The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-01-18
FOR LOVES SAKE.
SCENE I.

FOR LOVES SAKE.
SCENE I.
| Very pretty she looked, standing be-
| fore the mirror in that cozy room'-very
cheerily burned the fire in the glowing
CRATE, and quaint were the shadows
thrown upon the snowy curtains sur
rounding that little close cot oil bed. A
very snug, pretty nest was that tiny
room, with its rich furniture, it's little
ticking French clock, its ornaments, pic
lures, parchimers and the thousand and
one little legions scattered here and
there in sweet confusion. But the pret-
tiest of all was Cassie Brompton, the pet
and idol of fond parents-the queen of
society, and the happiest, gayest girl in
the whole world. To be sure there was
just now little heaviness Of the waving
eyelids, and certain observable lam
guor, not to be wondered at, taking into
consideration the lime in the morning,
and the fact tnat Cassie hads just re-
turned from the most brilliant lete of the
season-had danced with all the celebri-
ties present, and had laughed and chat
| ted, and listened to more sweetnothings
than she could remember in month.
| But she WASH OF thinking of celebrities,
military chieftains, professors of various
kinds, and gentlemen with sounding til
ties; not at all. Glrl-like she was mus
ing of anobody-of only Fred Brandon,
| plain, with not even wealth to give him
Importance. 1t was little strange, but
-''but he is so handsome, and waltzes
like an angel" she mused, audibly.
| "Better waltz to bed, should think
standing there at this hour o. the mornin'
with all that fummery on, and your hair
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ened for q week; better be readin' a
chapter in your Bible than goin' off into
tantrums. over some philanderIn' young
| fool who don't care a snap of his finger
for you after you're once out OF sight"
ItWas only Aunt Jemima, night-capped
and specialized and grim and severe,
with all the softness and sympathy
crushed out of her heart by n long and
thankless struggle with the world.
ssBut, Aunty, I.was thinking OF Fred;
| he did look SO handsome tonight, and he
| was SO attentive, and think it unk ind
Of you to speak so unieelingly," replied
| Cassie, with a pretty pout OF her red
"Its alrvery fine, i've no doubt. Gals
will be gals; but my advice to you, is, as
as long as you've got good home, stay
in it; because feller can dance, and
talk sugar-plums, faint in no ways sar-
tain he is goin' to make good husband.
Poetry won't make the pot bile, and
waltzing like an angel aint going to help
YOU much when sickness and trouble
comes. So get to bed, child, and try to
| wake up with grain of sense In your
fiighty head" And softly closing the
door. good cross old Aunt Jemima
stalked to her own chamber, leaving
| Cassie looking half angry, half amused.
"Dear old Aunty, she loves me, and
she couldn't sleep without looking in to-
! wonder whatever happened in her youth
| to make her so torbidding. Some love
affair, l dare say, that turned out un-
happily, for papa says at eighteen she
was just the prettiest, jolliest creature
| well, welt, ! sMMrnose sMrn there are some
bad men, but one can hardly believe it,
knowing Fred. l do wonder what he is
doing now? Looking out of his window,
| | suppose, apostrophiZing the moon, and
thinking of me. And with conscious
! blush and a happy smile, pretty little
! Cassie commenced the mysterious and
intricate task of disrobing, throwing the
costly silks and perishable tarletans in
corner, with the thousand and one
other items that 60 to adorn youthful
femininity-tossing curls and combs and
l u
fdressing bureau, paying no heed to any
tbing-to nothing. A little half opened
rose-bud-a simple thing to waste seLti-
ment upon, but Fred had placed it in her
hair and asked her to wear 1t for his
sake. 1t was dropping, even now, but it
was sacred, and pressing it to her lips
she carefully laid it away In little pearl
blue satin-lined box, and again wonder
ing if Fred were looking at the moon and
thinking OF her, she laid her young head
upon the pillow and was soon threading
the mazy labyrinths Of dreamland. Poor
grill THE sentiment would have been
sadly marred had she known that her
precious Fred was off with lot of choice
dition to tell the moon from a corner
lamp-post.
~ say, Cass, i wish you would stoI
that baby's noise-he has done nothing
but cry all the m0rning-Ive not beer
able to make any sense OF all Pye read
a man might as well do without the morn
ing paper, if he has got to read in sucf
a bedlam as this. l do believe we have
the noisiest and worst children in the
world"
10 neRIecG hin, SettlhS pLeahiastt aht
fixing the other children on to school
Here, Harry, is your slate. Come t.
me, Minnie, and I'll lace your boots fo
you1
"And my cap, where is my, cap" shouts
Fred, jr., a boisterous, handsome boy o
five years. "And my mittens, can't flint
my niittens anywhere. And Johnny, il
his search, upsets the work-basket owe
the floor.
"Therel didn't / tell you SO, the yer.
worst children! l can't see, wife, VIII,
you don't teach them to have places TO
their things, SO they will be able to fint
them sometimes. My mother Away
taught her children to- have a plac'
for every thing, and every thing in it
place."
"But your mother, Fred, did not live IL
two rooms in tenement house; it is i'm
possible to maintain much order in sucl
cramped quarters"
Snow, Cassie, what 10 the use Of fling
ing such thing as that up before tn,
/ childrens If you had o brown ston
lhouse on Fifth avenue, l believe yol
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