The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1861-08-15
PAUL SaORGAN's CaIOECE.
BY LOUISE CHANDLER MORGAN.

Marian Arms and Jeanette Randall sat
in their room looking out over the misty,
turbulent sea--looking out and thinking of
Paul Morgan. The seaside cottage where
they were staying was full and they were
obliged to room together. Indeed, they had
chosen this at first, for they had been friends
six weeks before. They called themselves
So now; hut they felt spirit like Gains in
their hearts MS they looked at each other
with stcalthy eyes. In fact, they hated
each othcr-as girls even very good girls,
not unfrcqucntly do when both love the
same man, God help us How little it
means when We say we are friends! How
weak we arCl
Which did Paul Morgan lover Both
were pretty, at times really handsome.
Both had fair hair and blue eyes, peach
blossom checks and lips meant for kisses;
hut there was plenty of points of difference.
Marian was year older, and taller. Her
eyes were deeper, hcr lips smiled more
rarely. JCauuCUc was merry aS summer
bird, 1t had always been summer with her
life
What had Paul Morgan done to make
them both love! Nothing, consciouslyj for,
to tell all the truth, neither OF them, fair
and sweet as they were. had ever Quickcncd
pulse of his heart. He was selfish, like
the rest, and he had his own plans to serve
| There were more than these two girls at
! Sachcm's Head Agatha Churchill was
! there also. 1t was no mystery to man
why all the men admired Agatha, naughty
| and indifferent to them as she was. The
women all wondered at it, for she was not
at all pretty. What was better, though, she
was wonderfully beautiful ut times, She
! l Ia 4 l,.,1, nab
as her heavy hair. You should have seen
her when some moment of intense excite
mcnt dilatcd the pupils of those eyes till
they looked intensely black, and the slow
color came up into her checks and glowcd
there steadily. All lesser lights ralcd be-
| fore her then. But the next morning you
saw her differently. Stylish lool,ing-hcr
tall slender figure could not fail Of that
but still and quiet her eyes light gray, her
checks cuorlcss, her manner so very tram
quill. She had no intimate friend. She was
there with her mother, whom she pcttcd
aud cared for tendcrly, but in whom she
| did not conGdc, Had she any secrets to
tell? Nobody knew, but Paul meant to find
out
Marian Arms and Jcannctto Randall cacl
thought, by turns, that Morgan iancicd her
self then feared lest his love was given tt
another; but neither of them dreaded Miss
Churchill, In truth he was never very at
tcntvc to her. 1t was not his mode of war
fare He bestowed most Of his gallantric'
on the two fair blondes. He rode will
Marian to-day; he sailed with Jeanette to
morrow, He walked with one in the morn
ing; he sang and danced with the other ii
the evening. And 50 they sat, this twilight
in their own room, hating each other--al
most hating themselves,
Are YOU going down tonight
1t was Jeanette who spoke. 1t was
always more difficult for her to keep silence
than for Marian. Besides, she had never
looked deeply enough into her own heart tc
realize how she was growing to feel towarc
her friend, Marian had, She answered
carelcssly--
4 suppose So
There will be dancing Jeanette Wen
on. Let us dress. Something dark vii
suit this misty night
And our style of beauty sncCrcd Marian
OF course | had not forgotten that
always confess to my share of vanity
She laughed, and went on dressing, Wher
she had finished she looked her handsomcst
Her dress was black silk, and she had pinl
roses on her bosom.
Marian wore white. 1t did not suit tho
night very well; but she was caprcous, and
it pleased her fancy.
Paul Morgan met them with good dca
of impressmcnt when they came into the
hall. lie claimed Marian for the first waltz
and Jeanette for the second and each be-
licvcd, for the enchanting moments she was
dancing with him, that she only held his
heart.
When the two walt2cs were finished he
walked along to Agatha, She stood by the
table, turning over some stcrcoscopic views
with u dreamy air. She looked like a char
acter out of an Oriental romance. She wore
dress of some soft material plated in thu
richest and brightest of cOOrs. sort o
turban of shining silvcry gauZe was twist
cd about her head. Golden serponts, Will
cleaning scales and little emerald eyes
woro upon her arms. Not another of the
twenty women in tho room could have worr
her costume but she was royal in it. II
was one of her hours of beauty and power
A keen delight l,indled Morgan's glance as
he looked at her. She raised her head
presently, and their eyes met.
you do not waltz, Miss Churchlll?
NO
yet should have thought you would be
fond Of it. You delight so in all kinds o
rapid mQtian-the madder the better.
should nave Sdlu WallLlNS was Hltlo lol
you. How singular that you do not like it!
i did not say that. do like it. ltis my
passion but | cannot waltz with every
one
With a very dear friend you wOuld?'
Yes
a brother, for instance, or the man you
meant to marry"
Yes
Agatha, win you waltz with me?'
He bent his eyes full upon her, searching
ly, expectantly Then an expression of ten
der pleading grew into them. 1t was the
same to him as if he had asked her to mar
ry him. She returned his look but she
thought he was flirting, as he had with 9th
ers--that he strove TO take an ungenerouf
advantage Of her. She did not blush ol
trcmblo.
'Will you waltz with mo?' he asked again
NO.
He bowed, and went quietly away from
her. No one saw any change in either hii
manner or hers They were gay as usual.
In fact, Miss Churchill was gayer Hal
the men in the room were gathered arounc
her. Morgan was with Jenneatte Randall
for while, and then he went out to wall
on the piazza with Marian Arms Agath;
could see the white dress swinging agains
the windows as they passed back and forth