When Fate Is Got It In For

The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must Be The Pain Of Its Ending.

Miss Grantham Gave A Shriek. 'you Have Trifled With Me!' She Said, Into The Folds Of Her Handkerchief. 'you Promised Me Marriage, And Now You Mean To Cast Me Off For Another!

She Bowed Her Head, Clasping Her Hands Tightly Before Her Upon The Arm Of His Chair, For Her Heart Yearned Towards Him, Yet Could Not Reach Him, And It Made Her Throat Ache With Unhappiness To Meet That Look Of His That Rested On Her Face Without Seeing It.

I Feel An Almost Overwhelming Interest In The Methods Of Daylight Abduction Employed By The Modern Youth.

The Society Of My Relatives Can Only Be Enjoyed With Frequent Intervals.