The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-11-18
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and the emphasis OF the act made Miss
Royse look up, inquiringly.
Yes, l dare say l have sstonishei
you. Marian; but really, when l think
what nuisance every thing ISL wonder
don't do something more desperate
than fling book on the table. Marian,
what do you suppose shall do with
myself this Summer. However do
you imagine shall worry through z
Wilma was very intense in the
smallest thing she said or did, SO that
now, when Miss Royse noted how in
teresting the matter was, the girls
pretty emphasis was not at all sur
prisiug.
So Miss Royse laid down her sewing
and prepared to dicuss the subject
matter. in her own especially bright,
and pleasant way.
i am afraid that no lady could Ell
dOrse your oppinion of nuissnces. child
you fortunate child, with youth,
beauty, health aud wealth at your
command. 1t sounds almost absurd to
hear you. of all girls in the wide world
bemosn your inability to know how to
worry through the Summer
Marian Royse had that especial
charm in woman, . sweet, low voice.
and now. ss she spoke, her deliberate
words rang on, like trills of melody.
Wilma smiled and frownej, at the
same instant.
oh. yes, Of course, know there's
the shore and the mountains, the
springs and the woods. and yachting
and foreign touring, and all that; but
Summer after Summer have trod the
same beaten track. seen the same phase
Of society. had all the tolls l wanted,
been paid the same compliments. Oh,
dear, am heart-sick of it ali So now
| you know what mean when l wonder
what is to become of me this Summer.
Miss Royse took q dozen precise
stitches in her strip Of needle work. and
Wilms sat watching the expression Of
the sweet. gravely-placid face-the
dearest face in all the world, Wilma
thought.
Presently Marian smiled over her
needle, then looked up.
March would say ii he heard you,
Wilma Without doubt. he is build
ing high hopes of joining your party
at different resorts. Wilma, do you
think you will marry Mr.. March =
The abrupt, point blank question
brought little rebellious sparkles to
Wilma Vests bright eyes.
Mr. March ! Marian, do you con-
slider me in possession Of my five senses
or notg The idea of my marrying
Percy March! Why. you know 1 can't
endure the sight of him. Such a
solemn, sanctimonicus piece of perfec-
tion as he is Doesn't approve OF
Waiting, doesn't approve Of ladies do
ing this. or that, or doing anything.
Marian, and Wilma suddenly altered
the tones of her voice from extravagant
indignation to most exquisitely charm
ing confideuce-'Marian. I'll tell You
who do like-Doctor Ogden 7
Just a slight futter of the fair hands
that held the needlework. only sharp.
swift, darkning pain in Miss Royse's
eyes at mention Of Tyler Ogdsn's
name -.signs that did not escape Wilma's
eyes.
oh. Marian !-oh. Marian Is it
possible that you have been caring for
my handsome doctor all this time
Marian. dear tell me oil about it,
She was on her knees at Miss Royse's S
side. eager. intense, half hesrt-strick.
en-, rs she looked up into the pure
quiet face. that was very pale and
patient.
There is so little to tell. child. ex-
cept that FIVE years ago was Loctor
Ogden's betrothed wife. and to-day /
am less than nothing to him But /
have always loved him. dear, and the
time seems never to come when the
sound Of bis name can lose it's power
over me! And somehow somehow. 1t
hurt me sorely when you said what
you did; only know no woman can
help loving him who knows him Not
much Of romance, is it. WilmaE'
There Was a little faint quiver in
Marian's voice, and it went straight to
Wilms's sympathetic heart.
| You poor darling Msrian, I did
really like Dotcor Ogdon SO much but
I shall almost hate him when think
he has made you so unhappy. To
think he has been calling here week
after week. and vou have met him a
hundred times, aud yet never suspect.
ed anything! Poor. dear Marian
Let's pack up our things. and get away
from the horr,d men, where the sound
cf Doctor Ogdenis or Percy Marche' 4
name will never come to US will you,
Marisn? vii! you help me dissp-
point them both by hiding somewhere
in the cold, delicious. Questionable
country where even the mail only
comes twice . week r
That was how it came to pass. fort
night later, that the staff of servants at
the private boarding house, Glover
Wills, nestled away up on ledge Ct
shelving rocks among the Catskills.
was augmented by the addition Of two
young women, Annie Smith and Mag
gle Brown, two neat, deft handed. In
telli9ent girls. whom Mrs. Clover. the
landlady. declared were perfect jewels
Of table-waiters and chamber-maids,
and whom the lady boarders were quite
sure were girls who had seen better
days, and were brave enough to earn
| their own living in such practical
way.
Hardly their dearest friends would
have recognized Marian Royse and
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