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Full Title	Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c., v. 49, no. 36, June 30, 1894.
Contributor	Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Date Added	30 November 2022
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1894-06-30
Publisher	New York : Street & Smith
Alternate Title	New York Weekly. Sweet Violet; or, The fairest of the fair / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Fairest of the fair
Topic	New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers. Popular literature > United States > 19th century > Periodicals
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OCR aE LATTLE CHAIRS. PERRY. THE THR Ry wns, They sat alono by the bright wood fire The gr the aged site, Dreaming of days gone by; ‘The tes chaired dame an rops fall on each aged cheek; ‘They both bad thoughts that Mey could not speak, As cach heart uttered a sigh, For their sad and tearful eyes deseried Three little chairs placed side by gainst the sitting-room wal Old-fashioned enough as there they atood— nes of wood, ‘Their seats of flag and their With thoir backs so straight and tall. ‘Then the aire shook his silvery head, Aud with trembling voles ho gontiy sald: “Mother, those empty chai ‘They bring We auch aad, and thoughts to- night, We'll put them forever out of sight Tn tho 11 dark room up statra.” But she answered : “Father, no, not yots For I look at them and f forget ‘Vhat tho children went away. ‘The days come back our Mary, too, With her apron on of eli inluo, And sit bere every a } and Wittie Dis leaden bullets casts, : While Mary hor patehwork sews; sins ety vin tine three ehthllats prasers 4 ———_——____— “Johnny stilt whittles a ship's tall maats, -Go up tr Goirsrom thors Uteie onal So softly that noo 6 is o'er, to rest on my knee, Buta tired child whose playti here, though empty now, when alone we bow Father's throue to pray, We'll we to meet the ehitd Th one Sav ren avOvO tatne of revt and tove, Where no ehild aneth away, vu “story WILL “Cecil, F ean't marry wuarry you?” cried ¥ T BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM. SWEET The Fairest. VIOLET; “or the Fair. MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER, By M Author of Lillian, My Lillian,” “The Senator's Bride,” “Little Coquette Bonule,” otc. CHAPTER I. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. Judge Camden's ti tiful granddaughters were the pride of augue County, and both wei to charining that Paris himsele must. have hes tated long before awarding aie golden. apple to one alone as fairest ‘Violet Mead. and Am and orphans, and looked of the old ju his death, ‘Violet was as lovely as her namesake flower, blonde, with curling golden hair, azaling dark ner Laurens were cousins 4 upon as heireses, for all dge’s money would come to them tne eyes, plu and white skin, and an arc mpirited face, where Cupid Id in bewiteling dim: ples, parely seventeen, v but Sho was L and one year older—Amber, the trillent br tite, with her graceful, willowy form, so tall and sten- der, golden-hazt eyes, olive skin, and dark brown tresses in smooth, satiny braids at the back of her Prout itile head The Ney were as different in mind looks, for Violet was frank, free, soi ed, nym while Amber w orything—reserved and aignlted, nk, free, ‘vith a mun the reverse in ev other as some cousins ‘ut they wore. carelesly affectionate, and they might never have “became wrribly “afennted had they not had the bitter misfortune of losing thele heart to the sume mane Tow many alienations have come frown this one ow many awful tragedies have followed n't bratn; ho many hearts have been broken for a jealous love “On Cocit Grant had met Aniber Laurens fist while her cousin was away at boarding-school mired "the brilliant brunetio very. much,” and showed her enough attention to sot the gossips of Greenville to predicting a match between the ex: tremely handsome p it, suddenly, when the summer was at its okdenest, the Virginia skies their bluest the flow. bond their fairest, Violet Mead came 1, her curly golden head full ofr 00] herself the sweetest flower that bloomed e it Golden Willows, the judge's picturesque coun- try home. She had never had a lover, but the romantic little maiden bad bexun to dr ream already of her fate. When Cecil Grant met Violet, in her bony, jgxons girlhood,'so happy and 30 lovely, it was Ke fg & revelation to his burning heart. fe reali a moment tat, bis oimirstion for Amber had Been bute au de fat y for coquettish beauty. Let others, hesit tate as they would over fhe £0 cousin’s beauty, he thought | Violet the truest, fairest, purest, ‘most charming girl in the whole ‘work His heart went out to. hor in g tide of resisties love, and he vowed to win her for for his worshiy "amid if jealone imperious Amber had nota iven him her proud, passionate heart, raversnevendedin his Aim and healed his @ of happiness and t bliss, y by eadly night ‘eains ‘ked esa ci at last she woke. up to the fatal truth that she hi lost her admirer, ‘The seoping tiger was aroused 4m her natures and from that mioment, sweet Violet's fate was séated. Ah, the pity of it that love should ever change a. jealous ‘nature should stop at bis adoration’? ‘or ate— Bop till it Taid waste, all, the fair Sowers of ji si d joy springing to life in a young girl is is where the roses Tilt the eon wae val ‘perfume, And when 3 ble Joss att lots brown and bare! cops the flower} CHAPTER IL. LOVE’S YOUNG DREAM. “Violet, I love you The most romait have chosen fai words! Violet had wandered down to the river, wh fringe of golden willows gave Judge “Camden's lace its name. The pretty stream arent singing the foot of the sloping gree aud. the girl loved its voice, like a Eadiher's! ‘lullaby. gir in the world could not scene for such beautiful We lt ‘Ni Tae jolet. ** You belong: to Amber. She threw herself caveley on the green, mossy bank, murmuring plaintive when she claimed Cecil for her If si pei a heartless flirt, tor" all" his ooks and actions have seemed plainly to declare ta ihe referred mie! roxy Mouth, quivered with grief, and_ tears aimed the dazzling dark blue eyes, for Amber haa very harsh that day when the two girls were quite algner Sho bail chided sweet, Violet for ng about clothed always in simple white, How silly you look, Violet, alveays in ‘white, like,a great baby! Have you nd colored gowns: fons of tet, Aine, but 1 like my ‘white gowns “etter tess sweet warm summer days!” Tihdia silk is just. as cool,”” cried Amber, sinoot oth down the sot foul ‘of green flowered er dainty § hands. ly inst evening coe hast heard Cecil Grant de- cust Shag wprotty girl always looked, apzelio in twas and that Violets head to-day. But, all unconscious of her cousin's bittor jeal- ‘the lovely gil shook back her golden locks, and Answered, smilingly = “AT ka, ty jw chite goss better Amber's even erove darks with hate for her pretty cousin, ‘and she flashed out, angrily: “You wear them to iy handsome lover, we caid white gowns were to steal hin from mer”? Cecil Grant, because | ! for your Joyer, Amber, for I Hhought—t thought —" @ paused,’ with a lovely blusl “You thought, he |, Miss Vanity? Well, you ‘Were bitterly mistaken, 1st mo tell you We ‘were engaged otore aN came home from school, and Cecil has musing himself With. your eredulity, (wilile T looked ou abd. ap- plaudad the fun! Bub the joke has gone far enough \@ nonsense must comé Evei came hoine ou have tie “oO ssipplant s heart, aid 1 will no longer ry? I— speech for'want of a Sint se paused in her ai ae listener. Poor Violet had ushed from the room in, tenes. i's smiles 3s hn i heart, and r anot ie hn wandered downto the siver-bank , ber heart aching over the perfidy of handsome Cecil who had made such audacious love to her with his tender dark eyes, while ho was engage to “Arb ‘Thats him! she sobbed, ably. He etched Girt, avd Amber is to let him fool me so wickedly: I should ie te un them both for th whery to me. Why didn’t they | fel me fran iy at first that they were en- gaged to be married, and save me all this bitter | pain’ od all the while, pebind he shade of the! golden willows, Cecil “Grant, had been watebing little love i in her soft white. gown, ‘and listen- ing. to her petulant complaints. Suddenly “he started forward, ve weet Violet, you must not think such unkind thoughts of me, for [ am not Amber's lover, in spite ofall rhe has tokd you... ty darling, T love | yout? crying ont, 2u32 He gazed at Violet with adoring eyes, and she ei ‘Twonder if Amber spoke, the truth this morn- ng lover. Entered at the Post Office, New York. as Second Class Mattor hree Dollars Per Year Two Copies Five Dollars. a a or AN) a : we You were betrothed to her when T came home!” blushed to, hear from her lover's ca those sweet ou yo ardentig, ands “sane down bese tehing her ttle snow-fake of & hand in his, pleading snderl oP adore you, my little darling! my wifer” it was an abrupt proposal, but Cecil knew that his frie fetes with Violet’ were always inter- rupted by Amber," so when he savy me darling valing dow to ral fimsel? that te Would fallow and make ay ‘white the sun shou ‘lid not. think that any one had seen him ing ‘rowan the house, so he ebanged his course Will you be “An ihe was jst tn time to catch her sorrowful, supposed perfidy “Yio comprehended like a flash the deceitfut game Ainber Laurens bad been playing, and determined that sweet Violet should not doubt him a moment longer. > while the. summer ind the waves Ww sag fo bis mate in the greenwood tree, the Die- sa little beauty listened, beneath the shady it Taws, to the sweetest story: man ¢ woman's care, ho ‘okt but ever new story OF ve, sunset was gilding the ‘Aud no nobler man than Cecil Grant eve whispered the story, no fairer, purer maicen than yoke e i to it with blushes of tender Bu the summer breeze, as it sighed through the willows, had a mournful sound, and the river giding by the green banks murmured. low of mystery and tr Cecil T eanuot marty she added, sadly were betrothed to her when Ic He denied it with passionate v “T adinired Miss Laurens eal vehomenea: very much, but I time, I never Cecil Grant! for your attentions made me think You loved me, and all our friends predicted our speedy mai riage!” cried an Jndignant, voice, and there vw wns Amber, magnificently beautiful in an elaborate ite gown and gleaining, amber jewels. “she had watebed him. from het window going down to the river and followed him, eager for an yon this romantic spot, NAnd this was her 1 Jove for ber cousia aud ant r his avowal of teres 08 for herself. ng by the serpent of jealousy coiling UNE eduld have slain the pale of. lovers 80 close together there beneath the shade of the goklen wil ‘And she could not repre the bitter, reproach. ful words with w sect love. ren { wil Srauk Sprang to his feet. eagerly of your. pardon, Miss Laurens’ if have | ind iced eat oo prot fag you amert. My [only exe did not think. [may eciuiners besides tse, aid Bow: sou t gues that your choice had fallen on nie? Tam Wi u forgive me??? et Tie terly, aut with hin fe tears, as she rushed thane “with he faie young overs h molten gold, and the bird | be m pits how cruelly er oud and loving beart was they gazed a moment in each other's eyes, then Cecil drew her to bis breast and er her not know the fiery, heart of Amer Tanres re She had loved him was in tensif fied to vaduces cn hy his loss, ni wildly back to tite house, she reguberedl Su urning oath that Cesil Grant ghowld Syever fad \enninss with iolet Mea Viel must give shall ¢ die i of despair " He “eit bere , that almost blistered her.beauti burning @ passion that She had never ver thought that Violet was al in ty, Hever believed that could be piv vale in he shock of ber awakening was terribly m seemed to totter ou he the throne, 1¢ had loved sweet Violet in a careless, cousin fashion ‘before, but now all het to jealous * Pacing the floor of her sumptuou sapart ment, ea beautiful, angry tigress, Broo over her Dieter detent and won she could punish her cousin for imp she had Won. - ao othing she could do to Violet seemed too cruel to sitis'y her ipa for revenge, She would have dead in her cofin, and ston by and lear the clods rattling nt ould boy wn upon her grave. The sound would bave een rnuwie Tu Amber's from a beaut tiful, an perious, loving girl, she was Into a jealous, angry, aevengetal woman, Blighted love had changed. the current of her thoughts, lier ‘hopes, her very” life. She had but one aim now. It was to sweep her lovely rival from her path, aud. win Cecil Grant’s heart atlast. =3 x arenes "Pate itself seemed to play into Amnber’s bands. Judge Camden had been away two moutlis, leaving bis granddaughters in fone of Shot chagrin. slain wid (o—S wad Fative, aud be was expected. home” that evening. ” Tudeed, Wwhon Amber caine down stairs presentiy, she found that he had already arri oe met hi font. mt not through excess ae wera vot a , ‘int pecan sabe hoped rought per te from. th iy, grandpapa, soleome fone! “Rive anised you. eantach she , sweetly, (Umph)” he grunted, | ungraciously. “But where let, eh? ‘A sullen light gloomed in Amber's eyes, as she a 1, quickly : “She is down at the river with a young man, sit” ‘A young man! Why, what the duse Daaylts Shey; madaine.” humping his cane loudly on th floor to (frighten the meek litle vindow, “Now, what do you mean by letting that child Violet go'gallivanting around with @ young mani?” be cried, violently. rs. Shirley cowered before bis black looks, and murmured deprecatingly : “Dear me, Judge Camden, Violet is quite sev enteen years old, and old enough to walk out with younig man, T suppose, considering that her mother was mavried at sixteen ‘Don’t. throw her mother up to me, ful creature! Wasu't ita runaway match, 1 w how? And didu't that, wretch, Ligutenant Meat break my poor girl's heart: 1, two. years with his dissipations? “A disgrace to the navy be was, aud a good riddance when be died, Is And what must have become of that poor baby Violet, if 1 hadn't brought her here and raised her—eh? And now, while Pin away, you let ber begin to follow in her “mother's. fovteteps, you careless woman! But L'il settle Violets future, She shall not elope like poor Marie! picked out a s nice busband for her myself, aud She’ is to ied in a month far! ob, dear!” little "kilo. dis yed a “ whimpered the simple Shia bold dectaration sly, 8c ndpapa, Violet's i hates or Decale already to ‘Gee "Fudge Camien sprang from is chair, bis han some ‘old hazel, eyes glaring under the Deetllag ite brows. whi ge tinndered furiousl “No, she isn’t, by Jupiter! She shall marry the a Pe .ctosen for her! Cecil Granty i indeed, the liarch mouse, with sting “put a igree! ndsome face and a long peligres He'll “never get, my Violet, ‘the fortung! hunting amp!” Go, Amber, ‘and tell ber to come me instantly ve ber is mandate, quickly, only too glad of the chance to separat lovers. ane mn she reached the ter ‘ahe found them. -by beneath the willows with linger. in hc at and shy caresses. Violet, wi Bea awa) Y now dea Cer for Am. ber will be so all this evening . and, besides, we are ex ang grandpapa Home fromthe World's Fair at any moment.’ en T shall call in the morning to ask him for my darling, “Oh, Cecil? ‘Basingys but just then Amber appeared. exclai “Grandpapa has come already, Violet, and has sent me to cail you in. ery impatient to you. aw blithely aeroms the daisted lawn, but lingered on, eager to hake up her quarrel h Ceci Sho stood fn his path, so that he could not turn away from her, while she murmured, with a geu tleness that was new and strange in haughty Am- which she startled them from thetr | ber “iT spoke hastily Just now, Cecil. and did what I I forgive you for your roel tomo, and I wa be your friend. sines I ca: not be your howe like wiolet”” fe thought that he ad, never seen ber sa choriniug as Deo and that, sad, resigned air, 80 51 ‘The humble, entreating voice melted his Besides, he did not feel hhimelt entirely ‘Maines less, ‘A handsome young man has no business paying

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