Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-06

CulOtlOu VI d uCdlG GudG OucIS W you Cue
most reverent affections? I have loved
you, because beneath this volatile surface
character of yours, | thought I saw
truthfulness and simplicity, purity of
soul, and a warm current of tender,
womanly feelings that would battle with
blessings the whole life of him whose
hand was SO fortunate as to touch its Sc
cret springs. You are an heiresa, and
only a poor student; but it that is the
reason why you treat me SO scornfuliy,
you are less the noble yl:l tI.
bought you"
Sophie's head was averted, and sus-
picious moisture glistened in her eyes as
Harry ceased speaking. All! why is it
that we sometimes hold our highest hap
piness SO lightly carrying it carelessly
in our hands, as though it were but dross,
stalking it all upon an idle caprice.
Then she turned her countenance to-
ward him again, the same hooking light
was in her eyes, the same coquettish
smile breathed from her lips.
"Speaking OF heiresses," said Sophie,
/" there's Helen Myrtle, whose father is
worth twice as much as mine. Perhaps
you had better transfer your attentions to
her, Mr.. Ainslee. The difference in our
dowries would no doubt be quite an in
ducement, and possibly she might con-
slder your case more seriously than I
have done.'
Like an insulted prince, Harry Aims
lee stood up before her-the hot fiery in
dignant blood dashed in a fierce torrent
over his face--his arms crossed tightly
upon his breast, as if to keep his heart
from bursting with uprising indign alton
his lips compressed and his dark eyes
flashing.
Not till he had gone gone without a
single word of explanation, leaving only
a grave goodbye" and the memory of
his pale face to plead for him-did the
thoughtless girl wake to realization of
what she had done. Then Quick, ter
rible fear shot through her heart, and she
would have given every curl on her
brown head to have him beside her one
short moment longer.
"Pshaw! what am I afraid of? He
will be back again within twenty four
hours and as importunate as ever" she
muttcrred to herself, as the street door
closed after him; yet with a sigh that
was half a sob, followed the words. and
could Harry have seen the beautiful pair
OF eyes that watched him so eagerly as he
went along the street, or the bright face
that leaned away out through the parted
blinds with such a wistful look as he dis
appeared, it might have been his turn to
triumph.
In spite of Sophie's prophecy. twenty
four hours did not bring back Harry.
Days matured into weeks and still he
did not come, nor in all that time did she
meet him. And now she began to think
herself quite martyr, and acted accord
ingly. In fact, she did almost what anv
heroine would have done unaer the cir
cumstances-grew pale and interesting.
Mariana began tie suggest the delicacies
to tempt Sophie's palate. s'The poor
dear child was getting so thin.'' In vain
Sophie protested that she had no appe-
tite. eO
In vain papa brought dainty gifts and
piled up costly presents before his pet.
A faint smile OF distracted "thank you''
was the only recompense. If sister Kate
suggested that Harry's absence was in
any manner connected with her altered
demeanor, Sophie would toss her ring
letted head with an air Of indifference.
and go away and cry over it hours at a
time. Everybody thought something was
the tn matter with Sophie Sophie among
the rest,
Her suspense and penitence became
unsupportable at last. Sister Kate who
had come so near the solution of the M vs.
tery--she knew ALSO said Sophie; perhaps
she could Advise her what to do, for to
give up Harry seemed every day more
and more OF an impossibility.
"Will you go into the garden with
me, Kate?" she asked, in trembling
voice, OF her sister one day, about m onth
after her trouble with Harry; 81 have
something OF Importance to tell you.n
$50 away, darling, and I will be with
you in few moments" replied Kate,
casting searching glance at Sophies
flushed cheeks and swollen eyes.
Running swiftly along the garden
paths, as if from fear of pursuit. Sophia
turned aside into her favorite arbor, and
t1lngg1ng herself down on low seat, bur
led Der head among the cool vines, and
gave herself up to paroxysm of passion
ate grief. Soon she heard steps approach
ing, and an arm was twisted tenderly
about her waist, and warm hand was
lad caressingly on her dropping head.
"Oh, Kate, Kate!" she cried, IN the
agony OF her repentance, "pm perfectly
wretched. You dent know why, though
you have come very near guessing two or
three times. Harry and 4"
Here convulsive sob interrupted her.
and the hand upon her head passed over
her disordered curls with gentle
smoothing motion.
Harry and I"-another sob-ouarrel-
ed two OF three weeks ago. was wilful
and rude, just as was natural for me to
be, and he got angry. 1 don't think he
is going to forgive me, for he has not
been here since,"
Sophia felt herself drawn up in a closer
embrace, and was sure Kate pitjed her.
Il would not have owned it to ANYBODY
If 1t had not been just as it is" she con-
tlnued rubbing her little white hands in
to her eyes; ''but think almost love
him almost as do you and father and
mother.
A kiss dropped on sophies glossy
head, and tighter was she held, She
wondered that Kate was so silent. hut