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OLIVER COOK. P. M.
50cm SORWALK crrv OFFICERS.
Mayor—Drum P. ELY.
(Vat—Emu: WiLcox.
Wanna A. morn.
War—Oar. W. Sm.
Auditor—Wants: C. Quin-Inn.
Harald—Jun: L. Rrsszu.
Wm? Roms, Turnrmm: “'chwa
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Auns. Sam P. Puck. £13m A. Wm.
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B. ELwtu. Joann R Rxmxn.
Xon‘rox, “1me M.
varmtn, 2n.
Sac-and ll‘urrJ-(‘uns‘rxu F. TOLLE‘. Stunts D.
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Third Wardithxzs L‘. Cnowz, (‘nxmza II.
WRIT:
O! COVNCILISS.
mun-«L Robert I Tom—s.
Edwin A. “'hftman.
«Yr-«(Jami SWLorcnm Dibble. John L.
Rtrbarda. Robot". I. Taller.
lamp: and Gal—John L. Ridaards. [Ivory W. Los—
tor. Joseph R. Raymond.
Saturn—J . b R. Raymond. Edwin A. \Vhitxv 13!,
William H. “‘ifcox.
Fimnu-u—Hunry II. Ewell. mama-.4 F. pt‘f‘k, L1»
room Dibble.
May—Robert I. Toilcs,
Public Mating—Henry
Smith. “‘illinm U. \Vilcnx
Public Hrallh—S-nmuci F. Peck. Grorgc ‘V Smith.
Loam Dibble.
Repair: am! 5’1
Benedict. Henry
SOCIETY INDEX.
RELIGIOI‘S.
Georgy Bctlcdict, If an ry
\V, Lcszer, George W.
gifu— “‘3‘.me II. Wilcox. Conrzc
Lestet.
’ J! I" .4
walk. II B Wig-ham. Pros.
MASOXILI.
0i”! "HI M151.
mmmunications holden on the first and third 'I‘ucs—
stn‘rt. South Num‘alk. Gonna) Knight. \V, )1.
Sf. Jnlui‘x Lady. No. 6.—XL‘(‘Q§ on first and third
Thmda' evenings in ouch month. Hall on Wall
stmt Bonmlk. David )I Pollard.W if.
ODD FELLOWS.
0w- Bnu'lvra’ Lamp. .Vo. Ill—Mme! cl’e‘r)‘ Monday
evening, at their lluli. on Wall stroct. Norwalk.
J5me! ‘ . '. G ; B. J. Hill. V. (L;
Prowl”. Secretary; ’1‘. S. Stout. Trvasurcr;
Christi-ad. permanent Sccretarv.
Kahuna-z Encompmcnt Qf Parr-Scrub. .‘c'u. '3, I. O.
0. F.—Xveta at Odd Fellows Hall. on the unit and
Hod, ., Chief
Prlcst: Alex. 5. Glbsor, Scribc':
Treat; J. C. CNWL‘. Junior Warden.
CLIK.
(id W93! NHL—Corner
III-nets, South Sou-walk Rooms one
evening inundayscxu-ptcdn Elbirz
Mdunt.
fibumik ("lad—Rooms in Savings Bunk Br
Nomlk. Upon cvcry dav and cvruin: \Sux. .
cc tt‘dJ Chas. G. Ema. Midi-m.
armour: (TithAIfUOHtS in
Haven Railroad Dt'pfll. Snurh Karon
cvvnin; \Snttdngss excepted, Cut-sac:
dent.
Howe Bali L'luh. .llrrf, Jr, South Nurwnlk.~“’m.
Scllcck, President: tit-o. K. Brawl. Vicv: I’m-“dent;
E. ll. Norton. Secrctazry and Treason-r; Char cs E.
Smith. Captain.
German Club. “Frn’: finn "
evx-ninx. in South Vorwalk.
Straws; Yicv Fraud :1
Paul limiter; Cashier, F. Becker:
Geo. Schaub.
NOR‘VALK MEDICAL ASSOCIATION.
Meets the first Monday cvvnin: of cvcry ml‘llf‘l to
plan the best means of pf‘cSEI’VIU; the health of the
community.
President, Ira. Gregory. M. D. : Vice Prositlv-nt. M.
B. Pnrdcc, M. 1).; Secrecary, V\'. A. Dick'tV‘ih‘tl, .‘i ll.
Treasurer, Samuel Lyrics.
TEMPERAXCE.
Naomi Sodal Tam ., No. 5.—.\Iccts cvvry Friday
evening. at their Hal in Dibble's Block. Mum street.
South Norwalk. Mrs. Dr. I’urdce, \\'. C. ’1‘.
Normal} Lodge, I. 0. (1'. T.—.\Iccts cvcn‘ Wudnos—
(lay evening at their BnIL Main smact. South Nor-
walk. Charles Bullock, \V. C. '1‘.
Temple of Honor and Ttmgfl'flfll‘t,
Witter.“ .Yo. 6.—Mccfs every ucsday (’chiu"
their Hall. on Main street, South Sorwalk. i.
E- ml. W. C. T
Ia'udard Didn'on, .Yo. 36 S. of T.-Mccts awry
Tuesday evening at their Hall. Bank Building, \Vv .l
J.T
u evvry day and
A, \\ uudwurd.
i‘ding.
_‘:‘ (.3.
:k.
F. Tut!.-~.
th-cts (wary Friday
President. Henry
. Ile'rmun Jo. ‘n‘retnrv.
)lllz‘lt‘fll Direcwr
" Sperl‘ling
street, Norwalk. C. F. Selleck, W, P.
(Wt! Division. .‘VO. '2, S. of T,—Mor't.i ('vory
Friday evening, at their Hall. on Wall street, Nora
walk. E. 11. Parker, W. P.
St. Mary‘s T. A. B. .fin‘ety—Mcots first Monday
cven' v in each month. Rooms in harm‘s Buildinz,
Wallui'freet. over insurance omcc, Norwalk. James
Sherry. Presldalt.
EXEC OLENT SOCIETY.
SI. Joseph‘s Benevolent Aarodafiom—Meets first
Thursdny evening of each month. Rooms in Hub—
bdl's Block. corner Main and “Full :trccts. \l m.
Hands President.
TRADES UNIONS.
mem‘ and Joiner-1‘ Dim So. so. of South
Norwalk.—ll[eet on the first and third Friday even-
ings in each month. at their room on Main Street.
Norwalk. Wm. A. Kellog, President; E. B Dibble.
Secretarv.
Hal Finishm‘ Local Trade 4W1“ South
Emit—bled: on the lst of Januarv, pnl, July
and October. in ad: year. K D. (\x‘nell, President:
“nouns Madden. Secretary.
FIRE DEPAR‘I’M‘BNjI‘. .
Pioneer Hook and Ladder (10., A0. I. box-walk:—
Meets second Thursday in each month. E. a. \\ ll-
coxcn. Forcmm - v
Phasin- &m£’ng§u (711., no. t, Remix—Meets
first Tuesdav in each month. J. B. Ens, Foreman.
Plurm'z IE“ 6b., 5’0. 1, XML—Heel! urn:
Wednesday in each month. .C. Elm-in. Iqrexnan.
THE HOUR
Is an :indcpendcnt. weekly newspaper: published
in Westport, Conn. Each number contains a sum-
mary of the news. communications from correspond-
cuts. and editorials on subjects of local or general
Intereé. _
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chiefly on the line of the New York
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.«lasimnmu—Gmrgc Benedict. John I, Richards, ‘
rlfvt‘! In their Ifsll on “'33: :1: , Nor» '
.\'n. 105. 1". amt .i. A. chrular j
(lay «writings in cart! month. at their Hall. on Main ‘
third \Vednm-day evenings in each month. Jamm- E
Patriarch; George L. Tullur. Iligh _'
Prouitt, ',
Main and \Vashlngtnn'
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#021111.
Who Killed Tom Roper!
Who killed Tom Roper ?
Not I, said new Cider.
I couldn't kill a spider,
I didn't kill Tom Roper.
Not I. said su‘ong Ale,
I make men tough and bale;
I didn't kill Tum Roper.
Not I, said Lager Beer,
I don't lntoxiutc. D‘ye hear:
I didn‘t kill Tom Roper.
Not I, said Bourbon Whiskey,
I make rick folk.- rpry and frisky;
The doctors say so: don‘t they know
What quicken: blood that runs too sin“ .7
I didn't klll Tom Roper.
Not I. said sparkling old Champagne,
No poor man o‘er by me was slain;
I cheer the rich in lordly ham,
And acorn the place where the drunkurd fails;
I didn't kill Tom Roper.
Xot we. said various other wines;
“'hat! juice of grapes, product of vincs,
Kill a man! The Bible tells
Tlmt wine all other drink excels:
I didn't kill Tom Roper.
Not I, said Holland Gin;
To chargc such 3 crime to me is rill ..
[didn‘t kill Tom Raper.
N-ir I, spoke up the Brandy strong,
Ilv grew too poor ta buy me long ;
I didn‘t kill 'I‘om Roper.
Not I. said Medford Rum;
Ilc was almost gone before I conu- .
i didn‘t kill Tom Roper.
Ila. but laughed old Prince Alcohol,
g Each Struck thc blow that much him full:
And all that helped to make him a topm-
Mv alt-Int! Wore to kill Tom Roper
4 Fr
.In Editor's Room.
P-Y “'HJJA‘ 5. CARLETUN
Tlif‘ milmr s... in Ill> sunrtunv his (‘onntmmncr fur-
‘ rowed wt th care:
i Ills mind tn the bottom
‘ lllt‘ top of .1 chair.
lli~ v ‘mirunn an elbmv upper-ting. his right hand up-
holding his head,
His c~_\ c on his dusty nld MM ~.
mcn t :1 spread.
of his ll!l.-llll‘-’.‘, lils foot u!
\\ llh (llffn'rv‘nt (incur
Tin-re vmrv thirty lung page! from llowll'r. with nn~
dvrlinrd cupltab- topped. /
And a short disqulsttiun from liruwlvr. refiner-nu:
his newspaper stopped;
Tllf‘fi‘ “‘ch lyric-i from (iushcr thv port. (mun-ruin"
nwvrt flowrcts and chhyrs.
312.1 a stray gem from Ploddo‘r. thv farm". dosrzibir:
a couple of hcifcn‘.
: Thorn \vvrc biiitts from lwnntiftil mnidcn-. :mzl llil'p
i from a groccr or two.
And his best leader hitchcd to a ll'fif‘f'. “’hil’lt inqulr»
cd if he wrote iL or o ho!
Thcrv \vcrv rupturca of prulscs from “rittr- of 11:0
smooth. mc‘lliflnous school,
Ami our of his ri\ nl'- inst pupvrr. infurmln: him that
ho was a fool
Th1 tl‘ new sun cm} long rrsululinnv. u it!) namw tvll
‘ who they wrrc by.
(‘unnuixing aomc hut-mime old brother, “bu hml dotw
‘ nothing more than to die;
J Tllt’n- were traps on the table to catch him, and scr-
‘ pout: to sting and to smite him:
1 Thch \vuc gift cntcrprisos to sx-ll him. and hitcrs
attt mptin; to hit.» him
" ails”
1"‘t‘ “L‘Yl‘ Inn: staring from lltf‘ city. and
.-y w ith never .1 un:-,
. “'lzirli :uimwl, " l‘icnsc give 11)}! insertion. and hl‘llfl
in your bill when you‘re doncz”
. Tin-rv were lv‘ttcrs from organizations .
‘ tugs. their wants and their laws—
} Which said. " fan you print this nunouncomcm for
the good (if our glorious cauec‘”
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Ihcir mcvt-
Tizvrv “rm llf‘kl‘l‘? in\ hing hii prrwm‘c In ft'~fl\'fll~,
parties and rho“ s,
mepni in non-s, uizh
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1i; ~lznrt 4 lzi; l‘yv tmlk thv' talilv‘. Il‘lfl run n‘l'r Its
inkrr’pfllf'Tctl Int-h.
Thrr" u.» nothing it (ill not cucuuntrr, cvcvptin'z
perhaps it “as Link:
I HAI'I'ISII
I.
lie was pnor and fric-ntlless. Sorrow and
care, 211:1 povertv sccmcd to have followed
him all his life, and yet be hoped and strug-
gled against his fate, and said to himself of-
tcn. though not jnyously as formerly, but
wearily, “Some day fortune will smile on
me: Surely, there must be some sunshine
in every lifc,rvcn if it is (ver so little."
He was an artist,and proud—a gentleman,
and poor. ‘v’bat need is there to say more?
These words tell all his history up to the
summer day when he took lodgings in Scars-
dale, and strolled on through the green,
daisystarred fields, towards the church,
which stood at the font of a hill about half
a mile from the village. There were only
six-and-twcnty years behind him, and yet
he felt so old a traveler and was tired of
life‘s journey already. He had been ill,and
some months before his mother had died,
and the aid sorrow for her loss still clung to
him; :‘ml he had come to Scarsdalc, not
only :0 gr! new scenes to paint, but to gain
new strength and forgetfulncss.
He lingered outside the churchyard, look-
ing over the low wall that enclosed it, and
his eyes wandered to the ivy-covered vicar-
age, atljoined the quaint, country burying
place. It was a pleasant~lookiug house, with
ivy creeping over it, and woodbine and llOIl-
ey-suckle looking in at its white-curtained
windows. The garden belonging to it was
not surrounded by the wall, but only separ-
ated from the field when: he stood by a
bcdgr, and further on there was a large iron
gate leading into the road, and at. the other
side of the house a small opening into the
churchyard. He-wdikd round the hedge
till he came to the small gate,and threw
himself down undo: a full, shady tree, close
to where the garden was divided from the
gravevaxd. _
“ The villagers are crowdingiastiuwthelr
resting-places," he aid, as he at domfired
even of his short walk. He couldaeetln'obgk
thehedge at one Mullet-eliminator:
:thiok, into mcviwagegroundsoubiaright,
aimed through the low, open, French wh-
dow into the dnwingmwhick queued
outnpon thc‘lau;. in!» on: woman's
and the white tablets above the and. s, It
vvm-r
1:1 NORWALK, CONN, THURSDAY, MAY 16, 1872.“
-,.
WEOLE NO- 79.
The Sonatina! Printi in: House
manna-thank ‘téauhmm
«murmurs-nu.
brightness fading from the earth, the sound
of music. It was only a piano; yet it was
played by no common hand, a band which
he knew to be a woman’s It was Mendels-
sobn's " Spinnlied," and played with all the
wonderful expression which it is possible to
give to that weird, plaintive composition,
and the sound floated—seemed to creep to
him with sorrowful reluctance, and lingered
on his car, appealing to his senses, and rous-
ing all the artist soul within him. He did
not move or stirhonly listened, and put his
hands over his face, and shut out the coun-
try church and the rays of the setting sun
flushing upon the gravestones, and the ivy-
cofercd Vicarage with its pleasant garden
and open windows—shut out everything but
the music wandering on to him its the notes
sounded beneath the hands of that unsccn
player.
It ceased presently, but he sat there still,
with his face hidden, tired yet rested, awukc
yet dmnming, with a sense. not of happiness
but of rcstfullncss and contentment, half
wondering that he longed, as he knew he
often did long, for the world's friendship
and love and kindlincsfi, where there were
so many friends for those who well know
them in Nature and Art. As he thus thought,
be heard the sound of a footstep, and put-
ting down his hands, llC saw a woman sland-
ing in the garden before him, standing quite
still and motionless by a rose-tree, looking
vumntly over into the churchyard. Instinct-
ively he knew her to be the player who had
sent the music aigbing through the flower-
sccntcd garden to him, and be bent eagerly
forward to look at her. She did not see
him, for be was hidden by the hedge, and
she never once turned her eyes in that direc-
tion, yet he saw cvcry feature in bar fum-
distinctly. She was not a girl, she was :i
woman, though she was not more at most
than one-and~twcnly. She appeared mnrc
like u smmv than a living being. as slu- stool
tliele gazing, us it sr‘cmctl to NW urList, not
at Ibc \vltitc stones or the green fit-Ids bcvuml,
but far, for off in the future—n. woman with
light brown hair pushed off her face, ausl
CUIlL'Il into :I kunt l‘clliml, \\ it]: clear, (old
blilt‘ ('_VL'S that lit-ltl no cxprcssinn in lllf‘lll;
a pulc fucc and curvml thin lips—n woman
who, it sccmctl tn tln- artist, was uttcrlv I‘ll"
void of animation, \\ .u‘mlh and fire. “ le
\vlml “Mild s‘nc lw, could tlwy lw glll’ll
bn-x‘f” In: lhnnght; or I‘Illll'l uzw \v ikv- the
soul that mu“. be in hm”: (11' it frxlnl ,.\.
prczu‘inn \vhcn slit plnyml
5hr lnrnwl in :l fcw minxmw, :unl “uni [w
ward thv house. and tlnnugh llw “l“‘ll win
tlmv, closing it after lucr. \Vlmn thc (lew-
tlrnps \vr‘rc clustming un tbv frfiii, Kvnncth
Dale ms", and t‘ctnrnrl slowly to his lfl'lgv
in;' in tho villngc
“ \Vlm is She?" hv \\'(lilllt‘.""1l,tl~'llf‘l'll‘fll'll
ovcr his paper‘- in HP small sltfingr mzn lw
12ml rcnlv (l. “ “'lm is: ~bc~tlw \ it'nr‘s (laugh-
LCI‘ or “1ft"?
bis ptncil, “bilc 11m wailingr nntvs of the
“ Spiunlicd" run: in his rnrs, and 1hr pnlt‘,
still fucc of the player grow on I'm- pupt-r
before him l'ncnnsciouqu his’ pencil lnfl
shaped it. “ How still and Cold slicltmkml?”
he thought; but as he thought there came
hauntingly to his rvmcmbrum-c tho fullnv-
iug lines:
‘x 110 tit-ed tint :zcvcr bath bccu done. the «var
Tlmt now-r huth bccn wept: who know: him (Iv ‘1-
leu lurk in unliuvl lives}
CHAPTER ll.
“'bu was 3110? llc know now. He km“
lu‘r \u-ll, and saw lli‘l‘ t‘vcry any of his life,
uml talked in ‘ncr, and \vulklwl U)‘ lu'r >ltll‘.
tcllin; llCl‘ :1“ his dreams and hupc- :mvl
prnjvcts, \vlnilu slu' li~lt~uc~l q‘tit'ily, half
\vnnxlmiug at tho fct-ling SllC bud il\\':lkl'llx‘tl,
and vet \vus powcrlcss lu umlvrslaml. It \\ ::5
Univ two months since In- hull lit"! sccn ll‘ 1',
nml ja'l limsc two months hml lm‘n :: \vuilnl
\Vhy, hc lllll|ll_‘.’ knww.
11c lml
tn KI-mxih l).llt‘_
In lll\ vlt'vums of women, lu-[uiv
known Margaret ll:n_vc.~, he luv] fnzn'iul that
would be u g '‘1 with :\
if lit‘ over luvctl, if
bright, glowing fncc, varying with (‘l‘t‘l'_\‘
slimlc of feeling. who would liatvn in him,
and look up at him with love in lirrtycsuml
stvcct \vunls .xpnn lu-r lips; but this \l’uillltn,
with her colt}, blue eyes, and clear, \xnfultur-
lug voice, held him fast in llC‘l' icy clmiu,und
lCt‘lS haul and strong win-w no 5111) shim-s
upon it.
Only tzvn months; _vt-t in llmsv
months he had known her and burnt to love
her. Did she know it? I think not. She
was not a woman given to emotion, or to
suspect it in others—n. woman who was ac-
customed to respect, but unused to love. The
very poor in the pansh,—sbe was the only
daughter of her father, and her mother had
died two years bouncer—who accepted bcr
gifts and curtsietl us she passctl, and had
known her from her childhood; never looked
after her with affection; she never cxactcd
it, or cared for it. She lived on quietly in
herself, dreamingiy, but not with a girl’s (lay
dreams; waiting, but not with a girl‘s hopes
and a girl‘s ambition, but with a woman's
quiet determination, till Fortune should take
her by the baud.
Kenneth Dale, too, was waiting eagerly,
lovingly and hopefully, for what the future,
which in the past he had so dreaded, would
(“‘0
~bring to him.
" Shall I never succeed 1’" he cried to him-
self. “ Shall I nevcr be worthy to say to
her, ‘ Margaret, I love you?’ Am I to work
forcvcr. only to be passed by and forgotten,
never to know that my name is worth ofl'er-
ing to her, and that people say, when they
bear it, ‘it is the name of an artist, and a
great one?” Yet why should they, whenI
have worked all these years, and it is not
written in the memory of any?" St-ill,though
he did not know it, more were those in the
world of on who predicted thatKenneth
Dale‘s maxim be heard far beyond the
narrowciwloof which that world was oomv
posednnd that, if he worked and strove,
mmwinthe future that for which he
longeduwaifing him.
The use: fnded, the com was gatheredin,
and autumn was at its full, almost before he
knew that ithad came.
“ The evenings are getting chill," said the;
“ Another month.
vimr to Kenneth Dale;
and ye shall be gone.”
Ikfihdfindherqa, without
so: no r .,
hr \vohdvrml, as ho izllml with I
.. “Gone! gone wmwmm artful,
. mic-'msup'mm tho hack; on which
“1". '
some good work in the village. “ Why did
you let it come to me so suddenly ? Oh, it
was cruel l" ,
“ \Vhy should I have told ‘you ?“ she ask-
ed, solemnly. “ It was you who always
talked, and I who listened.”
“ But that which concerned me so much
——nmrc than anything else i“ he replied.
“ How can it ecucem you ?" she asked,
coldly. “ Is not your art your world ; and
does it not satisfy you? Why, then, should
either our going or coming concern you ?"
“ Because I love you, Margaret," he re-
plied; “ because I love you more than my
art, more than my life, more than all the
world!"
“ \Vhy do you love me '3" she asked, in
for a moment, with her cold, cxpressionless
eyes.
“ How can I tell you Y" be said. “I do not
know myself, only that I love you. And
will vuu not be merciful '3"
“ You are poor," she answered still in the
same tone, “ and powerless; you are not.
cvvn famous, and I have no feeling but am-
bition."
“ But have you no
hope to give me 3’“ be asked.
“ Have I not told you ?" she answered
again, “ I have no feeling but ambition."
September passed, the dim, chill October
evenings crept in, and the time that Kenneth
Dale clung to, the life that he idealized and
lingered over, was drawing fast to a close.
“ To-morrow and it comes to an and." he
said, “to-night, indechnr you say I may
not come in the morning."
“ “’0 start so early," 5110 unswcn-d ; “ and
besides, it is better not.“
The vicar had rctircd tn rvst early to guilt
strength for his journey, and this last cvcn<
ing. for the last time, Kenneth Dale was
smmtering round the garden with )lurgnx'ct
Hayes. It was dark nml yet they lingered
still among tln' futling flnwcrs and dcpnrt
ing glories of the plcusmn garde-n, shc still
word of pmmisv. no
into hcr (“ll‘.
“1 must gm in,‘ >llC snul :ll length. “ It
is lute, uml I nml have many
llxings‘ ta (in _vvt."
It was sum: thin: ntw for hot to give an
:llll tlrlwl,
(‘xt‘llrt‘ fur lmving llllll,‘dlltl ll(‘, gniningcmtr-
ago, pimulczl for vt-t :\ few mnmcnts more.
“'l‘wu )‘c'xrs' lmlwm‘n nur parting and
mcctinzi “lllyuzx nm >l:l_\' a little while
lungr‘r tln‘n, Margret? t'unu'," llf‘ said,
t'tkln: her hand; " lot us stand just once
lngrllwl‘ nmlvr thv- trot-s from wbcrclfimt
saw .‘" u." 'l‘hcy pf\\‘~t'tl luv thc gate leading
into the ('ll!l:'(‘ll_‘.‘:ll‘ll, out into tho field and
on In lllz' “Mmgarrl,” lit! pleaded,
“ will you not >.‘_\‘ um- word to me how, in
fir-cw: ll?" lln ynu not knnw '
“ And if I knuw, what then?" she said.
“ \Vlmt (Int-s it {In-Hm“: You nrtr poor and
unltmm u, llllll l lmvv nu mnmnvcin mc."
“ lint if I bct'nmc rich," he said; “ but if
I makl' a numv. and I will—011, Margaret,
Iwill! willvml nut prnzni 1: me that then
Il’t"
‘_vnu “ill be mint-‘1
“ l mu pmmiw _vun nothing." slxcunswcr-
mi..\\i1h ln-r gaze wandering far off, as it
tlivl \\ but. he lint suv lu‘r.
)lzu‘gnrct,” he cmilinucd, “ what
shall l have to spur lIlL‘ on all the time, if
Two years! it
‘ In!
)uu will nut give lll(‘ll'|1‘!".'
is :m Homily."
“ .\n clcx‘nily to what 2’" she asked.
“ I.l.\'l(‘l\, )Iurgun-l," Irv suit] passionately;
“ prumiw this," and lit u 11$ kneeling at her
fw'i in :‘m lung, thick, {lump grass, “prom-
iw xm- this; that two years hence, from to-
lllg‘lzl. you will mrct me here, come what
will, hcrc bt'ncmh this free, you will be
Sidlltllllg :13 yuu stand now, and wait for me.
I‘rnmis“ inc this, at least."
$11” lonlu-vl down at the upturned face, on
\\ hich were written far more than his words
told, null lu‘situtcd for a moment; then slow»
1v the words came, “I promiscz” and, as
she spoke. the church clock struck nine.
" It is the vh-vcntb," he said, “the clev-
("Hill of October. Two years hence, when
the Clock strikqs nine, you will be here:
promise again, Margaret."
And again she looked down at. his face
and bowed her head upon her breast and
said slowly, “ I promise. Now let me go,"
she added; “let mc’go—alone," and she
tried to take her hands away.
“ (luc moment—only one moment," he
said. “ If I am rich and famous, Margaret,
what then?" “ Then you can tell me of it,“
shc replied.
“ th one moment more,“ be said, for she
struggled to regain her hand; “ one moment
mnrc before you say farewell. Say once,just
once—look into my face and say, ‘ Kenneth
Dale, 1 love you.’ "
“ No." sltc said, but her lips faltcrcd ; “no,
I cannot."
“ Ob, Margaret, my love, say it just once,
that I may linger over the words through
the years till your return."
“ No," she answered. “ I cannot; but," she
added slowly, “ two years hence from to-
night.1 will say it to you; and now, Kenneth
Dale, good-bye, and God help you I” and be
fore he knew it kind was gone.
CHAPTER III.
“ Eighteen months since we came! We
seem to beapart of the place I" said Marga.
ret Hayemlooking down again at her book.
J us: then the clock struck six, and a. few
minutes later Lord Gramont was announced,
and she well knew the meaning of his com:
lug. He was a stern-looking man, still hand-
wme;.1)ut his good looks did not prepossws
you, and his thin. (:01!!de lips and square
chin told plainly how much determination
there was in his chat-mien lie was 1 man
before whom even Margaret Hayes quailed,
, ad yet site knew it was through thisman
she hoped to realize her moat ambitious
l
buthadnevermarried. ,
- Peoplesuidthatin his youth Lord Gra-
monzwheegmssedn Whitman:
“gm '_ W ,3 when; hlwfim
ammo-eiguwof nan-mum
bct‘ quaint. calm voice, looking down on him '
,
listening, be still pouring firth all his soul »
dreams.» Hewurich and of goédfamily,
her. A stronger feeling she did not seek
nor did he attempt to give.
have chatted a week before.
ing up at the April sky.
into them.
said, as her gaze wandered from the thick,
green, bright trees to the glowing sky. “ It
is like one of Claude Lonaine’s pictures."
“ It is like a sunset I saw painted a little
while ago in the picture of a living artist——
an artist who is well known in England, and
who, if he works well, will be a greatonc,"
IIL' answered.
“ \Vlio is it ?“ she asked, but the sad,
ymrninz expression came back.
“ Kenneth Dale,” he replied. “ It was a
wonderful picture for a comparatively un—
known artist. All London talked of it. last
season. I wonder you did not beat of it."
“ You forgot we were here,“ she said.
“ True," be Sillll, “ I had forgotten."
“ Tcll me what the picture was like,’ she
said, presently. “ I know Kenneth Dale."
“ You know him ‘.“ be said.
" ch, ltc was at Scarstlnlo when we loft
England."
“ llmv strungc,“ said Lord (lmmont.
“ Thu: accounts for it then. There is a fig-
ure in the picture which you reminded. me
of the first momcnt I saw you. It is a land»
scapc. .-\ sunset, with a garden in the fore~
ground and a woman standing in it, andyou
see the woman quite plainly, though she is
suppusutl to be standing behind a hedge.
That in tho \vunvlorsul part of it in my opinv
ion.“
“ And he is clever, you say ‘2“ she asked.
“ Clever !" be repeated, “ he will DC the
artist of his time if he works well, He is
famous already."
“ Will he work now, I wonder?" thought
Margaret, as she looked once more at the
ruddy sky, and then turned from the win—
flow.
I
I G I i 4!
Kenneth Dale had said that be Would be
rich and famous before the two years were
over, and be was likely to keep his word.
lie was famous already. The world of art
had months before mug with his name, and
the outer world caught the echo; so society
took him by the hand and feted him and
made much of him, and Kenneth Dale was
no longer the poor obscure painter; he was
the most fashionable artist of his day, and,
as Lord Gramont said, he was likely to be
the mlist of his time.
“ It is finished I" he exclaimed, standing
before the picture to which he had just been
putting the lust touches. “ It is finished, and
I know that is far better than the one that
did so much for me last year," be said, look-
ing almost tenderly at his work. “ 011, Mar—
garet," be continued gravely, "you have been
my good angel! I should never have strug-
gled but for you, or work as I have worked.
If I can only keep strong 21 little longer, I
shall have accomplished more than I ever
hoped."
He sat down before his picture and rested.
The anxiety had told on him; he was not
so strong ns formerly, but the excitement
prevented him from feeling it, excepting
now and then when the reaction came.
“ Are you at home, Dale ‘3” said a voice
outside.
“ Come in," be answered .listlessly, and
three young men entered. They were fash-
would hardly have spoken to the artist.-
N ow they were glad to stroll in his studio,
and lounge about his pleasant rooms, or
walk arm-in-urm down Regent. street with
him. Times had changed.
“ Tired, Dale ‘3” lispcd Cecil Brent. “Fear-
ed in this indefinate manner.
“ Yes. sometimes,” replied Kenneth.
have worked so hard lately.“
“1
man, who had just taken his degree.
“ I have," he answered, quietly.
given to friend‘s renmrk.
any news ‘3"
storm.”
“ Don‘t believe in new actressm;
man .
rimony like a lamb.”
“Whoisit?” asked the Minot!
for thank! of “yang“ ', y ' ,
cause he cared, for he only
and saw her sitting iii-ha black lace dress,
which dropped about ,her form in graceful
folds, and saw the smooth bands of be: light
brown hair, he was strengthened in his reso-
lution and satisfied with bur, and admired
There was no blushing, no tremor or con-
fusion; she accepted him as quietly as she
would have promised to dance with him at
a ball ; and when be pressed for an immedi-
ate marriage, not even waiting for their re-
turn to England, site assented as placidly,
referring him to bre father as a matter of
form it was necessary to observe, and there
they sat and chatted almost, as they would
“ What a lovely spring evening I" he said
after a time, going to the window and look-
Murgarct rose and went to where he stood,
and looked out with the far-off gaze her eyes
bud worn on the evening Kenneth Dale had
first seen her, oniy that now there came for
a moment a yearning, longing expression
“The sunset is glorious, is it not?“ she
ionable men, who eighteen months before
ful work—pictures, I suppose ?" he added,
knowing nothing of the subject he approach-
“ One would think you had staked your
life on this picture, from your manner," said
the most. sensible of the three, a Cambridge
“Let's come for a stroll," drawled the
third, 9. guardsman, not needing the reply
“Very well," said the other. “ Is there
“No; but I hear there is a new Juliet
coming out, who is to take the town by
they
always turn out dufi'ers," drawlen the guards-
“ I wanted to go,” lisped Cecil _Brent,
“ but. I promised to go over to Kensington.” ,
“ Haw," said the guardamao. “I never
cared to heal-any man rpeak but Gramont...
He had a voice that‘haw—mado you listen.”
“ Gramont l" crowned Cecil Brent. “I
say, Dale, you have heard about Gramt,
haven‘t. you? He was named' the other day,
quite suddenly. Every one tried to catch
~him; and now he's suddenly taken to mat-x
for
“ Very strange,” said the guardsman; "I
don't think tint—haw—somehow, he liked
Gramont’s marriage."
“ Oh, that. could not. concern him," said
the Cambridge man, who was not blessed
with much penetration ; “be m only tired.”
Kenneth Dale sat quite still after they left
him, with his hands over his face, as ho had
placed them on the day he first saw her. So
he remained, how long he did not know, but
it seemed as if it was while all the brightnw
and happiness, all that was worth living for
in his life, slowly tabbed away, never to re-
turn. At. last his elbow totalled something,
and he looked up; it was the easel on which
stood his picture. He got ab, and, standing
before it, looked vacantly and wonderingly
at. his own work. He almost laughed as be
remembered how he had toiled at that pic-
ture day after day, week after week, month
after month, with one hope, one thought,
one face, one name spurring him on, and
how he had stopped in his work, and felt
that it was almost more than he could ac-
complisb;—how he had repined now and
then, at the delay, and thought it. fund to
work on without even a word or sign that
be was not forgotten, and how impatient he
had been as the days dragged slowly by.
“ Oh how happy I was I” he exclaimed;
“ And yet I did not know it, and wished
the time away. If I could have known what
the and would be 1 Ab, If I could have
known !"
He crossed over and took up his brush,
and looked at his work tenderly almost pitiv
fully; then with a smile, half sad, half cyni-
cal, be painted it out-Abe picture that was
to have been his fortune!
“ It is all over !" he said, and he went
back to his seat and put his hands over his
face, and shut out. the world again, till he
seemed to lose himself in thought, and to
hear in a dream the sad wailing notes of the
“ Spinnlicd."
t
cuu'rnn 1v.
September, with its warm days and chill
nights, its glowing sunsets and short, bright
evenings passed away, and October crept in
gusty and drear, strewn with faded flowers
and dead leaves.
There were great preparations going on at
Scarsdale Vicarage, for the vicar and his
daughter wore expected that evening, the
evening of the eleventh of October. The
papers had been wrong as to the marriage
of l nrd Gramont and Margaret Hayes.
They were to have been married; and the
report had gone the rounds of society that
they were married ; but the report had been
incorrect, for the sudden and dangerous ill-
ness of Mr. Hayes had delayrd it at the Inst
minute. Ever since it had been put off for
the same reason. Then when September
came, they determined to wait forrtheir re-
turn to England in the following month, so
that Lord Gramout might receive his bride
from her own home. The marriage was to
take place quite privately and quietly on the
twelfth, and though they had left Milan on
the first, so as to be home mme time before
the date, yet Mr. Haym‘ health wassuch that
they did not arrive until the evening before.
Marguret Bayou had not even noticed the
day of the month. Her marriage had been
deferred so often that in arranging that it
should be celebrated under all circumstances
at the date now fixed, she had merely named
the day as Thursday fortnight. So that
when in the dusky evening she arrived with
her father and betrothed (who was to dine
with them before betaking himself to the
rooms be bud engaged at the Scamdale hotel)
she was not aware that she had reached her
home on the very evening that she had
promised to meet Kenneth Dale under the
tree from which he had first seen her.
It was the but day of her freedom, and
she sat at the head of her father‘s table (for
the last time as mistress of his house) in her
white dinner dress, with a feeling almost of
regret, and not with the quiet exultation she
generally felt when thinking of how she had
accomplished all her most. ambitious wishes.
To-morrow ! only to—morrow, and she would
be Lord Gmmout's wife ! She looked equal
and fit for her position, too, as she sat with
just a gleam of color in her usually put-face,
and her fair hair banded in the severe style
that suited her so well.
“ It is quite a treat. to be in England
again, said Mr. Hayes, more for the sake of
saying something than anything else, for it
was-a dull and silent dinner-table.
“ Yes,” said Margaret, absently, “ quite a
treat."
“ I bear the people have determined to
make to-morrow a general holiday,” remark-
ed Mr. Hayes again presently, “ making an-
other vigorous attempt at conversation.
“ Have they ?” said Lord Gramout, court-
eously. He Ind grown tired of his extend-
ed courtship, and it was with a feeling of
relief that be looked forward to his wed-
ding day. “ You have been away just two
years, I believe 2” he added, feeling he, too,
ought to try and enliven the pmedings I
little.
“ a,” replied the clergyman. “ Let me
sée: we left here on the twelfth of October,
and today is the eleventh—" .
“ The eleventh I” said )Iargaret. start“
“ Is today the eleventh 2" '
“ It is,” said Lord Gramont raising his eyes.
“ Two years to-morrow, then," continued
the vicar; “ just two years since we left.”
“ And to—nigbt. at nine o’clock I mouthed
to meet Kenneth Dale,” said Margaret to
herself, as she went to the drawing-room,
an! remained their for a few minutes alone
before the othersjoined her. “Twoyeuu,
and I promised that, come what might, I
would be there," she continued; “but how
canI, when to-mormw will be mm‘
thy?” Shelooked It the 15335:?le
he'mbethenandlw M. m
'm' ~ :1 mwmmrmw
”mu . _. . . . » _ ‘
filament .ma
saidtohimself,“8hewmmdiw no.
go where she may."
nuguet sinned and looked at the clock,
five-and-twenty minutes tonlne! lulu-Ind
twenty minutes Kenneth Dole would be
waiting for her to fulfil her promise; and
besides this there was another pros-ha still ,
which she had made him; mutating
which, her eyelids drooped. nnd hill-t
nuahshc hadhadin he‘rfnneltficdhner-
table returned. What was the to do! the
sitting quietly there, and than: two, be! In-
ther and the man the marrow would make
her husband, a few yards from her. Tour
ty minutes to nine! She rose, and walked
slowly to the window,nnd looked out. apln.
Twenty minutes more, and the trill of the
past would reach that future in which she
had promised Kenneth Dlle to stand by his
side. She went to the door, and took I inv-
eling~cloak which had been left with her
luggage in the hall, rte—enter“! menus, and
(Inappeared behind the heavy window cur-
talus.
“ Margaret," called her father, fecbly,
“ don‘t open the window, it I chilly.“
“Iwillcloseitbehind loofah-Id; “I
want to breathe the air for n moment.”
“ You; will catch cold," (aid Ind Gn-
mont, rising, and going towards In. "Or
my, let me come with you,” bedded, 'rnp-
ping the cloak round ha almost tenderly,
for there was a light in her face be bad nev-
er seen beforwsomethinz which for mam
time made him look atherln theiigktofa
woman who might beloved, not of a being
onlytobeadmlred and placed unarm-
ment and neocosary appendage d he bend
of his household “ Let me come with you."
he said, leaning down his bad I m.
“ Go back to your chem," she said, coldly.
“I only want to breath the Malt," and
she turned and looked him full in the face,
proudly and unflindiingly. “ This i lay
home,an'd Idonot want-um; was.”
she added, as he made-homer m forward.
“Iwanttobealone.” He wont back,“
they were on their old footing in I mt.
'- My father is waiting for you, and I want
to be alone—I do indeed f’ the laid-Idler
voice softened for a moment
She went out of the head: will", clos-
ing it with a sharp click behhd her. Lord
Gramont saw her standing ow.w-
ingly, looking at the sands and It the dia-
tanoe beyond; that be width“ can
taint; and mtbnck tohlsgaled chat
“ She is a strange girl,” aid the flour;
“ she was a statute child alwayl. Be kind
to her, Gramont; she will only but you
soon."
“ Bliss Rays will be my wife Ito-marrow;
thatvrill bcmmcicnt reun- fornybehg
kind to her,“ answetrd lib line-6', My.
for be was thinking of Natalie?- min“
ed face when she declined an uncut.
“ Ah, she was always some,“ continual
her father. “ No one ever Min——
1 don‘t inn-elf; no one Heraldic-nah
Date."
“ Kenneth Dale, the mist?" aid lord
Gramont.
“ Yes,“ said the vicar. “nix—rm.”
“ Thank you,” aid Lord GM. “Bow
strange!" hesaId to M. “St: han-
mordinary womanJmt that is why I a.
going tomarry her, I believe.“
V} I ll
O O
Margaret stood for a museum.
and looked out lathe alumni “d.
Then she went slowly, sup by cup don
the garden pathway, I” In every
sound; butallwumoflonl-odfla'.
“Idoeanotmtnon tho: tum
ofnine,l.tmast,”lh¢M“‘hlul«
not have forgotten,though Ito-Idiotic.-
vcnhehad!”
Onshewenttotheendofthm-d
lookedoverthe hedge forth-trunca-
toformtheirtryflhxplm. lbw-st
weft; andthe rude mum
Shelistenedagalu,andhafli ant-ud-
inthedishncghmunulyaaurdI-I
birdorpualnggm M MD“
behindher,in the flange fl.“ Qt
could notunderstand it; ahead-flung-
nizethespotabelndknownnlhrk.‘
there was no tree Mon k8,“. M
thetommofthem”
berethhednmehyudldk—“Il
in their mm its w an:
altentionahadbecnmadeolfiofifll
oftheflekl.
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