Sharp County record., 1877-07-27
81 NEVER WILL"

g | neUeT Will" Salu mduBe NoPol, 4,
her beautiful brown eyes flashing with
indignation.
"Forgive me, Miss Roper" said Mr.,
Schenck. 81 said it in a sort OF des-
peration, for l can not-l could not
think such a passion as mine could fail
to call out q response sooner or later. "
"You are Mistaken" she answered,
haughtily; "and, as you know, this is
not the first time have assured you OF
the fact. trust it is the last"
81 withdraw my plea and myself
finally, Miss Roper. Good-morning!"
He said 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 himself and his troubles out of
SIGHT, if not out of mind. But as Madge
turned to leave the parlor, she heard a
boyish voice from some hiding-place
singing loudly, with mischief in every
infection:
"Hear what Highland Nora said;
The Earlie's son will not we'd"
"Little wretch" muttered Madge,
biting her prettyred lips; she must be
all this tiino i'll tho conservatory. And
now Aunt Phemy will know all about
it. may as well tell her."
So she trailed the folds of her deep
blue dress slowly up the stairs to Aunt
Phemy's room. Miss Euphemia was
sitting in her armchair by the window,
q tiny old lady, with soft silver-white
hair, and quaint black satin wrapper,
illustrated with delicate laces, and the
sparkle of one great diamond on her
little hand. She was cripple, whose
sole change was from her bed to her
great chair; but, for all that, she was
the heart of the house, and her keen
and kindly eyes saw everything 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 wifes place might be filled; but
that had never happened. Mr.. Roper
was grave, reticent man, and when
the one love of his life tluttered away
from him like weary and storm-spent
moth, his heart shut itself for all time; !;
he even seemed to have little fatherly
love for the wailing baby, whose birth
he resented in his secret soul, as one
resents murder.
But now he was proud of his beauti-
full and graceful daughter, proud of her
spirited 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 diviner element of love lost be-
tween them.
Many and many an admirer fell at
Madge's feet, and no wonder. The girl
was young, fresh, lovely, and intelli-
gent, and every charm she had was il
lumined by the fttest results of wealth
and taste. A beautiful girl is beautiful
in spite of calico; she is enchanting in
lace and peals. Madge's profuse red
brown hair, dazzling yet tenderly tint
ed complexion, her soft proud eyes, her
slender and exquisitely nodded figure,
her feet, her hands, were all perfect,
and the insipidity of perfection was re-
moved by the vivid and variant ex-
preston of the soul within.
As she entered Aunt Phemy's room
this morning, with the dark blue folds
of her fine wool dress falling from her
delicate waist, and her face heightened
by color chat shamed the carnations
which fastened the abundant lace scarf
about her throat, the dear old lady
looked at her with adoring eyes, for
Nadge was her aunty's idol. But the
girl did not come at once for her daily