Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1856-01-15
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From BalIou's Pictorial.
PARTING IN ANGER.
BY EVA MILFORD

Ralph, here Is letter which john just brot
me, saying that he found it in the bottom of
your sleigh when he vas harnessing Selim. and
he added the melancholy fact that the sleigh
viii be at the door in five minutes"
So soon Al yes. it IS already ter but l
could have sworn we had not been ten MINUTES
risen from cur eight o'clock breakfast ell year
fault naughty one"
Yes, sir. but the letter
&c o, yes. the letter; give it me, please
Net TIL you tell me who it Is from. The
handwriting Is extre mely pretty, and the seal
Of rose -coIored wax l. stamped with the motto,
" Ever thine Ever thine. indeed Come tell
me at once the name Of this sentimental CORES
pondent, or rather give me leave to read the let
ter; shall I7'
Indeed no. What betrav the secrets of one
fair lady to the scrutiny Of another, especially
when both are young, beautiful, unmarried, and
fond Of the same unworthy fellow 81
Then Is she all thai 70
"Au what ?"
Why, young, beautiful, unmarried, and-and
fond Of you"
"Ail-esPecially the last"
Now you shall give me the letter, sir:" and,
although the young lady still smiled, there was
an angry color beginning to deepen the rose of
her cheek. and an angry light kindIing in her
hazel eyes.
Ralph Morton saw these symptoms, and just
the least shade of sterness and determination
peeped over the smile upon his lips, as he an
swered:
shall, Margie! That isn't pretty word
for such rosy lips, child and to punish you, this
unfortunate letter shall at once be condemned
to an aafo-fa.ts and us contents at once be lost
to mortal ken"
As the young man spoke, he snatched the let
ter from the young girls hand and cast it into
the midst of a fiery sea of blazing coal which
filed the ample CRATE.
Hot words rose TO Margaret's lips as she saw
the flames wrap themselves around the devoted
letter, and that which TIL now had been only
playful wish now rose to vital Importance.
4 VIII never forgive him. was her first
thought, but she bit her lips and walked to the
window before she SPOKE, and then she turned
and said calmly and il ely:
Your sleigh Is at the door, Mr. Morton, and
have the honor to wish you good morning >
and she moved to the door of the library where
her father sat.
Stop, Margie, one minute 1t was rude of
me TO snatch the letter from your hand, and for
that I beg your pardon. Kiss me, love, before
90, wont You g
"I viii forgive veu, and when you tell me
who wrote the letter and what it was about"
Have yor not vet learned. Margaret. that
demands do nc. succeed SO well with me as
quests Kiss me- and be my own sweet MAJ
gle. and 1 viii repeat the letter verbatim"
Repeat the letter first, and then we viii
speak of the other proposition"
No. Margaret. not if vou never kiss me
again" And now the look of stern derermina-
tion was uurnistakeable. and the proud lips in
stead of smiling pressed hard against each
other.
Good morning-no, farewell, Mr.. Morton -
And the angry rose and angry light burned
bright on cheek and eye.
Farewell Miss Leslie - And IN another
minute the jingling sleigh-belis made music
which Margaret did not hear. for her bright
head was buried in the cushions OF the couch,
and the voice Of her own weeping filed her
ears.
What Ralph gone without bidding rs
good by p said a CHEEKY voice, as the door
opened ten minutes after, and a face hearning
with love and genialisE looked into the room f;
but when Mrs Murray saw the little figure "
ing so crushed and forlorn upon the couch, and
heard the stifed sobs, she came quickly IN, an d