CISSY'S SECRET.
Ay, but, darling, speak his name;
Give to sorrow words and tears;
This strange silence, proud and cold,
Fills my heart with anxious fears.
Curse him, bairnie, or forgive him,
For I know Love's subtle art;
The grief that's never spoken
May sometimes break the heart.
MRS. ALEX. MCVEIGH MILLER.
"I must tell you my guarded secret," sobbed Cissy, to Geraldine, and
the latter put a loving arm around her, whispering, tenderly:
"Yes, tell me all, dear; for maybe it will ease your sore heart. You
know the poet says:
"'Give sorrow words--the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.'"
The last rays of the setting sun stole in and rested like a blessing on
the dark and golden heads close together, then faded out, and left the
little room in gloom as Cissy sighed:
"Oh, I thought I was getting over it; I thought I was contented again
until his voice and face brought back the cruel past!"
"Whose voice and face, dear Cissy? Oh, do you mean Mr. Clemens? Did he
have anything to do with your secret sorrow?"
"Everything!"
"Oh, dear, and was that why you rushed away when he entered the room?"
"Ye-es," sobbed Cissy.
"Why, this grows very interesting," exclaimed Geraldine, who dearly
loved a romance. "Why, I never even dreamed of your knowing Cameron
Clemens! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, I did not wish to do so. I did not mean to resurrect my sorrow
from the grave where it has rested for years. Oh, why have I promised
to tell it now?" began Cissy, suddenly repenting her weakness.
"Oh, darling, I'll never, never breathe it to a living soul, poor dear.
Now go on, that's a sweet girl! Was Mr. Clemens your lover?"
But as the last word left her lips there came a loud, impatient double
knock upon the door, making both spring up in surprise and alarm.
"Oh-h!" cried Geraldine.
"Oh-h!" echoed Cissy.
Then they smiled at each other in the deepening gloom, and Geraldine
exclaimed:
"How that knock startled me! But, of course, it's Harry at last."
He was Harry to her now, her darling, and how sweet the name sounded
from her rosy lips.
"Of course it is Harry. Run to the door, dear," returned Cissy,
secretly glad of an interruption to the story she had promised to
relate to her friend.
All in a moment she had repented it, and wished to keep the secret
still.
So she was glad of the opportune interruption.
"Run to the door, dear. Do not keep him waiting," she urged, and
Geraldine flew blithely to open the door for her lover, as she had done
a dozen times before that day, meeting each time, as she did now--blank
disappointment.
A man stood before her, to be sure, but he was an utter
stranger--good-looking and well-dressed, with a bearded face and a hat
pulled low over his eyebrows.
"Are you Miss Harding?" he asked, in a low, muffled voice.
"Yes."
He handed a note to her; and forgetting, in her wonder, to ask him in,
she took it, and leaving him at the open door, crossed over to the
window to read it by the dim and failing light of the waning day.
It ran simply:
"My darling, there have been so many fires to-day I've been on a dead
run, and am almost tired out; but I didn't forget my promise to take
you for a sleigh-ride, and the thought of you has been singing in my
fond heart all day. It's late, I know--past five now, and I can't get
off duty at the engine-house until six o'clock; but I thought I would
take time by the forelock and be ready to take you for a little spin,
if you don't mind the hour. So my friend, Jem Rhodes volunteered to
go to the livery stable and get a sleigh for me, and bring you down
to the engine-house by six o'clock, so I could take the reins the
minute I'm free.
"Will you come with my good friend, Rhodes, dear? A clever fellow to
do us this good turn, is he not?
"Hastily and fondly, H. H."
In the dim light the writing looked the same as that she had received
that morning from her lover. Not a doubt crossed her mind.
She hastily explained the case to her friend.
Cissy could see no objection to the plan, and she was rather relieved
that Geraldine was going, so that she could not tease her for the
love-story she was now reluctant to tell.
"It seems all right," she said, encouragingly.
Geraldine flew to get on her warmest wraps, and Cissy invited Mr.
Rhodes to come in to the fire.
"I will light the gas," she said, hospitably, but he shrank back into
the shadowy hall.
"No, thank you, I must go down and look after the horses. Please tell
the young lady to hurry," he said, in that strange, muffled voice,
retreating down the stair-way as he spoke.
Geraldine was ready in a minute, and Cissy went down with her to the
sleigh, an elegant turn-out, with two horses.
"Don't stay too late, dear, or you may take cold," cautioned Cissy,
tenderly; and then they kissed each other good-by, little dreaming how
long it would be, poor dears, before they met and kissed again.