Brookville American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1858-1861, 1858-08-06
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bright face ehat leaned away 81
} through the parted blinds, with such
! wistful look, after he had disappeared.
might have been bis turn TO triumph.
In spite Of Sophio's prophecy, twonty
four hours did not bring Harry back
Days matured into weeks, aud still h
did not como, nor in all that time di,
she SEQ hih. And now sho began 4
think herself quite martyr, and acte'
accordingly, In fact, she did as almos
any heroine would have dono under th
circumstances pale and interest
ing. Mamma began 10 suggckt delica
cies TO tempt Sophie's palate 1.-THE poor
dear child was getting NO thinl' II
vain. Sophie protested that she had M
appetite.
In vain papa brought dainty glits
and pllod up costly drcsscs before hi
pot. A faint smile, or nm abstractec
"thank you" was his only rccomponsc
II sister Kate suggested that Harry
abse1ee was In any way eonnseiai
= 4ersa demcal
air of supreme indryfcftc, and %
away and cry over 10, hours at n time
Every body thought something was the
matter with Sophio--Sophic among the
rest.
Her suspense and pcnitenco became
insupportabo ut last. Sister Kate, who
had come 80 near the solution Of the
mystery, should know also said
Sophie. Perhaps she could advise her
what to do, for 10 give Harry up forev-
er seemed every day more OF an impos-
sibili'y.
"WiIl you come into the garden with
me, Kate?' she asked, in trembling
voice, of her sister one day, about n
month after her trouble with Harry.
II have something important to toll
you"
"Go away, darling, and | will be with
you in few moments, replied Kate,
casting searching glance at Sophies
flushed checks and swollen eyes.
Running swiftly. along tho garden
paths, as II from tear of Pursuit, Sophie
turned aside in her iavoritc arbor, and
fingng herself down on low seat,
buried her head au ong the cool, green
vines, and gave hersellup to paroxysm
of passionate grief. Soon she heard
steps approaching, and m arm was
twincd tenderly about her waist, and
u warm hand laid carelcssly on her
dropped head
80, Kate, Katc!' shc cried in tho
agony of her r, p ntance, IL am perfect
" wrotched. You don't know why,
though you have come very near guess. /.
ing two or three times. Harry and
-"
Here convulsivc sob interrupted her,
aud the hand upon her head passed
over her disorderod curls witha gentle,
soothing motion.
Harry aud I"--anothor sob--"quar.
rcled two or three wee,<s no. 4 wls
wilful and rude, just rs IL was natural
or me 10 be, aud he got angry. | don't
hink he is going to forgive me, for he
hasn't been here since.
Sophie felt herself drawe in q closer
and was sure Knte pitied her.
IL wouldn't have owned il to any.
jody II IL hadn't boon Just ia il Is, she
continued, rubbing her little white hand
nto her eyes; "but ! think love him
'Imost us | do you aud father aud
nothor."
A kiss dropped on Sophie's glossy
read, and tighter was she held. She
that Kate was so silent,
'ut still kept her face hidden In the
Inca.
"IIo asked me TO be his wife, she
asked mo as nobody else
'yer did--in such u manly way, that
10 made me feel as though ought 10
,aye been the ons to flcnd n'stcad OF
lin. could not boar that, ali 80
him Just "a should not. lie
hought IL was because ho was poor,
md | was rich, anl all the time ! was
linking would rather live in q cot
ago with hlm, than IN the gTlndesl
,alacc in the world with any other
nan, only was too proud TO tell him
10 to his face. What can ] do? Tell
ne, Kate, you are much better than !
IN, and never got into trouble. ! am
uro | shall die ifyou don't. Andpoor
sophie wept anew.
Sophie did look up, with start, and
hc acxt momont with little sercam,
eapod from the arms of not sister
Kate, but Harry AinsIcel
Sophie declares to this day, that she
'as never forgiven either Of them,
hough sho has been Mrs. Hurry Ainslec
lcarly two years.