The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-11-18
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The ruby shine of = .well-flled crate
diffused an atmosphers OF summer heat
and softness through Mrs. Nair's snug
sitting-roon, where ~ glad little canary
warbled In the sunshine over q stand Of
flowers, in the middle Of which rose
up large Easter lily, with blossom
like scroll Of white velvet, and gold
en- torch burning within. While on
the center table = crystal globe Of ferns
waxed softly, sourenir of summer
woods coaxed to grow in defiance ofthe
record of the out-of.doors thermometer;
and Mrs. Stephen Nair herself, a plump
dimpled young matron, something after
the 'dumpling', order Of wonanhood,
completed the picturo OF home c"'sAfort
very prettily, rs she sat embroidering
pair Of slippers, in blue cashmere
wrapper, aud the tiniest Of coeffures Of
blue ribbon and face bouiionnce. Mrs.
Nalr liked to wear caps-probably be-
cause her brown hair was SO bright and
thick, and because there wasn't the
least necessity in life for it. II she had
been forty five, and bald on the top Of
her head, doubtless she would have
gone by the "rule Of contraries," and
left off caps. Women are women, and
you cannot always account for their ca
prices. = ID " NJ a. IL r. T.,
Sybil Rexley sat opposite, a tall lovely
girl, not unlike the stately Easter lily in
her style, with lustrous golden hair and
snow-pure complexion, whose blonde
beauty was well revealed by her Grim
sbn walking dress; and as she sat there
she wns unconsciousIy busying herself
by tying and untyins her pocket hand
kerchef in q series Of Gordian knots,
while the tears slowly welled from her
blue eyes hanging like pearls an instant
on their long lashes, and then splashing
down upon the satin trimming of her
sleeves. Poor Sybil! she was past car
ing whether the costly material would
spot or not. 81 .".~','"s @''''''
"Oh, Clara" she said, piteously, II
and SO very very unhappy! for you
know I never shall really love any one
but Harley Winter, as woman ought
to love man whom she calls hus-
band" ,A.- .s-. '..,.
II am sure" said Mrs. Nair, little
shortly, "the question is plain enough.
If you feel towards Harley Winter as
you say yon do, it would be downright
treachery to throw him over in favor Of
this other man. l don't know how you
can hesitate between the two for an in
stant-but you never had a mind of
your own, poor little Sybil"
CLARA, do you think am doing very
wrong" ?" faltered the fair, tall blonde.
s'Syb BILL" said Mrs. Nair. dropping her
slipper, with the rosebud half worked,
"you never would he such an unmiti-
gated goose as to marry Mr.. Bunker if
you don't love him !"
Pretty Sybil flushed, and then grew
pale. -, ..a....
"Clarn, I'm not as firm as you, and
papa and mama are SO determined about
it; they like Mr.. Bunker, and"
"Then let them marry him!" inter-
rrpted Mrs! Nair. ''Mr. Bunker in
Ndeed! A fat spectacled old tortoise
old enough to be your father. I've no
patience with YOU" ~
CLARA"
"Well, I haven't. A woman ought to
have will and energy enough Of her
own to resist forty old wooers, with for
ty pots of money to back them What
if Winter is poor? Isn't he OH fair
way to BE- rich one Of these days? What
was uerodotus Bunker, I'd like to
know, but two penny store keeper,
when he was Of Harley Winters age
I don't care If he is my husbands cous-
in-he'. pompous old donkey, for all
that; aud if you do marry FIN, Sybil.
why you will deserve to be unhappy
that's all I've got to say"
Clara Nair spoke with emphasis. She
| was too differently constituted
to comprehend the shrinking weak.
ness Of her sisters nature. As well
might the straight young poplar un.
derstand the clinging fragility Of the
| ivy vinc.r r& ..s g.
h. "But, Clara, they have promised"
"They have! How could you let them
Sybil?"
i"I-I could not help it, Clara. And
SO next April
OOH. Sybil! Sybi!' said Clara, d
spairinsly. And poor Harley Winter
Nhe noblest fellow that ever drew tn,
breath Of life -
Sybil began to cry, piteously and pas
sionately. ..
CLARA you are too bad. AS If 1 wer'
not miserable enough already, you, to.
todd me with reproaches." -..
"Sybil, you yourself confess that you
do not love this man."
"Mr. Bunker?',E VIZ 4 r1s-s<
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