Stevens County tribune. (Morris, Minn.) 1877-1880, 1878-06-20

muttered, with her hands pressed over
her ears. 1.-THE idiotsl TIE faunt their
happiness in my FACET
Later, the rising moon saw a slight
figure standing on the long upper bal
ceny; saw the flushed, fearful face, the
wild eyes, the passionate gestures. The
fall of oars reached her. A mellow voice
sang bar of tender French love
song. Juliette listened, with a bitter
smile on her lips.
"Cousin Juliettei !" called soft voice.
Juliette shivered; the fire died out of
her ewes; she drew long sigh, and in a
minute stepped into Agatha's pretty
boudoir, which opened on the balcony.
"Why, you naughty Juliettel' cried
Agatha, with wide-opcn eyes of surprise.
III thought you were sound asleep. You
are cold, child. Dear, what . careless
girl it is, to be sure !"
And so, with playful, tender Gliding.
she made her SIT down IN an arm-chir,
and brought a rich crimson shawl, wrap
ped in which she looked like gorgeous
flower, with her large eyes and shining
hair.
Agatha was little remorseful. She
had been vexed with Juliette because
she had tried to firt with Robert-been
trife jealous of Robert, which was I'M
speakably absurd. And so she meant,
innocently enough, to make it up by be-
ing very good to her. And, therefore,
Jaliette's first speach Jared upon her a
little.
6 Don't trouble yourself about me.
I'm not like you. I'm used to cold, and
damp, and discomfort"
Agatha had dim sense of the satire
in this; but she said gently, and with her
pretty air of authority, "Bnt, indeed,
dear, you must take care of yourself.
Why, your cheeks are burning with fever
now" And Agatha started at the conf
tact of her cool, soft hands.
,"What differnce does it make2' asked
Juliette, impatiently. When one is
poor, one may as we'll die. What do you
know about life, Agatha2 What is the
cold to you, with your rich robes, and
your velvet-cushioned carriages, and your
house, where it is always summer? Why,
1 had to pinch myself in coal all last
winter, and shall have to do it next. /
hate povertv-I hate, hate it! !. It's the
worst thing in the world. Why did Ged
make me poor and make me, nate it so?
I think it's wicked. Why should some
people have more money than they know
what to do with, and some people have
to be slaves for the Door crusts and rags
that they get?"
Agatha's fair, high bred face wore a
shocked expression as she heard these
wild words.
''The rich can't help being rich," she
said, perplexed.
81 didn't say they could" answered
Juliette, the fire in her eyes dying down
to smoldering flame.
"And am sure most rich people are
generous. know try to be-"
Juliette stirred impatiently. But
Agatha did not mind it. She went on to
preach very pretty little sermon on the
duty of being resigned to circumstances,
and the ennobling effect of adversely up
on the character. And she quite be-
lieved all she said, and got very eloquent
before she closed. But glancing at Jul
iette-, whose fire had gone out, and left
only pale gray ashes-a new thought
came.
Poor child She has no home, no
money, no lover Perhaps shouldn't
be any better than she if I were in her
place."
Some dim sense of the differences in
life grew upon Agatha from that night
She would fain have been more kind
| more tender toward Juliette. But the
hayward girl repealed her. She seemed
harder, more reticent; her voice had 8
sharper edge; her smile was like sunshine
upon steel.
And Agatha was uncomfortable. Some.
thing of this she had tried to say to
Robert, and he had smilingly piDched
her checks, and told her she was fool.
ish little thermometer made to register
other peoples moods. As for him, he
looked at the sparkling creature with &
mans eyes, eyes that noted every charm
and were blind to all defects. And she
teased, allured, and coquetted with him
till he lost his head. Not very much o.
head at the outset. 1t held fair share
of brains, and had had culture. He wa!
gentleman, was travelled. polished
agreeable.
"a passionate fellow, but not the demi
god Agatha thinks him." reflected JUL
cite. "But then Agatha is in low
: and II am not"
Yet the demon pursued her with thu
question--to do, or not to do9 On tn
one hand. Robert Fielding and luxury
on the other. her music teachingl
And while she deliberated she slippet
daily nearer and nearer the edge of tn
: fatal gulf. Tenderness died In her heart
II gave her cruel Joy to see this incon
sistant heart drift slowly, surely fror
! its true allegiance. and lie helpless q
! last, and quite at her mercy.
1t was curious delight, too, to waite
has pangs. For Juliette tortured h1r
| with her caprices, wrung his heart wit
her GOODNESS; and, finally, when he wa
e quite conquered, and forgot fealty an
honor in his wild passion, she affected
: doubt him. cad
"You fancied you loved Agatha, 20
, know" she said, coolly. "Poor Agaths
I wonder if she will break her heart owe
itw
"Heaven knews, hope not!" he saiC
bitterly. 81 am not worth It'll"
"And yet You think yourself goo
: enough for me!'' Ga
She walked away from him, and stoo
leaning against vine-wreathed pilla
: as lovely ia the moonlight as Gree
!. goddess.
I beautiful JuIietteI No one is goo
: enough for you'll"
She laughed softly. She had kee
delight in her own charms. Why seer
him for bowling before them?
0If I thought Agatha would not mind