The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-11-11
Was it Fate?

Wilma 1alu uGT DOOA puutChiJ No"HS
and the emphasis of the act made Miss
Royse look up, inquiringly.
Eyes, I dare say l have astonished you,
Marian; but really, when 1 think what
nuisance everything is, ! wonder l don't
do something more desperate than finging
a book OH the table. Marian, what do you
suppose I shall do with myself this sum
mer How ever do you imagine l shall
worry through"
Wilma was very intense in the smallest
thing she said or did, SO that now, when
Miss Royse noted how interesting the
matter was, the girls pretty emphasis was
mot at all surprising.
So Miss Royse laid down her sewing,
and prepared to discuss the subject-mat-
ter, in her own especially bright pleasant
way.
II am afraid no lady could indorse your
opinion of nuisances child-you fortunate
child, with youth, beauty, health and
wealth at command, it sounds almost alb
surd to hear you, of all girls in the wide
world, bemoan your inability to know how
to worry through the summer
Marian Royse had that especial charm
in woman, sweet, low voice, and now,
as she spoke, her deliberate words rang
out like little trills of melody.
Wilma smiled and frowned, at the same
instant
"Oh, yes, of course, Marian, I 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 toilets l wanted, been paid the
same compliments. Oh, dear, I m heart
sick of it all! So now you know what l
mean when wonder what is to become of
me this SUMNER
Miss Royse took dozen precise stitches
in her strip of needlework, and Wilma Sat
watching the expression on the swee'
gravely placid face-the dearest face in al
the world, Wilma thought.
Presently, Marian smiled over her needle,
then looked mp.
81 was just wondering what Mr.. Marcl
would say if he heard you, Wilma. With
out doubt, he is building very high hope'
| of joining your party at different resorts
Wilma, do you think you will marry Mr.
March 7"
The abrupt, point-blank question
brought little rebellious sparkles 10 Wilm'
Vests bright eyes.
"Mr. March! Marian, do you conside
me in the possession of my five senses o
not p? The idea of my marrying Perc!
March! Why, you know I can't endur
the sight of him. Such solemn, sancti
monious piece of perfection as he is
Doesn't approve of waltzing, doesn'
approve of ladies doing this, or doin,
that, or doing anything. Marian" ant
Wilma suddenly altered the tones of he
voice from extravagant indignation t.
most exquisitely charming confidence
sMarian, III tell you who do like-Doc
tor Ogden!"
Justa slight futter of the fair hand
that held the needlework, only sharp
swift, darkening pain in Miss Royse'
eyes at mention of Tyler OgdenFs nam
- signs that did not escape Wilma
eyes.
"Oh Marian !-oh, 1fdFiani Is it pos
sible you have been caring for my hand
some doctor all the time +? Marian, dea,
tell me all about it,"
She was on her knees at Miss Royse
side, eager, Interested, half heart. stricken
as she looked up in the pure, quiet face
that was very pale and patient
"There is SO little to tell, child, exceI
that FIVE years ago was Doctor Ogden
betrothed wife, and to day am less tina
nothing to him But have always lore