Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-09-21
CURED OF JEALOUSY.

''Yefv weil, ojust exactis as you please,
Mr. Wi'mc,; only remember that if you do,
ypu may e4rd our engagement cancelled. :"
Ii,rle Violet LindSey's blue eyes were
boxing 'musingly indignant at the tall,
brnDze laced fellow that stood looking so
tormertiugiy at her.
fou think m not in earnest maybe
I'm; Il prove to you the truth of my words !
tell you again, Gus Wilmot, m not going
TO he boxed AT and criticized by that haugh-
= lady tIienl of yours any longer. If you
delight in bringing US continually in contact
To show off my countryfed airs, as she calls
thsm, against her city graccs, why, just take
hack your engagement ring, and put it on
her finger. dare say she'd like it well
enough" and Violet's cheek. so smooth
anu round, grew roster than Gus Wilmot
had ever seen them, and something very
liAc an angry tear-drOp trembled on one of
the long, curling, golden lashes
Little girl, you are ever getting jealous,
you my idol paragon OF perfection. Here,
jus let me kiss that suspicious looking tear
away"
lie caught her in his arms, out she jerk
Cd herself away.
Iou needn't baby me up, Mr. Wilmot
/ AMI not child to be eoaxed into good hu-
NOR
Size was frowning very prettily, her lover
thought.
so you've confessed you rc out of sorts,
CT. Violet, pet?'
Yes | al. And it is all because you are
reTer satisfied to take me anywhere without
that detesta5le Miss Armour | wish her
bTazen black eyes were in Halifax
And there was quiver in her voice and
Gus saw her lip tremble
Darling. let Us drop this silly alterca-
ton, and talk nationally over the matter.
Ihls Miss Armour has IN some inexplicabe
manner excited your jealousy. Violet, my
ltts betrothed bride, why is this ?"
You p rsist in wondering why [ am
jealous, and We; wher do you see me that
her name Is not on your lips? When do
pass your mothers house that do not see
her perched up at the parlor window, and
staring at me whea she observes me? Then
after she recognizes me, to have her bow so
s'l!Iy you think her neck was a whale
bone; and then, worse than all, when is
there concert or picnic, party or a ride
that You Dc not take her? tell you it is
shame. She, with her elegant dresses and
lace sLavls. and | with my miserable organ
de. Gus Wilmot, you are real meanl'
Almost painting for breath, the angry lit
lie lady tossed her head a. she completed
her long TRADE.
Her lover had never smiled while she
spoke, and now his face was grave and
stern.
lolet, my child you know we'll enough
that while Miss Armour visits at my moth.
ers house, | am bound in courtesy to pay
every attention due from gentleman to .
LAZY. We're she not so dear friend of my
sister might be less devoted to her; but
a' Nellie ; friend, tor mothers sake, feel
Obliged to render her stay as pleasant as
possible"
You might add for your own sake"
- PCIudPS L mIgnt.
lie spoke calmly, caIelessy enough. Vi
Let caught the words.
GU love her, you know you do, and all
sou want Of me to day is to prevail upon me
70 discharge you-and 1 doit. Here your
3as- Give it to Miss Livia Armour, and
welcome Don't ever come to this house
as4iu.'
She walked oct of the parlor without
glance at him. He gazed after her with
plying love in his handsome eyes.
Foolish child"
ILen ne went away, and she watched
him from window up stair, defiant feel
iag IL her heart.
work for my liviugl"
And the sweet lips quivered as the pale
lips uttered these words.
My child, ! would give my life to save
you this blow; but how can We avoid it :?
Oh' to think that we should have come to
such strait"
Oentie Miss Lindsey .troked the soft gol-
ueh hair that was clinging to Violet's neck
II you can but make up your mind to
reconcile matters between you and Mr. vii.
mot, just think, Violet, what home we d
both have
As if ID accept him now, when we are
Al poVerty's door, after refusing him in our
better days"