The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-04-03
introduced her.


Isabel acknowledged the presentation,
and if she was stung to the quick by the
frigid hauteur of the fair girl, Kiss Fol-
SOM was as enraged by Tsabels indiffer-
emily graceful bow
Aunt Clara she said, when Isabel
had gone to her room that night, to weep
and suffer all the long hours, ''shall you
allow her to entertain our visitors? She
IS entirely too elegant and ar;stocratic to
pass uunoticed among company
'tAs often as | can spare her, of course.
Why should she not see little enjoy
ment, poor child? You are getting jeal-
ous again, Vivian"
~ GU remember how my music teach
er ioiled me in that affair with Warren
Raymond don't care that this proud,
fair girl and l should run a race for
Champney Roberts
You have no reason to know that
Champney cares for you you never met
him over dozen times
True. But | care for him.
We'll not worry about that Sup
pose You turn down the gas now, and
send Annie up for orders.
Pretty Vivian Folsom scovled as she
passed Isabel's door,
She is too pretty, too naughty, for a
! servant. and that is what Mr.. Roberts
| admires Let hel dare run foul of me.
She compressed her lips she went
back to Mrs. Craven, in look that
boiled no good TO Isabel.
! Day after day went on, and of the
scores of gentlemen who called on Mrs.
Craven and niece, Isabel had seen none,
| for all her kind friend insisted upon it.
| Isabel had grown to comprehend per-
fectly Vivian Folsom, and treated her &C.
cordingly.
| Sometimes when Vivian wanted ia
vor done she would go to Isabel, and
| Isabel would do it.
/ OF course there was perfect cordially
between them, while really they were al
sword points.
1t was one day, when Isabel had been
a month there. that in passing by the
/ parlor door she came face to face with
! Vivian and Champney Roberts.
/ How she hated herself for that sudder
blush she felt burning on her cheeks
but as she glanced un and caught Vivi
! an s scornful, angered eyes, she sudden
( " grew perfectly composed and calm.
Isabel, is this certainly you? Why
[ had not the slightest idea you haC
come to Mrs CraYen's. Are you wei
and happy ?"
He bent to whisper quickly the las
word.
/ Isabel gave him her hand with the ole
/ time quiet ard grave hauteur.
I Quite, thank you. The friends in
/ Wiley Point are all well ?'' -s
ooh, yes; and you cant guess how
many of them miss you
That is pleasant to know. [ am in
somewhat of a hurry, Champuey. Mr..
Roberts, goodbye" and she hastened
on without a word.
Once in her room she sat composedly
down to her sewing, while Mrs. Craven
was out for her noon ride.
She wondered if Champney had for
COTTON her She asked herself the cues
ton in careless sort of way, and then
went on to think how handsomely he aud
iVlan looked together, and a sudden,
fnghttul revelation came to her-so sud-
den 1t fairly took her breath-so blissful
her sense ached with joy-and yet so
dreadful she thought she could not sur
vive it.
All this in a magical second. And the
revelation was this-she loved Champney
Roberts, and had loved him all the time
and he loved her no longer, but Vivian
Folsom
At that very moment Vivian came in,
in all the blooming beauty and stylish
/ nave come to you for my first con-
graduation Champney says you were
once an old friend of his.
Isabel felt her eyes growing dim as she
anticipated the news.
1 am an old friend
1t was all she said.
But hoT fully, entirely, she experience
ed the truth Of her lovers words tie
night they parted
We've not decided on the Wedding
day but Champney is in great hurry,
most lovers are, [ guess But you are
going to wish me joy ~
oh, of course; all the world
She wasn't very enthusiastic, but it
was only her will that forced her to
speak, her heart was to sore.
And there's another thing, Isabel.
You must pardon me for saying it, but
I'm sure your good Judgment will APP
prove. Champney has told me of your
little passage, and [ thought as long as
you had been so much to him, and he'll
be coming here so often, it would be
prudent for you to find another
Isabel had risen to her feet almost at
the first words with vivid, blushing
checks. and flashing eyes; now, with
low scorning tones, she interrupted her.
Enough | comprehend yours ana
Mr.. Roberts delicacy. Give my apology
to Mrs. Craven. My trunks will be
called for by The porter
She put on her hat and cloak, and
without vouehsafing word to the de-
delighted, triumphant girl, went out
from the house.
| have to thank my presiding stars for
suggesting the story. | know her proud
Spnit would be up in arms. ard leave
me 4 clear field to win him. only hone
| have uttered prophecy. As if |
didn read Alright her secret.
She made a slight mistake however.
And poor Isabel, her cheek burning,