The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1872-05-31

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sweetest smile, not even b er tears, had
power to change his purpose. ali &. r.. =.
Proud and worldly n how the words
rang in his ear; his Millicent-his angel
of home that was to be-proud and
worldly! g. '.'I.'l- o. ~ 30 sHos.Ts
At last Millicent coldly arose, and,
with shining eyes and trembling lips,
pronounced the words that shut out
hope from his heart. 50 ~ .'-.ra
Millicent, my love! my love p he
reiterated, in a voice of anguish, "you
cannot surely mean it. So trifling a
matter must not separate us. You arc
not yourself now; by and by you will
| revoke this cruel decision" ih +g
81 do mean it, Paul. From this time
forth we are only friends" and she
| swept out the room. -
He tried to think that she would not
be in earnest, that this mood would pass
away and leave her better nature a
chance to assert itself. He was mista-
ken. She was coldly polite at the break
fast table next morning, absent at lunch
time, and quiet and distant at dinner
so much 20 that it set everybody, even
the butler, to wondering what had hap.
pened 0 0!iE1ildu4 10 19D7U
1t was at the close Of that unhappy
day he threw himself, sick at heart, upon
the sofa in the west parlor, where they
had SO often sat together. Little Stella
found him there, his face buried in his
iolded arms, and she came lightly for
ward and touched his hair. a.-- as i' ,
AS he started up, almost wildly, the
child laughed. His soul had thrilled
to the hope that it might have been
Millicent, repentant. lGt
>" Why, Uncle Paul, how queer you
look r. said Stella, moment after, quite
sobercd.
"DoI L? It's the freight, perhaps"
he answered wearily.
"Where's Millicent ?" asked the child,
accustomed to see them together.
% 81 don't know, my darling - and then
he held his breath, and Stella touched
his arm softly. with an arch look.
Millicent had entered, thinking Paul
had gone out, as was his wont on that
particular day of the week. She came
forward slowly, her soft, rich robes
trailing along the carpet, and started at
the sight Of Paul and Stella, both re-
garding her with intent eyes. Then
she made movement as if to return,
but checked herself, walked quietly past
them with a smile for Stella, not for
Paul, and stood at the window at the
further end of the room, her slender
form perfectly defined, even in the fast
deepening twilight shadows.
Stella turned her attention upon her
uncle again. She felt uncomfortable.
Something in Pauls eyes, as he caught
the glance of Millicent, gave her a
vague discomfort, a child though she
was, and she fell to smoothing his hair
and kissing him. ..s-.
Millicent stood like statue.
Uncle Paul, won't you tell me a
story n coaxed Stella, after pause.
any little one, Pm all out OF stories"
said Paul, in changed voice.
"But please tell me one Of the old
ones" the child pleaded "only one, and
| won't ask you for another. It's long
time since you told me the Rosa story.
All, darling Uncle Paul, don't say no l'
81 have told it hundred times, Stel-
la,n said Paul, anxious to be gone.
"No matter; come, begin-Ill help
you," the child responded, gleefully
You needn't say you were called out
, at a late hour one night, begin where
you saw the woman. What did she
sayY"
, Paul, listlessly. %
"And the poor little boy"
| "A poor little boy stood sobbing al
her bedside" 80
But it wasn't a bOyl' continued
r Stella, with renewed interest. t.
"No, it was little girl dressed il
boys clothes. She had supported hei
| mother by playing the violin on The
, street. and the dress was her protection
, lat least her mother compelled her II
Q wear it, hoping it might save her from
rudeness." s's.- &
= "And the mother had been lady.
ayes, once years before" s,I
r "But she didn't die after all"
ell "No with proper nourishment ant
/ medical care, she recovered" said Paul
/. evidently talking with an effort.
!. "Then you found that little Ros'
O was a genius, didn't you, and got he
to school, and dressed her up nicely
. And that was years ago; and no,
:, she's q young lady, and we al
: think so much of her, don't we, Uncl
4 PAUL."
Yes. dear"
: Millicent turned, swept softly b.
a them like shadow, and went out G
a the room. 'H
% "Uncle Paul, / love you dearly,
- - said the sensitive child, watching tn
yearning look with which he gazed a
ter the retreating figure. ,..ry...
II "God bless you, little one ~ he ar
10 swered, in q broken voice.
s. "And YOU look just like an ange
in your white robes, in st. Mary's, o
. Sundays" She bent closer to him, I'll
d her innocent lips reached his eal
q MilIicent said that once; she said yo
~ looked like an angel"
20 A heavily dyawn, almost sobbin
breath was the answer. Poor Paul h
u had forgiven the imr etuous girl; tn
= flame Of his love burned higher tha
e ever. 10 ..a.E .-a r..l q .z.., '..ivg -
'e Not long after that Stella ran int
y Millicent's roOm.I sts ssbauH go .iglr-
q "Therel I'Hforgot" she cried j
~ childish dismay, as she caught Mill
70 cent brushing a handkerchief over h'
eyes. ro.ry
X sI ought 80 have knocked Pleal
5e forgive me, Millicent." ..,.......s
N b" You are always welcome, dear
~ Miss Dunallan said, gently.
lg "Do you know what ails Uncle Paul
N questioned Stella. - l.--.
Ill Millicent lifted her head in her oil
II. naughty fashion.
IS. know !" she answered. Show ca