The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-01-16
DERTIE CARLYsLE.


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| are not so cruel as to spurn his low
and cast away your own for him, sim
ply because he is not gifted with tn,
wealth of CrGsus. He is certainl,
one Of the most gifted artists here
and ere long you would be proud 0
| the love of Philip Ellerton."
s'Be that as it may, I cannot Civ,
myself toapoor, thoughaspiring man
Marion. Nay, you need not pou
those pretty lips. l am in earnest
l love Philip as never loved, bu
love alone cannot give me all thes,
surroundings without which | shoult
not want to live. ~ f aa8A
"Well, BERTHE, you must abide b.
.lyour own choice. His is youns
life to overcast, and noble one, too
some dayyou will repent Of your &C
tions toward him. l would have yol
marry one who loves my darling, fol
as a sister I cherish you, Look once
more into your heart, and then
shall say no more"
BERTHE laughed in all the glory O
her beauty, and with q wave of hel
lovely, royal little hand bade hel
cousin, Marion Estnay, to take her
self off. Berthe Carlysle had dwell
from infancy with her uncle, Lore
Estnay, in Londen, and having beer
always the companion of Marion she
confded to her the tale Of her love
The Gallery Of Fair Oaks was one o.
rare beauty, and the rising young al.
tist, Philip Ellerton, accepting tho
invitation Of Lord Estnay toyisit hin
and view the vast collection of pic
lures, met the boosted beauty Of FAN
Oaks, BERTHE Carlysle. Passing, arm
in-arm, with Lord Estnay through
the corridor, Philip started, and with
a mu1mm of admiration gazed en-
chantedly upon a picture, through a
half-closed door. "Who is she?" whis-
pered he Of Estany.
my niece, Miss Carlysle, I will
introduce you later on; but come. .
"No, no, answered Carlysle; 81
beg YOU wait one moment, land open
ing a sketch book he hastily and ac-
curately drew an outline Of the fair
girl.
1t was her boudoir; a large room,
draped with pale, soft pink satin.
The ceiling was a pale azure, chased
in feecy, white clouds; in the inches
were the rarest of Grecian sculptur-
ing, and here and there low, gilded
diyans we're scattered. In one rested
BERTHE, her rich, jetty tresses trailing
on the soft carpet, as she rested her
head on one hand. Her lips were
parted and smile played round the
beautiful mouth; her eyes, large and
black, that could blaze out the inten-
sity of anger or soften into those of
the wounded gazelle, were now merry
with suppressed laughter. The soft
lace sleeve had fallen back from the
wrist and displayed the most perfect
of arms--arms which, twining round
the neck of the most obdurate, could
gain their desires.
"The conceited stupid" she laugh
ed as she folded up her letter; "to
think, to presume, for amoment, that
any common ciyility was encourage
ment. Heigho The male sex must
accept the credit of being the most
egotistieal set of creatures that ever
was dreamed of. Now, dear me, here
l am eighteen years of age, and this
person desires me to bestow my heart
and hand uponhim-nota aday less than
seventv-two. He actually considers
it an honor to offer the fortune and
name of Lord Cherasney to me; his
heart, it must be very small by this
time, is irrevocably mine. Well, they
saw it is better to be an old mans
darling than q young mans slave.
| | agree with all my heart; but my
dear Lord Arthur, 1 fear l shall have
to disappoint you;" and with q tired
| look, BERTHE carelessly tossed the let
ter Of Arthur Cherasney's ayowal Of
love on to her dressing-table and for
cot the occurrence. 1t was no nov
city rtoreceive proposals, and al
though she was not yet "out, " she
refused her offers as carelessly as a
belle who had been drilled in that art
for several years,
Philip Ellerton fingered week at
Fair Oaks, and in that time fell. as
madly in love with the beautiful girl
as it was possible for mortal to love.
while she, proud Of adding another
to her list, listened with a happy
heart to his passionate words. u
"Bertie, darling, 1 could not take
YOU tony heart now, for here youhaye
all that mortal could wish, while now
I am unable to give youthesame; but
in a short time L can give you all
and more; only give me some faint
hope to work for, and, by the gods
you shall yet be proud ostandb by my
side"
BERTHE shrugged her beautifu-
shoulders and dropping the lashes o.
her large, lust1ious eyes muImured
"Hope? Mr.. Ellerton, all, surely
to accomplish your great designs, you
must have much of it, but these
thoughts that now are entertained by
you, you must forget; man who has
some one thing to gain has not time
to love; you are wrapped up in youi
study. your art, and this weeks rec
reation has but given you time to
think Of some other thing, SO that
when you return to your duties l will
be entirely obliterated from youi
memory. Nay, do not say to the
contrary, for you know it will be SO, =
and Berthe lay back in the armchair
and looked asindiferent, as could be,
thus adding fuel to the fire which
blazed through every vein OF theyoune
artists body.
"Then, Berthe, you cannot return
my loye?' Philip asked. You do
not love cannot, in timer
Hush, / pray you, Philip Eller-
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