Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1860-07-18


her, Mr.. Ainslee. The difference in our
doweries would no doubt be quite on IN
ducement, and possibly she might consid-
er your case lore seriously than / have
DONE"
Like an insulted prince, Harry Ainslee
stood up before her--the hot, fiery, in g,
dignant blood dashed in fierce current
over his face-his arms crossed tightly up
on his breast as if to keep his heart from
bursting with uprising Indignation, his
lips compressed, and his dark ayes fash
ing. Sophie, cruel Sophie! You tres.
passed upon his torbearance one little step
further than you would have dared, had
{ you known his proud and sensitive ma
ture.
| Not till he had gone--gone without a
single word Of expostulation, leaving only
a grave goodbye" and the memory of
his pale lace to plead for him-did the
thoughtless girl wake to realization of
what she had done. Then a quick, terri
BILE fear shot through her heart, and she
would have given every curl on her brow n
head TO have had him beside her one
short moment longer.
"Pshaw! what am | afraid of? He will
be back again in twenty four hours, and
rs importunate as ever" she puttered to
herself, as the street door closed after
him; yet a sigh that was half sob, fol-.
lowed the words. and could Harvey have
seen the beautiful pair of eyes that watch
ed him so eagerly as he went down the
long street, or the bright face that lear ed
away out through the parted blinds with
such a wistful look as he disappeared, it
might have been his turn to triumph.
In spite of SophieS 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 see
:. him. And now she began to think her.
self martyr, and acted accordingly. In
fact, she did as almost any heroine would
have done under the circumstances
grew pale and interesting. Mariana be-
gan to suggest delicacies to tempt Sophie's
palate. THE poor dear child was getting
50 thin" In vain Sophie protested that
she had no appetite.
In vain papa bought dainty gifts and
piled up costly dresses before his pet. A
faint smile or distracted 'thank YOU"
was his only recompense. If sister Kate
suggested that IIarry's absence was iii
any way connected with her altered de-
meanor, Sophie would toss her ringleted
head with an air OF supreme indifferer ce,
and 90 away and cry over it, hours at a
time. Everybody thought something was
thu matter with Sophie. Sophie among
the rest ....7..
Her suspense and penitence became in
supportable at last. Sister Kate, who had
come so near .he solution of the myst cry,
should know all-so said Sophie. Per-
haps she could advise her what to do, for
to give Harry up forever seemed every
day more and more of an impossiolity.
"Will you come into the garden with
me, KateW she asked, in a tremblin Q
voice, ofher sister one day, about month
after her trouble with Harry: 81 have
something of Importance to tell YOU"
$50 away darling, and will be with
you in few moments" replied Kate,
casting searching glance at Sophie's
flushed cheek and swollen eyes.
f Running swiftly along the garden paths,
as if from fear Of pursuit. Sophie turned
aside into her favorite arbor, and, hinging
. herself down on a low seat, buried hel
, head among the cool vines, and gave her.
, self up TO paroxysm of passionate grief
Soon she heard one approaching, and an
, arm was swined tenderly about her waist
and warm hand vas laid caressingly on
her dropped head.
80, Kate, Katep she cried in the ag.
, ony of her repentance, 81 am perfectly
; wretched-you don't know why, though
you have come very near guessing two OF
three times. marry and p
Here convulsive sob interrupted her.
and the hand upon her head passed over
her disordered curls with gentle sooth-
ing motion.
Harry and P'--another sob--quarreled
two or three weeks ago. | was williul
and rude, just as it was natural for me 10
be, and he got angry. don't think he
is going to forgive, for he hasn't been here
since"
Sophie felt herself drawn in closer
embrace, and was sure Kate pitied her.
81 would not have owned il to anybody
lift had not been just as it is" she con-
tinued, rubbing her little white hands in.
to her eyes; "but think love him al~
most as / do you and father and moth
er." ." ''.
A kiss dropped on Sophie's glossy head,
and tighter was she held She wonder
cd that Kate was so silent, but still kept
her face hidden in the vines.
Gle asked me to be his wife," she con-
tinued, "asked me as nobody else ever
did in such manly way that he made
me feel as though | ought to have been
the one to plead instead of him. could
not bear that, and answered him as |
should not He thought it was because
he was poor and l was rich; and all the
time vas thinking would rather live
in cottage with him than in tie grand
est in the world with any other man, only
was too proud to tell him so to his face.
I What car do? Tell me, Kate, you are
much better than am, and you never
get into trouble. i am sure shall die if
you don't" And poor Sophie wept
anew.
Look up dear, and III tell YOU"
Sophie did look up with start, and
the next moment, with little scream,
leaped into the arms-not of sister Kate,
but of Harry Ainslee.
Sophie declares to this day that she hRs
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