Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-11-18
only an Episode.

eeHie W tue Saney Home, noticed that
gradual change came over me. | grew
more thoughtful. My life seemed 70 be
opening to more earnest beauty. There
was regretfulness for that which was
past, restlessness in the present, and
longing for sweetsr fulflment Of the flu
ture.
Why this was so, could not tell. Mr..
4 Emerson was nothing 70 me. did not
mired him. There was little affinity be-
tween us. He was calm, stern, reserved.
and at times, when he provoked me by his
words or actions, proud, arrogant, and
presumptige.
He was too deep for me too deep in
learing, and too deep in observation. In
contrast with myself these traits and quail.
ities were especially prominent. was
wild ,giddy .thoughtless coupled with these
i Incidence. and dislike to study, and the
i every day actnalities oflifs. and car make
1 Jar estimate ofsmy character.
knew thatI was beautiful; but am
happy to say that. with this consciousness
there was no vanity. NY beauty was of a
peculiar style; fresh, piquant, consisting
OF combination, or at least beauty not to
be subjected to individualism.
Mr.. Emerson on the contrary, war not
handsome. True, he was we'll formed, and
graceful in his movements, but his face
had nothing attractive about it. His lips
bespoke too much determination for me,
and there seemed to be something so pat
ronizing about his smile, that | liked him
less when he smiled. His nose was large,
yet corresponding with an iron mouth like
bis will, while his eyes were cold and stern,
rarely softening. They would look into
your face as though it were page Of some
acquainted volume, only deepning in their
color when true or beautiful sentiment
was expressed.
/ often thought that hated Emerson
lie was sort of shadow resting on my
buoyancy. The cold, positive mesmerism
of his character vas driving me to the wall
1t repelled, and it attracted me by turns,
and at last last | could not tell whether /
loved or hated him very much. He made
no advances of love toward me he did not
even seem to wish to strengthen our friend.
ship. There was nothing about me for him
to love, except my beauty. And what was
beauty to John Emerson? A wreathe of
smoke, mist of vapor he recognized no
beauty beyond the beauty Of the soul.
was sitting listlessly on the veraudah
Gne evening. | had never felt so dissatis.
hOu WIN VI soi III NY lie, Us L ul1 Just
then and, as a consequences, l was dissat-
isfed with everything around me. | fel,
peevish and frettul-in a mood to quarrel
with any one, but especially with Elmer
son.
He was sitting a short distance from
me, with his chair leaning back against
the railing. With him this was favorite
way ofsitting He had been reading, but
as the twilight deepened, be closed the
book, end looked over to where l sat. A
minute afterward, he drew his chair near
to me. and said in his quiet way:
Whats the matter Kate? You seem
sad nay, what is worse, discontinued! You
are IN no mood to appreciate yOnder beau
tiful sunset. Look Let some of its gorge
business drop into your love and"
l would prefer, sir, to have you drop
the conversation" interrupted crusil
ly.
Emerson smiled one Of those abominable
patronizing smiles.
81 do not choose to drop it, ma belle"
be said quietly.
Thank Heaven. l have an alternative
then. Good evening, SIR"
arose, and gathered up my dress to de-
part.
You are not going, Kate, Don't spoil
your pretty face with that look of scorn.-
You must sit down and hear me out"
Must! Did hear light?
Yes. must. l said it very plainly"
/ gazed at him with passion and vet
his calm, brown eyes seemed to draw the
fire out of my own. Before was aware
of 1t. was sitting down again. could
hardly account for the fact, and so bit my
lip in vexation.
That's right, Kate. knew you would
not go. You anticipated lecture, eh?"
81 did not recognize your right to lee
ture me. You are nothing to me. / am
getting to hate you more and more every
day"
''Oh, no you don't hate me one bit,
Kate. Besides. wouldr't care if you did
The presumptive fellowll Your love or
your hatred is nothing to me. Worse
still AS you anticipated lecture, you
shall not be disappointed. / have some
unpleasant truths to tell you"
Unpleasant to you, or to me 2"
Unpleasant to both of us Kate. Do you
know that you are not living up to the
grandeur Of your estate; to the fulfllment
of your destiDy2 Some of your most glori.
Gus powers are rusting, absolutely rusting
for want of exercise. This inactivity is
warping your soul. You are growing dis
satisfied with your own Incidence. Why
don't you shake this of? Why don't you
try to be somebody to benefit yourself and
} the world around you? Positively, such q
} drone as you are should blush from
shame"
"You, in turn. Mr.. Emerson, should
blush for your impudence. Your conduc,
is outrageous"
81 am not done yet, Kate. Your indo-
lence has become the subject of remark g.
You lOll around. employing neither your
head or your hands. You do not even
seem to be capable any noble emotions
and above all, you are extremely selfish
Why, compared with the plow.boy now
coming whistling down the lane, you sink
into the most abject picture of imbecIlity."
l spraug to my feet. 1 was very ang-
ry.
D "Mr. Emerson" said, "you can lay nc
claim to the title of gentleman. To such
insults will not submit. / shall never
allow repetition of them aud wish you
hereafter. to address no remarks to me
: whatever. hate you"
/ swept past him-dowD the steps and on
; to the vsrandah. CHANGING furtively back
: / saw that he was leaning against one
I of the pillars, shading his face with hi.
! hands.
!, At the garden gate mot little boy
He was the only child oe widow lady who
l lived a short distance up the road.
D Miss Crawford" said he, "can have
r some flowers for ma 2"
Certainly, child. will help you Il
gather them. Is your mother sick ?"
q Eyes, ma'sm she is very lonesome.
, Won't you come up and see her :"
r 'Yes. will Eddy. sball 90 with yol
right away"
The little child caught my hand, and I
j joyous light shore 10 his eyes.
8 For two hours sat by the bedside o
Mrs. Ormes. The bitterness had all gon,