Smyrna times., 1875-11-24


III and the tulle? Alas, poor maidens! it
y not their fault, but that of the great naugb
X ty world to which they belong.
IS But Miss Winthrop, when, at the end q
o the evening, she lay back among the cusb
A" IONS OF her carriage, and took her usual 20
y view OF the nights enjoyment, found NOR,
5, to think of than usual.
e What a delightful bearing had her f.,
e theirs friend, Mr. Cohenl How handsome
S he was, how dignifed, how kind and
: thoughtful! If it had not been for hi.
: timely proposal, she would have missed the
German, for the baron had not, after ALL
come to the ball. She would never forgive
the modification the baron had given her.
/, nor forget the happiness granted her bv
MI Cohen. The very first opportunity
that came she would tell him frankly how
hooIe and sweet was such behavior. so that
he might at some other time come to the
rescue OF a similarly forlorn damscl.
This opportunity was not long deferred
II was with great sense of wonder and
surprise that, when the carriage of Miss
"lhehrop rolled to her door, she found
another there also; but she was propartion-
ately interested to find il the handsome os.
tablishment of Mr.. Cohen.
The hour was very late. 1t was not de
ry''e" to make call long after midnight
what could be the matter?
she went into the deserted and silent
Parlors with her opera cloak falling from
her shoulders. All the tired CnriIs
PSyches, nymphs, and bacchantes were
sound asleep on their pedestals. the GAS
burned low, the rooms were peopled with
shadows-the biggest of all, and approach.
ing her, was Mr.. Cohen.
Come, Miss Josephine he said. "vou
promised to show me the plant from which
you plucked the japonica in your hair"
Then Miss Winthrop noticed light in
the conservatory, and drew back in bewiI.
derment.
Trust me- said Mr.. Cohen: ~ will OK.
plalng everything that may seem strange 70
you. Won't you show me your ianonica
The one in your hair is already diving
1t seemed to Mr.. Cohen as thew walked
silently to the conservatory that tho blos
som in expiring was so Justify sweet that
every movement of the fair Young head
brought a great gust of fragrance to him.
"hen they reached the plant, Mr. Cohen |
found 1t but puny shoot, and declared
that in giving birth to that one blossom, Il
had exhausted its vitality.
" In my place at the South" said Mr. %.
hen, and 1t seemed to Josephine that his
voice trembled-"I have japonicas that
grow eight feet high in the open air. and
now in the depth of winter they are covered
with blossoms Iwish you could see them.
Miss Josephine"
wish | could" repeated josephine.
not knowing what she said.
" Do your said Mr.. Cohen. s.You may
II you will. Everything have in the world
Is at your feet! Don't stare; don't be
shocked. Miss Josephine, child. forgive
me- have long loved you, but never
would have spoken had there not bacn
dire necessity"
" 1t IS not time" faltcred Josephine,
4SH'CiiCu anu trembling.
1t is the only time" broke in Mr. 60.
hen. 4onder in the library there is n
soul verging upon madness. | want power
to save it. Ten years ago your father gave
me the chance to make my fortune; for
Gods sake grant me the opportunity to
save his. 1t all rests with you. Ifvou can
bring yourself to believe that you could
ever be happy in a marriage with me. your
father will consent to the offer will make
him. He will agree then that our fortunes
lie together" 5
Ny father y cried Josephine. and made
one step to the door, but Mr.. Cohen de.
tanned her. t
Let me go to him." he begged "even {
if you can not consent. 1t is better that /
should co. i
"Then CO." said Josephine stamping her
'iippered foot upon the floor "Oh. 20 at 1
Oncer t
And may tell him that you are will. t
ing?" Il
" Tell him that am glad, F" she whispered i
Mr.. Cohen disappeared without even .
touching her hand. t
Josephine threw herself into one of the a
'ig velvet chairs, tore off her gloves, tossed g
he huge bouquet of the baron into n cor. c
ler, and sat staring with beautiful blazino L
yes at the open door, through which came I"
he murmur of voices. 81
She saw it all now-the whispers and !, =,
yibes of the women at the ball. the delov u
md perfidy of the baron. Oh, what wouId W
nave become of her, of her poor dear pano. o
it had not been for their preserver their .
Then she heard footsteps, and
ne ghastly face of her father was before g
ler 70
NO, no." faltered Mr.. Winthrop, who =, :
lad married Josephine's mother when an :,
rdent young lad of twenty, "I can not ac. g.
ept TINS sacrifice. We must not add to ~
he rest of our misery marriage without - -
,va ~ III