Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-16
she not also Hailburtona To wait in a

she not also Hailburtona To wait in a
damp parlor on rainy mornings, while
little Miss Shody could be coaxed to
take her lesson; to submit to insolent
patronage: to sit up till midnight. prac-
'lclng to play at parties when other
people danced; in fine, to be among all
the light. and beauty, and pleasure of the
world-to see it all 60 by, and get none
OF 1t! How would Agatha like that2
Her fortune! 1t was fatigue, drudgery,
lnsolence, loneliness, poverty! That was
| her fortune! And Agatha's was to sit
still, and be admlren--tO wear beautiful
dresses and splendid jewels---to float by
as an angel might IN the soft upper air,
while the common crowd toile6, and suf-
tered, and wranglcd below. And, more
than all--what sea Of bitterness tossed
in the girls heart at the thought! Ag-
4 athas fortune was to love and be below
ed
| Yet he smiled as he looked at me
tonight" murmureed Juliette, as a
thread of melody softly unwound into
the silence. Il pleased his eyes; could
! win his heart; | could bring him to my
feet, if l had 10000 pounds! As it is
why not trya'
A chill ran over her. Shc looked over
her shoulder, half expecting to see a demon
at her elbow. Poor girl! There was
I nothing worse near her than the envy
and hate in her own heart. She shut
down the piano lid with crash, and fled
catching as she went the couing sound of
the lovers voices.
1T will make me mad--mad!" she
muttered, with her hands pressed over
her ears. "The idiots! To faunt their
happiness in my facet"
! Later, the rising moon saw slight
| figure standing on the long upper bal.
cony; 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. Juliettc listened, with a bitter
smile on her lips.
"Cousin Juliette!" called soft voice.
| Juliette shivered; the fire died out of
her eyes; she drew long sigh, and in a
minute stepped into Agathas pretty
boudoir, which opened on the balcony.
"Why, you naughty Juliette!' cried
Agatha, with wide-opcn eyes OF surprise.
Il thought you were sound asleep. You
are cold, child. Dear, what a carel ess
| girl it is, to be surer'
And so, with playful, tender Gliding
she made her sit down IN an arm-chlr,
and brought rich crimson shawl, wrap
ped in which sh., 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
trit1e jealous of Robert, which was un-
speakably absurd. And so she meant,
lnnocently enough, to make it up by be-
ing very good to her. And, therefore,
JuIiette's first speach Jared upon her a
little.
Don't trouble yourself about me.
I'm net like you. I'm used to cold, and
damp, and discomfort
Agatha had dim sense of the satire
in this; but she sai.t gently. and with her
pretty air Of authority, "But, indee d,
dear, you must take care Of yourself
Why, your cheeks are burning with fever
now And Agatha started at the cont
tact of her cooi, soft bands.
"What dlffernce does it make?' asked
Juliette, impatiently. When one is
poor, one may as we'll die. What do you
know about life, Agatha! What is the
cold to you, with your rich robes, and
your velvet-cushioned carriages, and your
house, where it is always summer Why,
I 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 God
make me poor and make me late it 500
| 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 poor crusts and rags
that they get?'
Agatha's fair, high.bred face wore q
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 fame.
"And | am sure most rich people are
generous. | know try to be-
Julette 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 enrolling 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 / 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 mad a
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 pinched
her checks, and told her she was fool
ish little thermometer made to register
other DeODle's moods. AS for him he