We love but once. A score of times, perchance,
We may be moved in fancy's fleeting fashion—
May treasure up a word, a tone, or glance—
But only once we feel the soul's great passion.
E. W. Wilcox.
Mrs. Stone was charmed when she heard that Kathleen was to marry Teddy.
"You will be as happy as the day is long!" she exclaimed, fondly kissing the beautiful girl.
"Do you think so?" asked Kathleen, anxiously.
Proud as she was, she began to feel frightened at what she had done.
She found her wayward heart going out in a passion of regret after her lost lover, instead of leaning fondly on her accepted one.
She was alarmed lest it should always be so, and so she timidly asked the question of Mrs. Stone:
"Do you think so?"
Mrs. Stone did not know anything of that lost lover—did not guess at the pain in the young girl's heart.
She honestly believed that, given a fair opportunity, her cousin might win this girl's pure young heart.