The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-04-09
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I hone you find your novel interest
ing. for YOU have not turned the psge 4
fer the last half hour, and Nina the I
same. while HORACE sits there, smoke,
smoko. and dreaming of far Nellie
Lee. Are you not ashamed OF your
self Horace Clinton, to let ne 81
here annoticed and uncared Tor! 1
dselare. T will not stand it. And tic /
snsaker. bright. beautiful Kathie /
hielYose. seated herself at the piano, |
and dashed of lively waltz. ending /
with \ grand crash that eftectuaily I
started the other occupants OF the |
room from their reveries.
Mercy. Kathie. spare US, / pray, |
and I am at your disposal, laughed
Horace, tossing his cigar away, l
thought you we're busy counting up
your last nights conquests, so-needed |
not my poor company - q b, Hunt /
ipetan. delighted5t see you turn
Ing to welcome a gentlemen whom
a servant was Just usheTiug in--these
ladies' we're wishing for some one to
relieve the monotoBy Of the hours,
ana I need your assistance to arouse
them. Indeed the ladies seem
bright as. usual. L fear you are Sian
deripe them. Helen Lyman had
hastily thrown aside her book, and
advanced, with a smiling face, to vel
come Russell Huntington. while
Kathie. With a slight blush, gravely
bowed for she remembered the low
good night he gave her the last eve
ming. and the tender glance OF the.
dark eyes that had looked down
on her while her hand lay for an IN
stantin his and her heart beat faster at
the thought; but Helen had taken
possession Of him now, and detained
him By her side until others coming
in obliged them to joinin general con
veFsatioH. kathIe. nervous and ex
cited, during the evening stepped cut
on the balcony for an instant. when
her hand was drawn through an arm,
and Russell Huntington said: Tn.
kathie, am L never to see You aloueT
| can wait no longer; you kR0U- love
you. my darling; do you, can you love
me23 The little hand trembled on
his arm, and, looking In her eyes, he
read his answer, and pressed q kiss on
the lips appraised to his. My ddrtJRg,
my queen, let me hear you say L lore
you Russell, and will be your wife.
Blushing deeply in the friendly
shadow of the evening, Kathle lad
her hand in his and whispered the
words so sweet to him, Here are
the deseTters, and Helen appeared
in the window followed by others
I'VE are admiring the stars, Bliss
Helen" cooliy responded Mr.. Hunt
lngtOn. and we found them beaUtl-
full | assure you. "Kathie regained
her eompOsure, but not before she
felt q ring slipped oa her finger
Helen claimed Mr Huntington the
rest Of the evening, leaving Kathle to
the rest OF her admirers, yet we fear
neither were much interested in their
companions. Who shall tell OF the
bright dreams that were Kathie 5 that
night2 1t does not concern US, so
while she is happy with
cloves young dream
we will say few words about our
friends.
Katbie Melrose was the eldest
child of wealthy parents, petted and
admired from childhood. Her father
died when she was about ten years Of
age, leaving her mother weak,
cliugiDg woman, and a young brother
and sister. Two years before the
commencement Of my story Mrs.
Eelrose yielded 10 Kgthie's earnest
wish, seconded by an old friend,
Mrs. Clinton to let her accompany
Mr.. Ciinton's family to Europe, where
Nina Clinton and Kathie were placed
at school In Paris; and now, at seven
teen, we find her from school, hand
some and winning, attracting numer-
Gus admirers In their gay Partisan
life, but, as we have seen, the favored
one was Russell Huntingdon, tai
ented American lawyer, several years
her senior. Helen Lyman was the
ward of Mr.. Clinton, proud and cold,
disliking Kathie, yet c0ncealing it
under the mask Of hypocrltlcal love
one OF those persons who resemble
q serpent, charming you when In their
presence almost IN spite OF yourself,
yet striking deep In some unguarded
hour. Kathie, all love and truth
herself, never dreamed OF -IIelen's
true character. and still less that she
had won the prize for which Helen
had been striving; for, with all her
cold exterior, she loved Russell Hunt
ington madly and wildly, and she was
not one to sec her prize quietly gained
By another and do nothing to prevent.
Ii Kathie could only have followed
Helen to her room the next morn
ing, when, In answer to Horace's
banteriBg questions, she had confess
ed her ENGAGEMENT and received the
congratulations Of all the family,
Helen, offering hers with the rest.
Then leaving the breakfast-room, she
entered her own, and, locking the
door, the storm burst, and ia her fury
she was almost u maniac. Curse
herr she muttered between her
cienched teeth. Would she rival
me IN everything? Child as she is,
all love her better than me. But do
not think. kathie Melrose, that the
prize is yours; for | swear it shall
never be, if [ have the power to pre-
vent IL. Euioy it while you may, for
the time will come when your agony
will be great as mine And the ex-
cited girl walked up and down the
room, then threw herself on the bed,
pleading a headache until evening,
when she descended to the drawing
room.
Faulty. faultess, Jelly, regular, splen-
didtiy, null.
For the first time Kathie felt a
shrinking from her. a dread before
unknown, as she, watching her talk
ing to Russell, and marked the cold
glitter of her eyes and determined
expression of her mouth. A few
bright days remained 10 our lovers,
when Russell received letters call
ing him away. Kathie clung
to him, declaring their happiness
was, ended-that he would never come
back to her. Gliding her for her
foolishness, and with many protesta-
tons Of love, they parted to meet
soon, he said, but grim Fate sat rnth-
lessly weaving the thread of their life
without PpparCiDy IN Orto1 - M