vain for his coming."
ley a letter found in hit pocket it was
aatiertnined he was the son of Banker
Thornton, of New York City, and. his
father ons accordingly communicated
withent delay.
We will pass briefly over the fortnight
et terrible dispense and anxiety which
teltowed. Night and day hie father
Watched 13y his betlside, rebasing to he
apmteirted. And when e t Inst it wee Mtn
ehuded••that the On could be removed
With safety the banker boated a=le bead,
uttering a fervent "Thant: Ged'!"
Owlet to Frederiek'n strong Constitu-
tion hie convalesceneo OM more rapid
than the doctors bad antictpatecl; but
With Morning consetow neer It 'Swab dies
covered there wag a strange blank In hie
mind. He could act remember how he
happened to be in Baltimore, whet had
brought him there, or even the cause at
the accident wh?•h betel hixn,
He remembered quite Well receiving
Vivian C0 rtheY
! pill tinted tod note
which had called him that sunny atter.
neon to Beech Grove. lie remembered
Alighting from the train, and had a dire
recollection of inquiring the way to
Madame Delmars' seminary; but beyond
this—heaven help him!—he remembered
noth.
Thoingevents that had followed in rapid
succession—his meeting with beautiful
Doris Brandon—the ball, and the fatal
marriage which had resulted from it-*
were entirely obliterated from Ms mind.
Alas! for the strange complication); of
a fate more cruel than death)—the vbrd.
existence of the fair young bride, who
waited in vain for his coming, i9aa
swept entirely from his memory. , •
•There was great rejoicing ut Thornton
Villa when the banker and his sop re-
turned home. Mrs- Thornton and the
young ladies embraced Frederick by
turns. His mother held him to bar
arms longest,
"There is some one else waiting to
welcome you, dear," she whispered,
nodding toward the bay window, heav-
ily draped with silkon curtains --"some
one who would not have oared to live 1f
you had died."
"Is it Vivian, mother?" he asked,
qv: ekly, his handsome face flushing wltk
pleasure.
"Yes," she answered; with a smile;
And in another moment the impetuous
young man had crossed the room and
had flung bank the heavy curtains.
A slim, girlish figure bonnded up
from the velvet arm -chair, murmuring:—
"Frederick! oh, Frederick!"
"Vivian, my love! my darling!" he
answered, extending his arms joyfully.
CHAPTER VI. --A FATAL BE-
TROTHAL.
"Will you not welcome ine, Vivian?"
he exclaimed, eagerly "One word from
you will go nearer my heart than whole
volumes of wannest greeting , any one
else could spank."
"You know how glad I am to see
you, Frederick," she replied, in a low
voice, disengaging herself from his cling-
ing arms.
"My conscience smote mo as I looked
at you, and noted the palenessand great
change in you; for I realize that I am
the cause of your accident But for the
foolish note I Wrote you to come on and
go to the ball you would never have
taken that horrid trio to Beech Grove. I
shall regret it ail my life."
"Think no more about it, Vivian " he
exclaimed, persistently detaining the
little white hand in his clasp. "The
pleasure of being with you again, and
to hear you say you have missed me,
amply atones for it all."
"How strnngo it is that you should
have completely lost all remembrance of
what transpired from the moment you
stepped off the train at Beech Grove,"
mused Vivian. "I wonder if the note
was delivered to you which I left with
ono of the girls."
"I wish I could answer you, Vivian,
but, alts! I cannot. It is of slight coa-
sequenee, however, now thut 1t is past,
and 1 an with you again," he answered,
lightly. "But, tell me, Vivian," he went
on in a lower tone, 'are you still of the
same opinion that I must not ask your
father for you yet? You aro cruel tc me,
Vivien; how can I wait!"
"What are we to do, Frederick?" she
answered, raising her great, dark velvety
eyes to his eager face. "Both papa and
mamma declare I am by far too young
to give one thought to love er lovers."
"You do not think so, Vivian?" be
asked, quickly..
"No," she confessed, shyly, adding,
laughingly: "It is. rather a difficult polls
tion—that of an only child. If nay father
and another had five or six daughters,
they would not think so much of in.."
"No wonder your parents look askance
at your lovers, Vivian. No, they do not
want to part with you. They treat our
love for each other lightly, deolaring
you are only a child of seventeen, and
that it is simply ridiculous asking the
hand of a school girl in marriage. Still I
do not despair, Vivian. I am sure all
will cone out right in the end. When
they see, despite all our trials and re-
buffs, we are true and steadfast to each
other, they must be touched—they Must
be pleased—and consent to -give you to
lire. Heaven intended us for each other,
Vivian;lite?" J have I not lov4d you all my
"Yes," she assented, eagerly, "from
childhood, Frederick;" •
"And I will love you, and only you,-
VivIan, until the day I die," he whis-
pered, covering the little white hand he
held with passionate kisses. "If 1 could
not win you, life would never hold one
boor's hapiness totem."'
Further conversation was interrupted
by the entrance of his sister, Trixy, and
e had bare! i
b y time to add:---
" I am determined to plead my cause
whin with your parents --thin very day,
Vivian. Hope for mo—pray for mo."
"Ah, here you are, Fred!" cried a
merry voice, roguish and piquant,, yet
sweet as a silver bell. "I guessed. that I
should find you here, because this is
V ivian's retreat. , Wherever the is, you
are 'sure M be. We have long since dubbed
jou 'Medi ivy's shadow.' •'
And, long before the sentence was
&nlshed, Iwo—white arms were flung
about his nock with such a hearty hug
it almost took his breath away.
"Trixy?" exclaimed lairs. 1 bornton,
entering the room just 1n time to over-
hear this refereed "yet must not tufa
roil* brother and Vivian t*'
"Then he must net be 'holding viif"s
hand rind looking supremely rldlculou's
When I come upon them suddenly!" she
cried, with a rollicking laugh and b
saucy toss ot her head, as she strong
through, the low French window out on
the rose -bordered terrace.
"Von must not mind her, Vivian,
Clear," said Gwendolln Thornton, hastily
crossing the'tooin. "It the finds Out that
anything she says plagues you, the little
torment will keep it up."
Vivian blushed. She did not look very
unhappy over the matter, nor did her
handsome stalwart companion, They had
been bantered about each other ever
since they were children, and were" as a
consequence, quite used to it by this
time.
"I want yon both to come to the
library rind settle l+ very important de-
elaion," continued (lwendolln,
"We intend to commemorate Freder-
lok's home coming by some festivity.
hails are old; Iaw•tr fetes flet mush bet-
ter. Shall we have ao archery party. M
yachting party, a oarniaal, or eheradee
on a platform built on the )awn, and
dancing afterward?"
"Let rat have nothlsg with daneing
connected with it,"Interposed Frederick,
quietly. "t have taken rush A etrstg
a►ereiow to It, 1 cannot tell why."
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"Nonsense!'• Neel -n3 c,won' n11t:
"Any evenin,; ga.herinr lose, n.,It its
charm it there's no sdat,oing. Why, sr
would be outrageously dell N•,. no!
There must be dancing, at all events."
"Then I will leave y.,u to arrange re --
matter between yourselves," deet Lied
Frederick, turning away and sauntering
nut on the proch.
resently his mother joineet him.
"Do you notice how pale Vivl."n has
grown"' she asked, keenly watching her
son's handsome, indolent face. "tlorry-
ing over your illnos'; did that Frederick."
"Dear little Vivien," he murmured,
swing dreamily air toward tin• white
calls skimming up and down the river.
"The dream of my lite would he real-
ized if 1 could see you `safely married re
her, my boy," his mother went on.
gently. "Forgive me, but 1 often enter-
tain strange doubts and fears over your
future. Fnllin.X in love with every pretty
face that crossed your path seems to be
your rock ahead, Frederick, and—"
"Mother," he interrupte.1, reproach-
fully, "1 cannot help being what you
have often quaintly phrased it—a beauty
worshiper; but I could never care for
any one as 1 care for Vivian. I mean to
act upon your advice at once—marry
Vivian as soon as I can gain her par -
tents' consent."
Mrs. Thornton's face brightened.
"I was much afraid you had some
other love -affair on hand," the said, in
low voice. "You know you are heir 'to
e million: many people know that, and
unscrupulous young women might tet
traps for you. You are romantic by na-
ture, easily influenced and persuaded.
I have always had a strange presentiment
over your future. It will be the bapplent
day of my life when I see Vivian your
bride.'"
"And that you shall see as soon as
I can wln her consent," he replied, gal-
lantly, raising his hat.
Long atter his mother had left hire,
Frederick Thornton continued to pace
slowly up and down the porch, thought-
fully blowing .the rings of cigar smoke
away froth kis handsome face.
'How • strange it is! Ever since my ill-
ness I have been haunted by some inde-
flnable, vegue sensation, as though there
Was something important on my mind,
which has escaped my memory, and
which I am ever'vainiy trying to recall,"
he muttered.
He always attributed it to some ver
lashed fancy during his illness, and at
length he ceased troubling himself about
this vague fancy, which was no doubt
the idle coinage of a delirious brain.
Ah, heaven pity himl How little he
dreamea that it was the memory of hie
bride, from whom fate bad parted hint
no strangely, thnt he was ever vainly
endeavoring to recall.
•'There was more than ono diffloultr in
his wooing. A pretty, willful, defiant
little beauty like Vivian was surd to
Mare plenty of lovers. One of her ad
mirers, more bold then the rest openly
declared himself the bitter rival of any
man who should sue for lovely Vivian's
hand. Thus, for stone time past, Fred-
erick Thornton and Gerald Marston had
been rivalsbitter foes; and when of
length 'Vivien's engagement to Frederick
Thornton wag announced, it was a ter-
rible blow to at leant one heart.
Gerald Marston sat with the newspaper
slutohed tightly in hie hands, gazing
with a death white face at the printed
paragraph. Slowly and deliberately he
read the closing linos through for the
twentieth time:—
"The marriage will take place on the
tenth of September, at the residence of
the Bride's tarents."
Then he tore the paper into Si thousand
fragments, and set his heel upon thein,
while the' bittereu't laugh that was ever
betted fell from his lips.
"It 1 had been the son of n million -
:Pita, Instead of a poor devil of an artist,
old Colonel Courtney and his haughty
Wife would have looked upon me with
=more favor. They have persuaded Vivian
Into this. There Wan a tlmewhen I could
have sworn she leered the lett."
Ilii face grew hbggard and stern. and
the light died from his eye..
"7 hare -Staked my lite, Intl love, my
Mous on a girl's hearty and I have lost,"
Ito rrted, despairingly.
lie flung his brush trot hior, and the
paintings that had been the dearest
dreams of hie s'•mbltton ho dashed f=orts
t
hint with a ehaklCg hand.
"Good-bye, life, love and fame," Ise
muttered, catching his breath hard.
"If any darling is happy with 'Thorn -
ion, God knows I will try to bear up
like a man. I cannot stay here to wit-
ness my rival's triumph. Twill go away.
I will put the whole width of the world
between us."
The next day Vivian Courtney received
the following letter:—
"Dear Little Vivian—Dear tome still,
although I have lost you—and with you
vanish all the bright dreams of a happy
future—I cin going away. I leave the
city to -day to be gond long years, perhaps
forever. I shall never return until I can
look calmly upon you as another man's
wife. 1f 1 can never do this, I will never
return. Even though I do not, always
remember this. Vivian—that ono lives
somewhere in the great, wide world who
would lay down his life for you. I shall
seek forgetfulness on sandy deserts, on
burning plains, in dark forests, en track-
less seas.
'.You gave me a simple geranium at
the garden gate ono moonlit night. No
doubt It was a thoughtless act, and one
which,, even In that moment. you forgot.
But 1—oh, `Vivian!—I have treasured
that simple leaf as a miser treasures kis
gold. Countless kisses and burning tears
have fallen upon it, because once it
rested In your dear hands. When I die.
that geranium leaf will be found upon
my heart. Good-bye, and God bless you,
peerless Vivian.
"I leave for Baltimore on the noon
train. Farewell, my beautiful, whom 1
bare lost.
`" Yours in life and in death,
"GERALD."
CHAPTER VII.—DRIVEN OUT INTO
THE WORLD.
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"Where am I? What 'is the matter?"
she exclaimed, struggling up to a sitting
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mass of golden `curls from her taco with
her little white hand; but in a flash
memory returned to her, and she re-
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through the room as mho fell beck 'on
her pillow. turning her face to the wall.
"My poor child. you must not take on
like this," said the housekeeper, pity.
ingly. "You will force yourself lints
brain fever."
"I wish I could 1" cried Doris, bitterly.
"Would to heaven I could die and end et
A1). Oh, yes, yea, I Irish 1 had falces
(To be continued.)
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