Only a Girl's Love. Garvice Charles

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      She smiled.

      "And what have you been doing?"

      "Assisting in the latter amusement," he answered, lightly.

      "They told me you had gone out," she said.

      He nodded.

      "Yes, I took the chestnut for a spin."

      She laughed, a soft, hushed laugh.

      "And left them the first night! That was like you, Ley!"

      "What was the use of staying? It was wrong, I suppose. I am unfortunate! Yes, I went for a ride."

      "It was a lovely evening. I watched the sunset," and she looked at the window. "If I had known you were going, I would have looked for you. I like to see you riding that big chestnut. You went across the meadows?"

      "Yes," he said, "across the meadows."

      He was silent for a minute, then he said, suddenly, "Lil, I have seen a vision to-night."

      "A vision, Ley!" she repeated, looking up at him eagerly.

      He nodded.

      "A vision. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen, excepting you, Lil!"

      She made no protest, but smiled.

      "Ley! A girl! What was she like?"

      "I can't tell you," he said. "I came upon her in a moment. The chestnut saw her first, and was human enough to be struck motionless. I was struck too!"

      "And you can't tell me what she was like?"

      "No; if I were to describe her with usual phrases you would smile. You women always do. You can't help being a woman, Lil!"

      "Was she dark or fair?"

      "Dark," he replied. "I did not know it at the time; it was impossible to think whether she was dark or fair while one looked at her, but I remembered afterward. Lil, you remember that picture I sent you from Paris—the picture of the girl with the dark eyes and long, silky hair—not black, but brown in the sunlight, with long lashes shading the eyes, and the lips curved in a half-serious smile as she looks down at the dog fawning at her feet?"

      "I remember, Ley. Was she like that?"

      "Yes; only alive. Fancy the girl in the picture alive. Fancy yourself the dog she was smiling at! I was the dog!"

      "Ley!"

      "And she spoke as well as smiled. You can imagine the voice that girl in the picture would have. Soft and musical, but clear as a bell and full of a subtle kind of witchery, half serious, half mockery. It was the voice of the girl I met in the lane this evening."

      "Ley! Ley, you have come to make poetry to me to-night. I am very grateful."

      "Poetry! It is truth. But you are right; such a face, such a voice would make a poet of the hardest man that lives."

      "And you are not hard, Ley! But the girl! Who is she? What is her name?"

      "Her name"—he hesitated a moment, and his voice unconsciously grew wonderfully musical—"is Stella—Stella."

      "Stella!" she repeated. "It is a beautiful name."

      "Is it not? Stella!"

      "And she is—who?"

      "The niece of old Etheridge, the artist, at the cottage."

      Lilian's eyes opened wide.

      "Really, Ley, I must see her!"

      His face flushed, and he looked at her.

      She caught the eager look, and her own paled suddenly.

      "No," she said, gravely. "I will not see her. Ley—you will forget her by to-morrow."

      He smiled.

      "You will forget her by to-morrow. Ley, let me look at you!"

      He turned his face to her, and she looked straight into his eyes, then she put her arm round his neck.

      "Oh, Ley! has it come at last?"

      "What do you mean?" he asked, not angrily, but with a touch of grimness, as if he were afraid of the answer.

      "Ley," she said, "you must not see her again. Ley, you will go to-morrow, will you not?"

      "Why?" he asked. "It is not like you to send me away, Lil."

      "No, but I do. I who look forward to seeing you as the sweetest thing in my life—I who would rather have you near me than be—other than I am—I who lie and wait and listen for your footsteps—I send you, Ley. Think! You must go, Ley. Go at once, for your own sake and for hers."

      He rose, and smiled down at her.

      "For my sake, perhaps, but not for hers. You foolish girl, do you think all your sex is as partial as you are? You did not see her as I saw her to-night—did not hear her ready wit at my expense. For her sake! You make me smile, Lil."

      "I cannot smile, Ley. You will not stay! What good can come of it? I know you so well. You will not be content until you have seen your Venus again, and then—ah, Ley, what can she do but love you, and love you but to lose you? Ley, all that has gone before has made me smile, because with them I knew you were heart-whole; I could look into your eyes and see the light of laughter in their depths; but not this time, Ley—not this time. You must go. Promise me!"

      His face went pale under her gaze, and the defiant look, which so rarely shone out in her presence, came into his eyes, and about his lips.

      "I cannot promise, Lil," he said.

CHAPTER V.

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      For love lay lurking in the clouds and mist,

       I heard him singing sweetly on the mountain side:

       "'Tis all in vain you fly, for everywhere am I—

       In every quiet valley, on every mountain side!"

      In the clear, bird-like tones of Stella's voice the musical words floated from the open window of her room above and through the open French windows of the old man's studio.

      With a little start he turned his head away from the easel and looked toward the door.

      Stella had only been in the house three days, but he had already learned something of her habits, and knew that when he heard the beautiful voice singing at the window in the early morning, he might expect to see the owner of the voice enter shortly.

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