The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1877-03-31

CASTOR took her little white hand
kissed it, and went without word. HI
spent half the night thinking OF. Odette
the other. half he dreamed of her
As to 0lette-lcft alone in her room
she soon fell fast asleep.
A month passed, during which Castor
pursued his wooing faithfully, anxiously.
But he did not deceive himself TINT lie
had won 0dette's heart. Sometimes sic
was as loving and confidential with hin
ns woman can DO to her accepted lover
at other times she WIS cold and restrain.
ed-making him happy and miserable,
by turns. But to do the girl justice, the
question which she asked herself oftenest
was: "Do I love him ~
Ono evening Mr.. Melville Brooks, 4
bachelor OF fifty, m old and trusted
friend, called upon odette.
"Why, Melville, wlat stranger
What happy event brings yon?"
81 come to give you n bit of advice,
0dctte; but OF course you won't take it. y
"JuSt listen to the man T feel hurt
indeed I do, Mr.. Brooks. But let NE
hear your advice"
"I would not metldlc in your and Gas.
ton Sandforl's affirirs, il lie was one Of
the many nincompoops in which our no.
blecity abounds, rs i'll that case society 1
loss would not be great; but Castor is
noble, earnest fellow, and you must
deal caAdidly with him, Odette."
"What gricvous wrong have I done
him, Melville ?" she asked, in some con.
sternation.. ,--.....,,,..-. -...r.
"If you love him, tell him so, aud
make arrangements for your wedding; il
you don't love him, let him know It rs
gently ms possible, and at once, and
will try 10 save what remains Of his wits. II
"Ho is really dying OF love, then p
'said, 0lette, with unconccaled mirth.
"rhis is not like you, my girl. Dying
of love? Nonsense No woman is
worthy such n sacrifice. But you, Odettc,
and women like you, who play man on
n hook rs you would fish, ought to he
told that you stand in the way of better
women than yolfselves-women whose
desire is marriage, not universal admira.
ton; and who are contentwith onehonest
courtsllip, not innumerable tiirtations.
Olette was ready to cry with vexution,
but allowed Mr.. Brooks Ia continue.
Ell you don't want Sandfor,l for II
m Lc;rcss too And now ri he co;nS
Goo,l.bve You don't ask me In rome
back amin p"I, ~
WyoHr v;s;ts ore 90 ,groeoh1s Mr.
Broots ,bey cannot stoo often be re.
neatel 3' Z
"Well then 7 will come hock very
soon fdcttc Think scr;onsIv svcT
what r have said" And the 6Id c,,r.
mrilpeon ms he pnssed ont mnttered Ia
b;mscIf g (3oy,.;t fo her %rottv stronS
Door thing. Int NTH ! she Ind to Laye
;t !" ''''>> " '' '
As punct,,nl as n soIil;cr IN futy nj
halt .naat scysn tho snn,n "yen;nT Sand,
foril @ male Tia nnneoroncc 0jetto % y",
nloy;nc oN The nIano md hc beored her
not to 1ot b;s ureeonrc intcrrunt fGo nnr.
s forn,Spce. N zee ~ '' p''
"a friend of mine ia right " said hc
when sha % Ind A. fipishetl % awhen % w" ,, NAV In,
yom mt vour sonj into your fingers
-" !" \ lint the only news II thS c;ty !"
"No They INV alsp. ."he continued
With neor;n~ ttj;at a nortv of ox,lorerS
;s go;ng IN stort soon On IN oxneil;t;on
inte Central Africa and that n certoin
Mr. CASTOR Sandfonl mn aconaintamco
of yuurs intends 10 ;o;n them !"
Z Ah i, exclaimed Odette. Rut tbe
next moment with admirable control:
she added: ,"'such mn expedit;on must
bnve greot attractions for n man ~ your
shirt: bnt have Won tnken into dne con.
silerntion lie langers and harlsl,ips yol,
will be eynosed to CASTOR ?"
WI hGye, The moro hartlsllips thc
better they viii help me to fight against
dis controlling passion. Odette, dear
0dettel III 1 loved you loss could re-
main (; but loving you Us / do, with so
much pain and so little hope, l must go
away from New York to place MS unlike
it Ms possible"
'"And how long do you mean to be
gonci"
AS long rs I can but not long
enough, am afraid, to forget you."
.1s there no other young lady-no
heiress you have to forget?"
"No,ie."
,"0lette rose, and threw herself into
Gaston's arms rs he stood by the piano.
"You will not 60, CASTOR" she said ;
"you will stay-I wish it."
els this love, or is it only pity,
Olette Z" said Gt.ston, gently smoothing
from her forehead hGr waving brown
hair. .G4.-.. q