Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1877-02-01
MADELikE,S LOVE.

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MADELikE'S LOVE.
.a"Thcre she goes again." said Mr. Cliffe
He stood in his elegant breakfast-room where
blrds sang and hot-house flowers blossomed,
buttoning up his over-coat, preparatory to go
ing to his City office-a tall, handsome man of
six or seven and twenty, with brown eyes and
curly dark hair. Wax ssffff
'Who?' demanded Ferdinand Lowell, who
was still drawing over broiled ham and coffee
at the table.
Don't you remember my telling you about
the beautiful young girl who passes here every
morning? the one with the shining hair, ard
the rose-leaf complexion
at strikes me DO recall some incoherent
rawlings of yours upon tie subject, said Mr..
Lowell, languidly.
i should like to know who she is said Con-
slant Cliffe, after moment or two of silent re-
hection, as be mechanically fitted his fingers
into pair of fleecy lined kid gloves
Lowell set down his transparent china coffee
cup, and turned round to look his companion
full in the face.
What foi, in the name of all the heather
deitiesy'
Because she is decidedly the prettiest girl
ever saw. l q ls
Not even excepting Diana Asher
Not even excepting Miss Ashe,' Cliffe an
swered quietly. Diana Ashe issimply hand
some, expressionless piece of flesh and blood
this young blonde is spirItuelle, as well as
beautiful
.Cliffe.' cried Lowell, starting from his chair,
you are in love.'
4 am not in love- As if a man couldn't ad-
mire lovely object without being accused of
the tender passion
But l say you are in love nevertheless, said
Lowell. sOr ycu will be, if the fair incognita
passes your window many more times
THAT may be, said Cliffe, laughingly.
Come old fellow, it is time we were starting
for the ofice,'
Some milliner girl, dare say, said Lowell
IF Miss Ashe knew what was her interest, she
would hire her to take some other route
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1t was a very small garret-room, meanly car
peted, and lighted from one dormer window in
the roof while the meagre handful of fire in the
CRATE furnished scarcely an apology for heat on
that keen frosty February afternoon when Mad
cline Warwick sat at her table, with roses and
gilli-fowers. and striped carnation pinks heap
ed around her-bright, scentless limitations of
natures darlings for Madeline Warwick was !!
a poor girl, and made artificial flowers for her
livelihood
Poor, but very beautiful There is theory
of compensation in all these things, and Nature
is often most generous in endowing those to
whom Fortune has been coolest. She was
fair, with glittering halo of golden hair about
her head; and blue eyes, clean and bright as
June heaven; while her complexion, all snow
and carmine was like the roses of CRIMSON OIL
the table beside her. Constant Cliffe was
right-there was an intangible something about
her that was ethereal and saint-like.
As she worked busily away with deft fingers
and intent eyes, shaping the blue velvet petals
OF gannt pansies the door opened, and slen-
der little boy Of some ten years old ran in,
painting and pale
Tharleys Madeline dropped her scissors in
dismay. What sends you home at this time
Of day? Has anything happeneda Are youillT
Charley buried his sad-looking face on his
sisters shoulder &sess ss.E a iAa &
4 amt III Maddy; but-but Cliffe has
turned me awayr sf
what forY asked Madeline, soothingly.-
For no fault of yours, my boy. surely9"
He-he says have stolen his gold pen, and !
never, never, never touched it,
And here Charley burst out into sobs and
tears, he had hitherto SO manfully repressed.
Charley, said Madeline. looking him earn
estly in the face, you have never told me :
falsehood. do not think you took his gold I
pen. There never was Warwick yet who
was thief
4 never touched it, Maddy, persisted the j
boy. You have always taught me not even ,
to take pin that wasn't my own! $
There, dear! don't cry SO hardr soothed a
Madeline, brushing away his tears with her !
coarse liitl. ocket-handkerchief ss.It is not
your fault; a 81 .Fskk f
But, Maddy, was SO proud of earning five e
shillngs week, sobbed poor little Charley;
and I thought you wouldn't have to work SO I
hard, and ssL F
Charley said Madeline, rising to her feet, !,
battle your eyes and cool your face in water, II
md then put on your hat again t.,
.WhatforT questioned the child, eagerly.
Because am going with you to your en-
,loyers Office. shall tell him that you have
,ever deceived me, or done dishoaorable
hing during your whole fife, and do mol
hink you are beginning to be different now - -
cannot have my goodlittle brother rest under ri
n imputation like this. We are poor, Char hi
ey but we are honorable ,Ol
Charley slipped his little red fingers obedi- IA
ntly into Madeline's hand Dearly as be low ~ ~
q his sister, he was little afraid of her, ;f
,hen her eyes glttered 50, and she assumed in
that the good land-lady,. called her grand th
,agic airsl' m
Shall we go now, Maddyg he asked. tn
Yes, at once.' = r5-se .s =.
Mr.. Ciiffe was sitting in the big leather r.
lshioned Office chair, when Ferdinand .Loy- en-
came in, as usual, in 5reathless hurry. H
sCharIeyICharieyl Where is the little elf?' RAJ
demanded, irritably r -ls-i ssailae ia..z.{ on
Il have discharged him :, returned Mr.. Cliffe , ne
oily hsgeiis - ss.i-.,s.. i s.s..f. lthi
Discharged Charley A nd what fors Irath- alb