The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1879-12-11
A SECOND THOUGHT.
AY A. o. H.

ZONES, an ADXlOuS look on Ills me lace.
''No. I think not-I am quite sure
not" added Amy Henderson, after
second or two of hesitation.
He looked pleadingly at her.
"But why not?"
II don't love you," replied the 16.
year-old girl with extreme frankness.
t'Amy, you are cruel"
Little Amy Henderson began to cry.
II don't want to love you," she Sob
bed. II don't know why I should get
married. am very happy as am.
Mamma says it is time enough for
girl to talk of matrimony when she is
twenty years old, and I'm only six
teen."
"There," interrupted Carl, bitterly,
"that will do. I looked for an ocean OF
deep, solemn sweetness in your heart;
I find but shallow pool, rejecting back
but the shadow of transient events, and
that is ali. Goodbye, Amy; forget that
I have made fool of myself ii you
can"
And he strobe away, biting his lips
and tearing at his long black moustache
as he went. Amy looked after him
with tears in her blue eyes.
II don't know what he MEANS" said
this little half-blossomed bud of woman
hood to herself. "Tm sorry I've offend
ed him; but couldn't help it,
She went back to the house for her
hour of guitar practising, feeling little
bewildered and little regretful, just as
she did when her pet greyhound ran
away from her. Just at the entrance
of the laurel walk. wild, sylvan spot,
that overlooked the blue CLEAN of a
lake, Lucia Powell met Mr.. Levere.
Lucia had come to Edgerton to get a
rich husband. Lucia liked the ardent
young Carl, and she did not like that
insignificant little mite of an Amy
Henderson," and Lucia, very snugly
shielded behind the trees and bushes,
had heard every word of the declara-
ton OF love, and its refusal.
"Strike while the iron is hot" said
she to herself. "There's many heart
caught in the rebound, and why not
Carl Levere's?"
So she glided forward with upturned
eyes showing softly beneath their long
lashes.
''Mr. Levere. you are sad, and you
look troubled" she murmered sympa-
thetically.
s'Troubled!" ne echoed, moodily;
there's not much in the world but
troubled"
"And you say that?" cried Lucia.
"You! Now I, who am woman, might
utter it with reason"
Carl looked into her dark face.
Strange that he never before knew how
beautiful she was.
"Will you take my arm down this
steep HILL" said he, land tell me what
you mean by those last words?" Lucia
knew how to avail herself of the gold
en- tide of opportunity. Carl Levere
was just in the mood when a man wants
relief from himself. The upshot of it
was that he invited her to 90 out on the
lake after sunset.
"Don't ask me, if there is anyone
else you PREFER" sighed Lucia. II am
accustomed to put myself in second
ary position"
"There's no one I would prefer to
you," said Carl slowly; mo one; at least
now!"
x X X
mot engaged" cried Amy Hender-
son, dropping her croquet mallet.
carl Levere engaged! I don't kelieve
q word of it!'
II saw the ring myself on Lucia
Powell's finger" said Mrs. Snandie.
"She's told me; she's proud Of it, and
we'll she may be, for Mr.. Levere is, by
all odds, the finest young fellow 1T
Edgerton this season."
Amy gave her ball thump with the
mallet, not in the least knowing what
she was about. She went home and
looked into the mirror.
eyes," she said to herself, II thought
so! Pm only little insignificant crea-
ture, with pale cheeks senseless blue
eyes, and hair like fax. Miss Lucia
Powell has eyes like black stars. and
the height of queen. She is worth Low.
ing, but didn't think Carl would have
forgotten me so soon."
And then Amy began to cry-she did
contemplated nuptiais of the wealthy
Carl and the beauty of the season
made plenty of gossip and sensation. L
found its way into the papers, no one
knew how--except, perhaps, Miss
Lucia. Carl was indignant enough, bu
Lucia only laughed.
"Never mind, dear CARL" she said
"People will talk, and, after all, they
don't mean any HARM"
But one beautiful September morn
ing Miss Powel's seat at the breakfas
table was vacant; and scarcely had tina
fact been observed when some one crie(
out
"Why, Maj. Dace is gone tool"
Undeniably. it was awkward for thu
bridegroom-elect. Still more so whe1
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