The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-05-03

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ssI NEVER WILLIE"
II nssssrsvsilIpssaid Madgs Roper, her
beautiful brown eyes flashing with indig-
nation.
"Forgive me, Miss Roper" said Mr..
SchencE. "I said it in sort of despera-
ton, forI cannot-I could not think such
a passion as mine could fail to cab out a
response sooner or later" RS =
aYou are mistaken" she answered,
haughtily; "and, as you know, this is not
the, FIRST time ! hare assured you efsthis
fact. trust it is the last"
h1withdraw my plea and myself final
ly, Miss Roper. Good morningW o4
He eaid it with such dignity that
Madge respected him more than she had
ever done, and her; face softened. But
Mr.. Schenck did not see it; he took him
self and bis troubles out of sight, if not
out of mind. But as Madge turned to
leave the parlor, she heard boyish voice
from some hiding-place singing loudly,
with mischief in every infection:
s5.nHear what Highland Nora said :. s''7t
The Earlie's son ! will not we'd ,..
'iLittle wretch p' muttered Madge, Bit
ing her pretty red lips; che must be all
this time in the conservatory. And now
Aunt Phemy will know all about it. /
may as well tell her." ,.,l, u, s.,.:,
So She trailed the folds of her deep
blue dress slowly up the stairs to Aunt
Phemy's room. Miss Euphemia was sit
ting in her arm chair. by. the window, a
tiny old lady, with soft silver white hair,
and quaint black satin wrapper, illus
trated with delicate laces, and the sparkle
Of one great diamond on her little hand.
She waa,a efipple,whese sole change vas
from her bed 10 her great chairs butS for
all that, sheswas;the heart Of the house,
and her keen and kindly eyes saw every
thing that was to be seen, but her tongue
kept charitable silence.
Madge's mother-had died young, and
Aunt Phemy had come to her brothers
house to take care of him and his child
till his wife's place might be filled; but
that had never happened. Mr.. Roper
was grave, reticent man, and when the
one love of his life futtered away from
him Ike eaSweary and ,storm-spent moth,
his hears shut itself for alltime he.eYen
seemed to have little fatherly love for the
wailing baby, whose birth he resented in
his secret soul, as one resents q murder.
But now he was proud of his beautiful
and graceful daughter, proud Of her spir-
tied character, her good breeding, her
crowd of admirers; and Madge was
equally proud of, her handsome, high
minded father, though there was little of
the diyiner element Of love lost between
them f1E9 tsTG &gS rs
Many and many an admirer fell at
Madge's feet, and no wonder. The girl
was young, fresh, lovely and intelligent,
and every charm she had was illumined
By the fittest results of wealth and taste.
A beautiful girl is beautiful In spite of
calico; she is enchanting in lace and
pearls. Madge's profuse red-brown hair,
dazzling yet tenderly tinted complexion,
her.soft proud eyes, her slender and ex-
quisitely nodded. figure, her feet, her
hands, were all perfect, and the insipidi-
ty of perfection was removed by the vivid
and TaEiant expression of the soul with. git !.
As she entered Aunt Phemy's room
this morning, with the dark blue folds of
her fine wool dress falling from her deli
cate waist, and her face heightened by
color that shamed the carnations which
fastened the abundant lace scarf about
hertHIDats The dear old lady Iookedta
her with yadoring eyes, for Madge was her
aunty's idol. ,But the girl did not come
at once for her sdsily kiss; she smiled,
and then she walked across tho room to
the window, and began to meddle with
the mignonette, and pinch the rose gera-
niu1ss 8 Aunt PhemY waited -she Was.a
woman who could wait-and. presently
Madge fitted suddenly across the floor,
and dropped softly, as little bird. folds
up into its nest, on to the brioche beside
her aunt's chair, and laid her head on its.
arm. -3r - is.t '-.'s
HI could not come up before, Aunty
Fee. Mr.. Schenek, was. down stairs"
Miss Roper said nothing, but laid her
hand tenderly on the rich folds of hair,
and looked al that beautiful head like a
benevolent old fairy. She knew when
Madge called her "Aunty Fee" that it
was propitiatory; something had been
done or said that this wayward young,
woman was not quite at ease about. go. 9
"And-Aunty" Madge went on, slowly,
picking 9 carnation to pieces as she spoke,
let srnTrcoS Rim - 1 "a . ffi5 = = y
"I thought you had done that long ago,
Madge," said the old lady, with certain
trouble in her kind eyes.
$50 I have, over and over, but he
wouldn't stay refused. / think he will
now" Here her voice rose and rang,
and her eyes flashed. The indignation
returned. ri never will marry him,
Aunt Phemy-neyerl And think he
understands it at last" r;
Miss Roper's eyes sparkIed now; she
was old and wise.
"Don't be troubled about it, Madge,
dear; nobody can harass you on the
matter. If you don't love man, don't
marry him, if he be king or kaiser
Jacob Schenck is q good man and gen.
tleman, but think he is far too old for
rosebud Ike you.''' . z. 49,
OF, Aunt Euphemia you too had been
q gill, and remembered it. Alittlespmk
entered Madge's cool eye. 80
"He's not SO very old, Aunty; fifty
isn't really old for man"
"No, it's not deerepid, but it is some
thing more than nineteen; besides, Mr..
Schenckv lis only forty-fge!T However
Miss Positive never win marry him"
Madge laughed, but there was an un!
certain ring about her laughter, and Miss
Pheiny went on :. .-......Is..s,- =,
"Afe you going to Boston, dearp
IT don't quite know, Aunty. rather
hate Boston; but / love Polly" @
"Ihen you'll have to take your choice
between the lore and hate, mademoiselle,
and that directly, for you know Polly is
clamerous for an answer"