The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-12-27
DAIsY's SACRIFICE.

The sun was setting IN the western
horizon, tinting the pale blue of the
heavens with varied glory of gorgeous
hues. On the low porch of one of the
many pretty villas, that lined the long
road, young girl was standing, in the
full glow of the sunset. Daisy Lee was
a very pretty girl. Not beautiful, and
yet Infinitely sweet; not brilliant or fas-
cinating, but with a'certain quiet grace
of her own.
As she stoood there a light step
sounded on the walk, and 2 white arm
was thrown caressingly around her.
ga penny for your thoughts" cried a
voice that was like the chime of silver
bell.
They are not worth it, Isabel," :"
Daisy replied, laughingly.
II am sure they are,' cried the
other. GAS if my thoughtful Daisy
would mediate on anything of not
even a penny's worthl Ayaunt with
the ideap she exclaimed, dramatically.
You should have been an actress" /"
ejaculated Daisy, enthusiastically;
>" My inclinations tended to the pro-
fession, fair lady," Isabel returned,
4and though rigid discipline checked
my glowing fancies in their early bloom,
the flame of my ambition still burns
within my breast And, should / never
realize my dreams of fame-neyer
achieve the glorious career my fond
Imagination has portrayed, can say
withal, that the divine inspiration that
animates the soul of genius fires my
mind with all the intense passion and
ardent zeal that are characteristic of ma
tive talentl"
!" Bravol" cried rich, manly voice.
And the girls started simultaneously
at the. appearance of the young man,
who had advanced unperceisd on them.
Proceed, this remarkably auda-
cious young fellow remarked
He was very handsome representa-
tive of his sex, this Lawrence Deane.
Suppose | were expressing my opin-
ioff of you to Daisy, with choice little
dash of SANDER included2" said Isabel.
Suppose" he said, archly; but
then, you see, it is not supposable, for
am positive that you would be the last
one in the, world to scandalize me, Miss
Marsh, and Daisy the Est to listen to
such gossip.
SYou have good opinion of your
Self, Mr.. Deane," said Isabel, coldly.
Not at all. You would infer that
am conceited, Miss Marsh 2'
You are at liberty to form whatever
conclusions you choose, sir" Isabel an
swered, as she prepared to follow Daisy
who had gone into the house.
Allow me to congratulate you on
your frankness;" he said, sarcastically
turning on his heel.
How peryerse-how strange are the
words of womanl
The next moment she was beside him
aeAre you vexed Y' she said, strange
mixture of pride and pleading in hel
voice, looking at him with an expression
in her luminous eyes that thrilled him
through as he gazed into their glorious
depths.
She had laid one white hand on hi!
arm, and her perfect form was inclinec
towards him, as she bent over the chail
into which he had flung himself.
The bewitehing face and the lovely
mouth were very near him now, and ht
felt tempted to take advantage of thu
opportunity.
But only for a second, for just ther
Daisy's voice came floating on his ears
in the strains of a song, and he was sud
denly reminded that to Daisy, and Il
Daisy alone, were ali his caresses due.
How often had he breathed in her ca
yowsof everlasting love and perfdy?
How many times had he sworn to b.
true to her?
And constant he would be to hi
affianced wife.
How could l be angry with youp b
said, pressing the little hand in his own
Then we are as good friends as ever !?
she murmured.
" Better, if that were possible" he re
turned.
What was it in his glance that cause
hers to drop so suddenly?
AS he looked upon that tell-tale fact
he realized all at once how much of hi
heart had gone into this fair woman
keeping-how dearly he was learning t
love, and, gazing thus, he forgot all els
in the world but the fact that he love
her, and the sweet assurance that he di
not love in vain.
g Ny darlingl" Lawrence Deane erie
in impassioned tones, as he clasped he
trembling hands in his, and drew he
nearer to him.
Glancing up with a low, bitter CT,
she snatched her hands away and fe
into the house.
Oh, heaven! / love her p cried Lay
renee Deane. "Oh, Isabel, Isabe
would that we had never metl What
world OF anguish we might have bee
sparedl o, my darling, how will tn
unfortunate drama endP'
And Isabel Marsh, shut in the privat
OF her room, her burning face buried