Terser y
go we would run ’round to Stella’s
BY MATTi£ DtER BRITTS.
awhile, thia evening,” »he answered,
putting her hand on which her dia
mond ring again ahone on his broad
shoulder.
“But, the baby?” asked Charley,
doubtingly.
“Sarah can do very well with the
baby,” raid Kate, though her cheeks
reddened under his glagce.
“Sarah? Why, Katie, what does
it all mean? Is it possible—”
“Yes. it is quite possible that I
am not going to neglect you any
more, Charley, my dear,” she inter
rupted, bluhng redder.
“rfalliujah!” and Charley caught
her to him in a swift embrace.
“Kate, I’m the happiest fellow in
town just this minute!”
“Then I shall take care to keep
you so,” said Kate. “Come to sup
per, silly boy.”
She kept her word—and her hus
band. Miss Jess found it of no
avail to cast her sweetest spells
around her handsome cousin, for
his wife was wide awake and
learned, before it was too late to
eave a heart-break, that “worth
winning worth keeping”—especial
ly when one has a home treasure
to defend.
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“Augusta Vivian! why, what on
earjj1 are you crying about?”
jj;gs Vivian dashed the crystal
drops petulantly
. ,
-
lashes,
..Cryingl what nonsense. I'm
not crying.”
you had
Sbe Bat there on the low, velvet-
ar! Giv- covered divan, with the exquisite
hat!’ the bridesmaid’s d rcss in her lap— i
her silk- wbite tarletan, barred with shim
set chair, tiering lines of silver—while just
as fresh beyond lay the wedding-cards,
am quite tied together with snowy ribbon,
like drifted snow.
te opera,
And Aunt Bessie, seeing that re-
te, rather monstrance and argument would
words.
alike be unwelcome just at the mo
■med like ment, went quietly out of the room
les again. with the ivory needle case she had
l’,ou he come to seek, leaving Augusta alone
ut riding orce more.
ttled on.
“Three times a bridesmaid, and
ake ycu, never a bride.”
t°”
Was it. then, that there was act-
inr time, ua| truth in the words of the old
:d Kate. Raw which people quoted against
leave the ber wj(b so much malicious fun?
id Stella por the third time she was to be a
niled and bride’s attendant now—and .her-
hed slid- Be|f? Why does no one come to
nht idea. ¡eatj her to the altar also, to fulfill
11 Charles a woman’s sweetest, proudest desti-
riters de- nvy
«
that dav.
It is ail sheer nonsense to say
ome in a that a girl uniat not admit visions
;k or two of ]ovc alHj matrimony into her
•»ere tak- bead. She would be but a lifeless,
rchly, to loveless statute otherwise; the vis
ions will come unbidden, and ex-
1 that I istence would be uncomplete with-
hat If I out their enchanting glitter
So it
ou?”
was with Augusta Vivian at eight-
ightened, and-twenty. People were already
laid, very speaking of her as “an old maid;”
as bright the young, sixteen year old damsels
thought her “shockingly old,” and
Lily, ber married sister, with two
whis- babies, patronized and pitied her.
it to kiss “Poor Gussie,” said Mrs. Lathrop,
e. And “it isn’t likely she will ever marry
e squeeze now. Why, I was engaged before
I was eighteen, and Gussie is near
irsery as |y thirty. However, I always want-
one, and cd an old maid sister to live with
lap with me and help about the children
and the housekeeping.”
my hue-
Yet Augusta Vivian was lovelier
□red. “I now than she had teen at eighteen,
see that. Not a wrinkle marred the marble
I just hs smoothness of her brow, the gold-i
veil—I’m bright baiy waved in iuxurous
my eyes masses from her blue veined lent-
kstoyou, pies, and the I loom on her clucks!
low, tny : was red and ripe as that of a peach
muKt lie very I —a,,<* yrt s*le »ever .vet had had
one offer.
For
It was hard, toe. Augusta Vivi-
>ire with an had K|] tbe wifely instincts bc-
1 have a longing to every women worthy of
befor to- the name—she had her aspirations,
I hopes and dreams, ami it was
Ch rlis i dispiriting to see them blighted one
.
‘ ’ | by one.
ing a lit-
“Nobody cares for me.” thought
need not Augusta, mournfully, and notwitli-
e to din- out a spice of bitterness in her de
t for the*icc,’on' **^'° n,a” evcr *P°ke ,n
,
! me of love—no home ever vet
lie turn« OjK>lle<j its portals to greet me as
'its queen. Why not, I wonder?!
; to ride'Am 1 unlike other women? Am I
le, to her- unworthy i f the destiny that fate !
■ ht Mr ha® reserved for them? Here I
Wit Cheapsit
I ' th
,,,-v httle cottage among the I
1 ratuer. rogpg solitary and alone, save for !
Aunt llessie and the kitten, and
aftenoon.1 here, from aught I can see, I am i
—►vBLtSHRD.—
in at tea- likely to drag out the monotonous .
wh-i met ••»hs ,nv days. I wish I wers a ' 5^(JoldeQÇeQ8^r
‘ , . man. Men can go out into thei
•*»? natr i world and forget all personal trou-1
GF BOCKFOItZ*. ILLINOIS.
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had not ble in that keen hand-to hand con-' without.
»3»ert :
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h» rSwg
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sit .it home with folded hands and ,
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aching hearts, waiting for the day I
' to ccme which may never dawn.”,'
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