Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1858-08-06
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THE END OF A wOMAN's CAPRICEs
IoyE STORY


"Mon are never 80 awkward. never 80
uusraceiul, never 80 di.aEre-able, as when
they are making love. \ friend isa luxury,
a husband ditto, suppose, bat that inter
mittent class Of human beings dsnominated
= lovers are terrible borcs. IL does very
we'll for women 10 blush and look Gustered
now and then. when occasion makes II de-
.irable but 10 see man with his face as
rcd A. q ripe cherry, and real parcel Of
strong.mindedness selfrslianes, aud nascu-
line dignity, done up IN broadeloth aud
stArchcd linen, quaking from tho toe OF hn
boot to the top Of his shirt collar, his mouth
awry, and hi, tongue twisted into eOnyul'
,ions, in the vain attempt TO say something
-wcei--O gracious !"
so said saucy Sophie Lynn aloud to her.
sclf, as she sat swinging backwards aud for.
wards before tho window. aali buried in
the cushion. Of luIuriant arm chair, and
playing with delicate ivory fan which lay
upon her lap.
Z" 1. also seems 80 strange, not 10 say
tiresome." she continued, with running
musical laugh, " after one has waltled and
sung. quoted poetry, and talked nonsense,
with anybody, till Que is puzzled to know
which Of the two is most heartless, ones sell
Or one. companion, to hear him come down
plump on the subec, Of matrimony, as
though ,hA, was the legitimate result OF
every such iu'ipid aequaintanee! For my
part. | never had lover there Sophia aat-
tered her fan aud looked pleased, for she
had more than onc) that | was not sick oil
after he proposed. There was Capt. Morris
thought him the hand'omest man in the
whole circle OF my acquaintance, until he
went on his knees 10 me. and swore he
should die IL didn', take pity ON him,
Somehow. he always looked fright to mc
afterwards. Then there was Dr. Wilkins
he was really agreeable, and people SAID
very learned. was delighted with him for
a time but bo spoiled 1t all with tina, offer
Of his-what lons.windOd adjcctivc. and
how the poor fellow blushcd, pulled. and
Jorspired lie called me an adorable erea'
ture,' and biecOughed in the middle o'
adorable. Horrors! have hated him
ever since. Then there was a.
Here Sophie started. She heard the
door.bell ring. With a nervous spring she
stood before her mirror. smoothing down
her brown hair with tas,c truly comieal'
-, woa't do to seem interested. " she
said. as she took finishing survey OF her
person in the glass, and shook cut, with her
plump. jowclled fingers, tho folds OF her
airy muslin dress.
The momen, afterwards, when servant
entered to announce Mr.. Harry Ainslee. she
wa. back to her old seat by tho window,
rocking and playing with her fan. appa'
ren,ly as unconcerned and listless as though
that namo bad not sent quicker thrill 70
ner heart. or tho betrayins crimson oil over
her pretty face. "Tell him will bc down
presently" she said.
The girl diappeard, and Sophie flung open
the window, that tho cool fresh air might
fan away the extra rOsiness from her CON-
plO1ion. Then she went again to the mir
Tor, and, after composing her bright, eager
happy face into an expression Of occurrences
descended into the par.or. smile broke
over her features. and she reached out both
hands to the guest; bu, as II suddenly re-
collecting herself, she drew shem back
again. and, with formal bow OF recogn''
ton, she passed him. and seated herself In
a further corner OF the room.
I, was very evident that something was
wrong with Sophie that she had made up
her mind either not to be pleased, or not to
please. Could 1t be that she had ioreseon
what was coming' That prssentirneut oil