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1. MUNRO,
jewater St,
~ Hawthorn,
x her where the budding may
Tirene tladowa on the grassy way
ang A of white
Warrant ers ‘ber ind
ragrant huminora an
A vision of delight! *
She stays, but will not tarry |
To hear the thrush’s vernal song,
vent the leaves that shade my:
Iwatch her in her girlish grace,
‘The daughter of my frien,
On whose’ sweet life, for wliose eweet
Love hath such precious things at
hou buch heart-les blend.
My May-day maiden! thought runs
O er that Jong trodden, sunlit track,
My own evanished youth,
M hen i Fe her, wae oun, and fale
mouched by woridly
ts Nnscaised by broke
Like her with emshine on my way,
‘With scented blossoms of life's may
+ Pineked ready for my
ike her, embarked on hope’ ss ul tide
For Joy's glad pare and a by
‘True love at my éomi and.
But. shadows. dimmed my ‘summer
‘The bioseoms of my. ear
Lic buried in a
To
an
Ol
ya mor
tia Star trom
left my State tare the tyes |
1f fortune's wind and wave.
he thru son i done,
s forward in the sun,
She omen towards my bower,
To Y weary, tear dimnined ees,
Bohey bere me daa
Taer sprays of Hawthorn ower,
Dear heart! she brings me move
The
sor mang tie truth,
the hope and spring of its youth,
In all Weir early
She looks at me with ey
Like tose the turf has I
‘or many
ae
' NEW YORK, JULY 28,1881. -
Entered according to Act of Congreas, in the year 1881, by NORMAN L. MUNRO, in the office of the Librastam of Congress, at Washington, D, C. [Entered at the Post Office, New York, as Second Clase Matter.)
{PElseswwe | No, 407
A quivering smilo played
Sfount'ne? detioatl linn, dnd two vivid
mre of light burned in the blue deeps of
her €:
* Hosuibe,” he erie rapturously,
are n forgive. me—you wil
si ak worsii you rou, and you will love me
a lite
Terr + Precumptnous, Mr.
to frown away the
hes fi
Dane veaid sho,
miles that outed artim
in
a day, thcogh Ie
bene, you will be my wife
fairy
while
hes
nest and ims
but a sw ie ok at ei ar slequent {a0
conquered her.
Bheiaid her Leautifal band slender
Bogorn a and murmured in 2
urmured.
A thousand thanks for thae acaranen?
How can I thank you enough for giving
ne s9 mitch happiness?”
“Xo bave inude me very peppy, too,
Leslie,” said the iy BOPPY
But what wil your cto say to us,
ol Bonnibel?” said be, pres-
ened Wi'he not be very. angry, with
the portiouless artist who’ dares ‘to
for this fairy handf?
no," she said innocently.
has never denied me goything in bis sie
He will consent when he knows how
Tivo yous You mst asi bum tia very
evening to let us be engaged while you
re away winning fame aud fortune,
mil ot be ry.”
‘said’ the less sanguine
6, Suu I8 setting, darling.
Tah beagetul sommer evening they.
rowed back through the blue waves, with
the eurlews ealling above thelr hi
stepped ea ts6
large and
i femiddle of actif ted ret ‘Kept
grounds. Toward this ealth
fo
CHAPTER 1.
“The sea, the sea, the open seas
‘The blue, the fresh, the ever free,”
girl walking along the sands of the seashore in
the sunumer sunshine at Cape May,
“Gross my palm with silver, and Ul tell your
fortane, bonnie maid,” said.a cracked, discordant
voice.
‘The singer paused abruptly and looked at the
owner, of the voice, a leon, decrepit old hag, who
sxtended her withered hand i imploring]
"good soul,” answered she, with @
mde ae Frere ‘will conte to me any Way,
1 kee Iver piece.”
said the oldcrone, wagging
ind of evi
2
her ‘ea sie
7 tof
e
man tell yeu whether it be
for
sei a in “and
nto bling ol
be cheerful, now, and tell nie & wee or
f mi
rhe Mohd ai ‘id not appear to relish the light
Here, then,” sai
potting ‘a silver piece
eas
and jesting tone o
ment gazing at hi
silence.
What a contrast the
autsfal, with all the aeticate
ess of eighteen. She
of the ier, and stgod for mo:
‘and portentous
two ‘reented as they stood
shell on er “rund imped cheeks.
was fairand broa {ringed ‘ith ol ish
rings an
penghey her
its shi
rchness,
pany ‘hie nd
uth was curved like Cu ote bow,
ort, exquisite upper lip lending @ touch ot
the patrician mold_of ber feature
nt 1 della si shaped "hands and. feet were
ree beauty of ber face
forma, | She was sim lad in va jaunty aa sailor
eostume of dang nme white
vim
, braid and pearl buttons, vad carried @ volume of
poems in int her gloved hand.
3 trasted with thi beauty and
(athe ce the old siby) cpyeeared hideousas a
Scuba eal!
She was diminu' state tare, an nd bent
-acable with, the weight of ar cant,
_ streaming white hair was in odd contrast with the
‘ehment-like skin and jet-black eyes that
seaticted. with keen and Inviatural brightness,
m tooth
ver rim
ein "he Arend fal old, bediamn grins soured sa a
neldnge ot ancient and faded fuery, consisting
ofan agent ‘dirty quilted ‘satin. patticont ati
rress of rich brocade, whose original bril-
tal hues wi regio here yt
i ill-usage. She gathered these faded relics
ab Tith a certain wis of pride as she suid to
> the young girl:
He ERE awh upon the stone there, and let me
Jogk at your palm
‘as obeyed with a demure smile by the I
tence Who drew off her glove and nted 1
joveliest hand in the world for inspection lily:
Xk
cbanted the fresh and delicious voice of a young
as hand tine ahs held.
rove and dimpled, and, tener
looked at only: as %
‘The sibyl took tl of flesh and
blood into her brown, wrinkled claws, aud scan-
ned jt intently.
“You are 2” she anil, slo
Fe AEN CL cha inch “by the alps of my
can
ose, 1 euppose,” laughed the git, mischiovously.
eotie old hag gla slegant, aristocratic
little member in cert tion at ri frownel
in tell by your han: tie, shortly.
“Not but that it inten on your features also—
for vou are very beautiful,
"Othe! before,” said the girl,
with her musical, ah hearted langt.
reace, will-o”
sterniee Do not pride yoursel€ upon
gift! You are lovely as ait angel but your vreuuty
will be yo
Wr Bae benuty wine love,” cried the listener, art-
jessly, while @ ry Ne stained her fair brow
and cheeks.
“Ay
‘aye, it wins love,” was the crusty an-
° Yoni ite wil have enough of love, be
are, But beauty wins hate, too, ‘The Jove that
is Javished on you will be Shedowed and darkened
the hate your fair fa ee will inspi
think you vil be happy because you beaut
ful, Years of wretchedness lie before you!"
Ont ©,” said the git with an involuntary
true,” said the sibyl, peering into the
“It you'could read this lit-
T do, you would go wild with
teRerecriof itt’ The inte of life is crossed w
sorrows, Sorrow aud shame bie darkly over Jour
future,
“Not shame,” said the young gitl, cresting her
small eat eee esture of pride. "Sor-
aps but never shane
wered the old woman,
toaiter the decrees of fate
"Do you think
10; there
n your ide Sond prow girl? No,
will be a stain on the whiteness of your ife that
your tears can mover a ent, Love and bate
will brand u will bo & young man's
bride, but sa ng.”
"hve paused, and faint ame dimpled the youn
girl’s chee Apparently the latwer prediction di
Pot seein to overwhelin her as the witch had ex-
pect
“T have been an, gtd man's darling. all my i
she ian fy Mf assure you it is very” leas
ant.
jo of consanguinity,”
it You do notunverstand
ant you will enough; for 1 tell you,
‘cloud ie gathering over Your head; gaiher-
ie bwiftly to hurat over you i in a tempest of fury.
Girl, T meant not
coved the sity, sharp
gone rot hers could
han
rand Ut | a
“THERE WILL BE A STAIN ON THE WHITENESS OF YOUR LIFE THAT YOUR TEARS CAN NEVER WASH OUT.
‘An Old Man’s Darling. :
BY MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.
of “The Bride of the Tomb,” Kte., Et
0 biting atid debonair, sat stil
the sibyl liad left her,
inte vt Disk pa
rom,
I, musingly,
ul but @ few lines t
belie
0! X have never
Na trtpned that we
in the lghtness oF hee vente. =
iar om she paused, and Pen eee e poor old sout just for fun, ou know, |"
crested with snowy oan fo ithe wild fight of | Ma
a dart-
the sea-birds wi
watching th these objects for aw hile she grew wonty,
opel
ing her’ book,
hegrt w
been, readin
when the ight dip of
her ears. She looked
little skiff with one
very dainty
ii ining
Toouing, called out as
“have borrowed
Miss Vere: but
nious
int y Tnot persuade you
iouely oe’ there, and accompany mie ‘ wmy little | bomely-e th
pleasuré-trip this evening?”
Bownsexn Vent
with a bl
1 know
se Yo
invitation,” sa said she, brightly.
tot
lk: to bomcone! ee
Wormen-like!™ answered 2d Leslie Dane, lang
ing, sts he masistod her to a
¥ suppor yo ‘ou never find yo your igh, majesty te fe
iment,” saic
vii ‘pal or had
‘ er itow w earnestly tho old ‘great 8
all
rue
that
sige merely 20 ae me or aly ng
ng the aac if only halt her
as
ng perhaps halt an
‘up quickly, and saw a fairy
oceupan
gurve of the shore tow
trimuly cushioned sents
nd wi
hite,
raw a otters of bite and gold, the
favettun ine, *Bonnibel.”_ Thexingle occupant,
young man ‘singularly band:
CHAPTER IL
E Toned er book and sprang up
usb and smile of
predicat
tues swept out into the blue, eneireling
Sealprido they directed theit footstey
“Uncle Francis is sitting out on ‘the
piazza,” said Bonnibel, as they went up
Me) Tt would bee hard task to, fallow the move, the smooth, graveled wall |) You’ must go
met Hoe stay an ii] jonnibel V ere,” right in and ask bim, Leslie, while I rua away
ight tone of railery, yet looking at | up stairs to dress for dinner.”
She ber with all his san Pong in ‘He large, dreamy, | “‘V« ry well, dear, jAnd=stay, darting, if z
iad aomentarly the dark eves. Do in suspense, fair | should not be bere. w n, you dom
Id re
Sham 'te the shore after the moon Is Speuea d
will tell you what answer your uncle gives my
suit”
a ith sultry cvening. ‘Contest
looked up, and: meeting his ardent glance,
hher eyes until the te, curling lation bid
trod trom wide. banner flattered i
Hior‘checks Ike's danger ng
‘ n getting my fortune told—there!”
10 80,” she ay
winsan nto the fall'and ran up Cho brond Staite
m with, a lighter heart than ever
eat in her breast againe
wh to |, beste pave or down the
‘i mnibel’s uncle and guardian,
my path on my way here inayat mona, satin ‘yap past
evening cigar, and indolently watching the ue
ot believe in such things at alle b ng eur over his he s
Sirs Acyold was a spare, aide man of fim
five, vith tron gray bir a ia beard. His weil
” said Cut features were sharp and resolute in contour,
Disa tne gh. Dray an ana re rir tian ened Cre
ntexactnessaudinimitable /¢¥er dreamed of in bis unfailing, tenderness to
After antinery ther nnorested iste mer herself, Escort sein and w
“Te was Wild Madge, no doubt,” said he, when | cosy dian eee eee
she had finished, have son her several times |, As the young man
| on the shore, and I made onaire arose
of her once, though I dare say the old wit | iF Dan
want to murder ane if she Pinew it. ‘The gossips |;
join me in Sige.
hereabo hat she can read the future |J°ir wheal fou do nt, smok anowered the
0 not believe it—do yout” asked she, | Young artist, politely, “but T am sorry to inter-
rook tat 2 ith ateleats of pone tas tke arc Podesta a of that luxury.
as
car
“Whew!” Mr. Dane
“Getting your {"fovvune told!
Oh, by a horrid old crot
in profound surprise,
‘and by whom, may
her vot- |}
te shore, Tas piazza to whero
33
" 2 staging of ‘silver and
wen where she could
@ ocean rolling in,
anda dreadful prediction’ she gave ine for my |
gan. to read fittuily, tely mil-
Sand acknowledged bis respectful
th considerable cordiality.
4s Sootevening
jour |
Mtatat taled
a seat and
coming round a
Cher. Ther shift was
Te wos |
\d bore round
does not’ id the millionaire, toss-
in her, ‘enuf _bine on y and orang, his seat,
, how do. on with
an ing bi
“Sit down, "Dane.
your pictures!”
The
he, contempt=
sm , tere re bat ‘wo things she Cold you
hak T place any faith in.” "
" 8 nd reso “Wi at are they?” she questioned, anxiouely. | The dusk, handsome face ieved up with plea-
iit very uncoremo- | I believe you will be an yo Pour Gacie fran for | i Famously, thank vou. Ihave, sold two littl
since Ihave ite de tected mow you are that already: pictures in New York lately at quite a fair value
wes ind the critics them, They say
ur | cis low round you walk typo
“Boni Tine genius and should study under the bes
sion, and, ibe es pase
hisvoice lingering over fhe sound of ber namé
with it inexpressi ressible tender
“Well?! she eaid, looking up with an innocent
inquiry in her eves.
‘And, Bonnibel forgive my daring, little one | 1 Go, Rom soon now,
—I belie’ Ibe & & young man’s bride if YoU) and study there a year or two,” Raid, Leslie, his
will let, feat apres < beaming “w with pleasure. “I believe I
ny ambiti within my-
an "he prom prompunge of genius, and 1 know that
my persistent Inuor will conquer fame and for-
tune.”
‘The elder man rej
I congratulate you,” said Mr,
Soyo. think of taking ele
Teast
Hat Lcannot refuse the Jenetie words that had been
Tam just dying trembing on his Nis tips all these summer months, in
jonnibel Vere bad dea to him
than ‘hinown jife the words That ould. seal his
He lool ber Snoloringly put her face
she was trailing one white,
rded him with somes
surprise.
nd
tisha Ain hand ily throngh the blue water.” | ee a never seni ehialicon any sub
Ho smiled ‘at the childish air of offended dIe-| woras pet youn reson in apa ing auch ceron sce very sanguine and determined,” be
"Tamm be ist, with fame and fortune "
r instan Leal
and me tor alone Ls Pa ant ding to)
Aud
ho answered, gaily. «
ng that T was experienc alike
fe.
"Tam determined,” answered Lesio, gravely
“T mean to conquer success. You retneniber th
hackneyed quotation:
“*Ini the proud lexicon of youth which fate reserves to
‘ brighe manhood,
ye et towin, and the world says that you will. be
r uncle's heiress. Yet I have dared to love
see you and not love
iny |Our Are you very Sey with me, darling!
we ‘are very “fortuir | _ Still no answer
eaptures
hong watyou Mave yout from the silent girl before him, | There is uo such word as Failt"
She kept lier sweet {ace turned away trom his|"“T did not know you had euch & to
o you think sof? she inquired, carelessly. | Re, aud aGrutinued | he play wy oe water as| bition, Dane,” said the millionaire, witha he
“1f gratified wishes make one fortunate, tink Froth hie words, ent. on pa} My ambition is no higher than my hopes, Mr,
have been fortunate. alt my life, Uncle Francis | tently, he fail, "manly voice treighted with deep Amolty for Lhave come kere this evening to ask
has never refused to indulge me in anything 1) emo a on, { YOU f0F the hand of Bliss Vere when I sball be in
ray ik Jotask to-ciaimn you now in my strug- eeilon worthy of tha high honor
ir." he answered
‘kina, then, and you ought
Go and cast yourself into those ‘yet You ith the world. - I only ask you to remember ‘ue word rolled out of tbe millionaire’s mouth
raging Atiantie waves yonder, rather than breast Were looking, rather grave and though ful ints me, fame and fortune are bot! tikes Senderetan
the torrent of sorrow shout to break upon your evening as Teams around tive curve, ‘Was ae i may return to lay them at your trail iutened _binwelt in his
lit pole xo ver’ interes 4, Heo several eo taller, and. ie irom ‘ray
‘Nor voice had rixen almont to a pitch of fury ail rein intorest in. tne,” sh Fhe paused and waited, thinking that she mrust fae eeeteatrs his head with indig-
with the last. words 8, and her eyes flaxhed a8 wih avers ‘amply “for 1 was thinking of tle be vet Besey. indeed to avert er face nant surprise, ae teen ray eyes regarded
he Light of ine pirat jon Bhs ‘east a strange look | things.” ly, but suddenly wie 4 ripple of ‘very lie Dane with'a stony stare of surprise, bordering
trensbl dropping Iw hand} “O€ weighty and momentous matters, no ie ghter, sue turn t him, ‘on contempt.
abi up iy t ned xe el obbling out of ight with Honht ” ie commentec hl the beauty e hat ‘ace ‘the torned npn tow have the sanction of your ni¢ » Miss Vere,
a rapidity that scarcely seemed ‘possible ‘one 80 haps 80,” ane ays yeresl “Come now, | him! It was fairly transAgured wi nd ‘of you ber hand in marriage,” repeated
stricken with age, am ne, guess Wat J bave been doing this|bappiness. It was bathed in Detene. ore Lose Dane, celta ly, ly.
‘The young gil, who @ moment ago bad seemed evening. ” tinted like the unset. red tha ene flushing the| Mr. Arnold sprang to his feet, furious with