Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A TOAST TO TRE 1LO8T ONE. 35 s?mething to sustain you, since you have not to fefuse your- self the. happiness of woman's companionship, the bliss of woman’s love.” “ Your .marble has been warmed, then?” aid Wilton. “You remember your love affairs to this day.” “ Remember them! ..As.if 1 cowid forget. Fill,your glass again, and drink in silence. The toast is to the;memory of one who ;has. long since passed away from earth. Sorrow bore heavy upon her beautiful head, and she died. This to her memory, for I held her very dear.” They drank in silence, andthe old man Jaid his head upon the table before him and. said: not.<, word for some moments. Wilton remained mute. Presently Anselmo raised his head, and there was nothing in his stern old face to show that a atorm of passion shad passed over him, leaving his heart. full of bitterness, baat “That is past,” he said. _“ AN have their hours of sorrow. I have mine alpays. Since I can not.be happy myself, T will do what I can for others. My dear sir, if you see wait a moment, you shall see your lady.” “ Quickly, then ; I am in snspense.” The old man went.ont. Fifteen minutes passed, and the young man was beginning to think Marie was not coming, when the door was, thrown open and he had her in his ams; close up to his _— heart. OHAPTER I v. ‘pe ESPARD'S STORY. ‘Lovers have much. to say, avhen ‘hey. meet.after ve part- ings. There are mutual vows to interchange, mutual igriefs to bear. They tell over word by word: their thoughts since tast they met. . Lips meet in a long kiss,and sseem loth ‘to part. There are 1 moments inthis life. worth all our ‘life: before or after—-momer ts ito. remember when our hair is growing CcomicoooksS.c©