Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-03-13
WAS " FATEe,


Eyes, l dare say I have astonish
, ed you, Marian but really, when
5 think what a nuisance everythin,
} is, wonder [ don't do somethin,
more desperate than fiinging bool
on the table. Marian, what do vel
suppose l shall do with myself tfi
summer =? How ever do yeu i'm
agine | shall worry through ?''
Wilma was very intense in tht
smallest thing she said or did, 81
that now, when Miss Royse notee
how interesting the matter was, the
girls pretty emphasis was not at al
surprising. -rs.
! So Miss Royse laid down hel
sewing, and prepared to discuss the
subject-matter, in her own especial
ly bright, pleasant way.
81 am afraid no lady could in-
dorse your opinion of nulsances,
child-you fortunate child, with
youth, beauty, health and wealth al
command, itSounds almost absurd
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, a sweet, low voice,
and now, as she spoke, her deliber-
ate words rang ont like little thrills
of melody.
Wilma smiled and frowned, at
the same instant. - ~e -
s'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 sane com
plimcnts. Oh, dear, l am heart
sick Of it all /! So now you know
what | mean when | wonder what
is to become of me this summer"
Miss Royse took a dozen precise
stitches in her strip of needlcwork,
and Wilma sat watching the ex-
preston on the sweet gravcly face
the dearest face in all the world,
Wilma thought.
Presently, Marian smiled over
her needle, then looked up.
81 was just wondering what Mr..
March would say it he heard you,
Wilma. Without doubt, he is
building very high hopes of joining
your party aS different resorts
Wilma, do you think you will mar
~ Mr.. March %
The abrupt, point blank question
brought little rebellious sparkles to
Wilma Vests bright eyes.
,'Mr. March! Marian, do you
consider me in the possession of my
five senses or not ? The idea of my
marrying Rercy March why, you
know, | can't endure the sight of
him. Such solemn, sanc:imoni-
GUS piece of perfection as he is
Doesn't approve of waltzing,
doesn't approve of ladies doing
this, or doing that, or doing any
thing Marian," and Wilma sud
denly altered the tones of her voice
from extravagant Indignation to
most exquisitely charming conf
dence-"Marian, I'll tell you who
l do like-Doctor Ogden!"
just a slight fiutter of the fair
hapds that held the necdlework,
only sharp, swift, darkening pain
in Miss Royse's eyes at mention of
Tyler Ogden's name-signs that
did not escape Wilma's eyes.
"Oh, Marian i oh, Marian !!
Is it possible you have been caring
for my handsome doctor all this
time? Marian, dear, tell me all
abont it.
She was on her knees at Miss
Royse's side, eager, interested, half
heart-stricken, as she looked up in
the pure, quiet face, that was very
pale ard patient
''There is so little to tell, child,
except that five years ago l was
DIR. 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 his natne can
lose its power over me! And
somehow somehow, it hurt me
sorely when you said what you did;
only l know no woman can help
loving him who knows him. Not
much of romance is it.
There was a little, faint culver
in Marian's voice, and it went
straight to Wilina's1 sympathetic
heart.
You poor darling /! Marian, I
did really like Doctor SO much but
l know | shall almost hate him
when l think he has made YOU 80
unhappy. To think he has been
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