Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1858-08-06
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VOLUME 25, NO. 81.

the parted blinds. with such wistful look.
as he disappeared, IL might have been his
turn 10 triumph.
In spite Of Sophie's prophecy, twenty -four
hours did not bring back Harry. Days
matured into weeks, and still he did not
come. nor in all that time did she soc him.
And now she began to think herself quite .
martyr. and acted accordingly. In fact.
she did as almost any heroine would have
done under the circulnstances--grsw pale
and interesting. Mariana began to suggest
tho dcl'eaeies 10 tempt Sophio's palate.
' The poor dear child was getting 80 thin"
In vain Sophie protested that ,he had DO
appetite.
In vain papa brough, dainty gifts and
piled up costly dresses before his pet. A
faint smile or abs,raetcd =" thank you" was
the only recompsn.o. II sister Kats sug-
gesied that ilarry's sb,snec was in any
manner connected with her altered demeanor
Sophie would to-s her ribgletsd head with
an air OF supreme indifference, and ~ away
aud cry over ii hour, ats time. Everybody
thought something was the matter with
Sophie; Sophie among the rest.
Her suspense and peritenee became in
supportable a, last. Sister Kate, who had
come - near the solution OF the true mys-
terry, should know all 80 said Sophie.
Perhaps she could advise her what " DO.
for to give Harry up forever seemed every
day more and morc Of an imposibility.
"will you come into the garden with
me, Kats'" che asked, IN 4 trembling voice
Of her sister, one day about month after
her trouble with Harry. "l have something
Of importance to tell you"
"Go away, darling, and | will be with
you in a few moments" replied Kate, cast
ing searching glance a, Sophlo'' aushed
checks and swollen eyes.
Running swiftly along the garden paths.
as IL from fear Of pursuit., Sophie turned
aside into her favori,e arbor. and, hIngiDg
herself down on q low SCAT, buried her head
among the cool vines, and gave herself up
to psroIy.m Of passionate grief. soon she
heard steps approaching. aud an arm was
twined tcnderly abou, her waist, and =
warm hand Was laid earre-ingly on her
drooped head.
30. Kate. Kate" she criel. in the agony
Of her repentance, " an per- - wretch
ed You don't know why, though you
have come very near guessing two or three
times. Harry and -
Here convulsive sob interrupted her,
and the hand up,n her head passed over her
disordercd curl. with gcntlc, soothing
motion.
:" Harry and I''-another sob" quar-
relied two or three weeks ago. lwas willul
and rude, ju-t rs /, was natural ior NE TO
be, and he got angry. don't think hs
is going 10 forgive, for he hasn't been hero
since"
Sophie fcl, herself drawn in closer em-
brace, and was surO Kate pitiel her.
IL would not have owned il u anybody,
ii It had not been just US it H., she e)n,in.
uel. rubbipg her l,tiIo white hand, into her
eyes. +" bat shink ! love him almost a, |
DO you and father and mother"
Akis. dropped on SOpbie's glossy head
and tighter Vas she held. She wondered
that Kate wa. ~ silent, but still kept her
faso hidden IN the vines.
Z" lie asked ne to be hI. wife," she con-
tinued, " asked me as nobody else ever did
in such u manly way. that be made mo
feel a. though Ough, 10 have been the ons
to plead instead vi him. could not boar
that, and | answered him as should not.
lIo thought it was because be was poor and
was rich aud AL tho time | was thinking
would rather live in a cottage with him
than in the gnndest palace in the world
with any other man, onIy was too proud
to tell him 50 to his face. What can do'
Tell me, Kate; you are much better than
am. aud you never get into trouble. am
sure shall die II you don't" Aud poor
Sophie wept anew.
look up, dear, and III! tell you"
Sophie did look up, with a start, and the
next moment, with a little scrcam lsapcI
into tho arms-no, Of sister Kate, but Harry
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