The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1870-07-13
Sophie Bcdell's Filtration,
nY mona /. nosELAND.

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'No-a Thousand times, no / | will never
be your wife,"
And TO give emphasis to her words, So
phic Bcdoll stamped her tiny foot. and
swept her trailing robe Of amber silk dis
dainfully. Her white brow was moincnta-
Irily clondcd. She toycd with her pretty
fan in undisgniscd ANNOYANCE, never glanc-
ing once at the face Of her handsome caya-
licr, who looked down lovingly. half in pi-
ty, half in anger at the beauty at bis side.
I sWcll Sophie, he said at last, 'ani to
have the answer have waited onso longS
.InaFe- just answered you, Mr.. Barnett.
il is no--noycr.' she said llaughtily.
Sophie, he said, passionatcly is there
luo hope can you never be niincY and the
strong mans breast lcaycd with suppressed
Icm0tion. ~
Her rudy lips eurled scornfnlly. aud for
1.-The FIRST time she raised her eyes to his face,
and withdrew them instantly, saying:
Please letus return to the room--thc air
Iis chilly. 'ss
Sophie, he cried. grasping the jcwclcd
hand Sophie have you no hearth Think
Of the future your answer involves. Tome
it would be living torture, ancndlcSs life
of VOC TO yousp
"What do you care what the futurcr is
to me-" she said, haughtily. ''Let US re-
turn. |"
"Not until have your answer, Sophie. =
4 'slr. Barnett would you dctain me a.
gainst my will? Ibelieyc you forget your
self, sir.v
4 Pardon me, Miss Dcdcll, | had forgot
ten myself nc said. with quiet composurc,
that contrastcd strangely with the fiery
outburst Of moment before 1--WE will re-
turn
lie offered bis arm, md with her lustrous
amber silk swccpingafter her they entered
the ball rooln. Sophie Dedell had played
with the affections Of Clarence Barnett for
over year. and after keeping him too
weeks for his answer. she had refused him.
He was desperately in love with the little
hirt, and her refusalto become his wife was
a great blow to him. for lie knew very well
that she loved him with all tho fcrvor Of
which her nature was capable Of; but she
loved her liberty and the pretty compli-
mcnts and homage aho rccciseisas rcigning
belle toS-kcll 70 become bis or any man
wife.
Her face was strangely pallid. consider
ing she did not love him, and as il WIS on.
ly Irritation, for the timo was - teiiows. a,
The same evening she had laughingly re.
, marked to friend, but at all events | thinl
We arc diamond cut diamond.
OH Sophie, nid young girl coming
laughingly up, do como ard soc Mr.. Oscnl
! play---why,' she broke Of suddenly, ar
SOU ills'
For Mis- Bcdcll had fsIIcn back faintinl
in her seat.
Mr. Barnett arose quietly.
Shall | assist you to your carriage. Mis-
Bcdell5 Z he asked, coolly, and bending o.
hcr 1 pair of searching eyes which llauntc'
/, her for long time after.
! .Ycs. please.
Sic leaned heavily on his protecting arm
:. Iic placed hor Ia her carriage, gave dircc
! tions 70 tho driver 70 drive her homo, turn
! cd on bis heel, and entered The ballroom
not oven waiting for The carriage 70 disap
pear from view.
Sophie IjedclI strained her eyes 10 SEQ th
4 last of tie rctrcating figure, aud strctchin.
out her arms, cried:
1 oh. CIarcnccl Clarence come 10 nc
1 But tho carriage ratified away, and he
voice was drowned in The clattcring u III
i wheels. 4
IL isof no use. Sophie our little mono
. i dwindling down TO almost nothing. w
: an very poor. child, ind yon must work.
d Il am willing, mother, lif only knc,
4 where TO obtain employment. We nigh
4 do drcs-making, but The place is 70 obscur
/ no ono would ever find Us
4 II am snrc, said Afrs. BcdclI, angrily
9 i don't want aliy Of our old acquaintance
Z 70 know Of our poverty. It's very hard 70
( me at my time of lifc. Sophie Ivory hard
4 indeed. Yoar father ought 70 have ha,
o more consideration than 70 rcducc bis fami
n ly with his unlucky spcculations, and 10 ii
q when hc did, just as hisfailurc was known
; Ii he had lived we wovld not have fallen =
: much. lIo might have acted diIIercnil
. for his family sake, shc said, complaccnt
. lly. 49,
!. Poor papar mnscd Sophie, her mourn
\ ful gray eyes filled with tcars. Poor papa
Z lhc did il for the best. Still, mother, il
not as bad as you imagine. True. We hav
a not our carriage and do not dress AZ hand
y somcly as formerly. butwc have health, am
can assist ia supporting you. mother.
Assist, child. said Mrs. Bcdcll, upIifi
i ing her hands 10 tragic way aud ainkin
l. hor voice 70 whisper. Sophie. our onsir
support dcyoIyrs upon you; l have no
2 slfcngth, child, and am daily sinking m
4 health and hopes arc forever sllattorod.'
q Dear mamma, said Sophie, j will q
all / can. Why not call a physician II 20
!. feel ~ sick 2
!, No, Sophie. ] can die but once bu
4 while | live shall not throw awaJmy ND
lucy. Sophie. sho continued, inslnil
y ehant,mg her voice and manner. where