The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1862-06-06

watching her. She wore neat morning
wrapper of dark merino, lined with blue
silk. A snowy rualc ran round the throat.
Her hair was put back smoothly from her
forehead. and coilcd at the back Of her head.
She looked the sweet, home woman, then.
We read the sweet love-talc of Elaine. =
W hen we had done, she leaned back with a
deep sigh.
That was very true love, Josie. l said.
1T is q pity Sir Launcclot was not worthy
Of it, she replied.
Can any man be truly worthy Of such q
devo.ion?'
yes, But there are many Elaine's in the
world-many Sir Luncslot's.'
You think women are apt to love mot
wisely, but too well p said quietly, but my
heart was rising as looked at her.
YES. tits a pity women must needs love
at all. They never got full return
'Never?'
Seldom
And what Is the effect of this one-sided
arrangcment?' p - '' .1 = -. = =
.Oh! the woman must have her hero, and
she idealizcs common man, and devotes her
self to the worship;
Now 1t il. my glory 70 have loved
One peerless-without stain.'
Or else che thinks her instinct to love folly,
which she must overcome, and marrics with
out any
'Humph"
She played with the tasseled cords Of her
dresing.gown for moment then rose, and
said she must dress for dinner. There was
company expected for dine.
JOSIE
| .Well?'
what are you going to doT
She turned and faced me with sudden
spirit.
.wait for true hero,' she replied clearly,
and left the room.
.Ahar I said to myself.
had intended to leave town on tho fol-.
lowing day, but changed my mind. had
work to do where was.
A few weeks later, entered the library
and found Josie alone there. She was sitting
ON on ottoman with her head on the cush-
ioncd seat Of an armchair. When she saw
me, she lifted her face and pushed away the
chair. wheeled it toward her again, and
sat down.
Are you sick, Josie'
NO: blue = sho said, smiling pensively.
Hooked at her inquirinsly.
You will laugh, she continued, but am
terribly tired Of life.'
did not laugh.
1T /, 50 wearisome-living day after day
in the same round !-rising, dressing, eating,
visiting, dancing. I believe am getting
misanthropical, for am tired Of people-mcn
IN particular.
'Ahem =
She laughed.
Il didn't think but it's true, just the
same. Only you are not like other men,
Mr.. Clyde. You don't dance and Airt. !
wish they were oil like you
She was in the mood to say just what she
thought, regardless of consequences.
.And If they pere all like me, Josic?'
Why'd marry one Of them, | suppose.
well, you could not marry bat one il they
were all like myself; 50, why not marry
me?'
A dash of red came into her face-the
face that her ieverish, untrue life was max.
ing pale and thin.
MIR. Clyde" she exclaimed.
81 am in earnest, Josie. cannot tell you
in few word, how much in earnest,-but
listen to me. Do you remember when Ileft
YOU 6ut-a child ofiourtcen ycars-ltold you
| / should wait for you3 meant il. l have
waited. I have been disappointed in you
since my return, for feared you were grow
ing heartless. Not until our conversation q
week ago did grow hopeful Of you. Josie,
| I know you better than you know yourself.
You have developed into . true-hearted'
loveable woman but you are in the wrong
path, and all the influences Of fyour life pres
you onward in IL. You arc waiting foryour