The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1879-12-05
A SECOND THOUGHT.

- on won marry inF, Amy aEkst
Carl Levcrc, in bcscerhing, earnest
tones, an anxious look on his fine face.
mo, think not / am quite sure
not, added Amy Henderson. after "a
second or two of hesitation.
lie looked pleaiingly at her,
But why notF'
al don't love yon." replied the lG-
year-old damsel, with extreme frank
ness.
"Amy, you ats cruel.
Little Amy IIen.lc,s,, i....,nn Il, cry.
81 don't want Ia love. y"u," she
sobbe.l. "l don't kn"w ~i.y should
get married. I'm s"ry happy "a j a.
Mamma says il il time enough lor "a
girl to talk Of inntiimony when she IL
80 years old; uni i'm only 10"
There" interrupted Carl. bitterly.
that will do. looked for sn oe.su, of
14si, -s.al.sinn saaeeta, ~ in ynIir heart.
I find but shallow l,ool r''il'stite back
the shadow Of transicnt events, and
that is all. Goodbye, Amy; forget
that have male fool or myself il
you can
And he strode away, biting his lips
and tearing at his long black mustacl,e
as he went. Amy looked after him
with tears in her blue eyes.
IL don't know what lac means" said
this little, halfblossomed bud Of woman
hood % heraclf. "I'm sorry | have
offended him, but couldn't help itT''
She went back to the house for her
hour of guitar practicing, feeling little
bewildercd, and little regretful, just
as she did when her pet greyhound ran
away from her just at tLe entrance
of the laurel walk, wild sylvan spo;
that overlooked the blue CLEAN of u
lake, Lucia Powell met Mr.. Loyerc,
Lucia had come 10 Edgeton to get Il
rich husband. Lucia liked the ardent
yonAg Carl, and she did not like that
insignificant little mite of an Amy
Henderson," and Lucia, very snugly
shielded behind the trees and bushes
heard every word Of the declaration
of love and its refusal.
"'Strike while the iron is hot !" saiC
she 10 herself. ''There's many a heart
caught in the rebound, and why moi
Carl Levere'si"
So she glided forward with uptnrned
eyes, showing softly beneath their Ions
lashes.
"Mr. Levere, yon are sad, and yol
look troubled" she murmurt.,l, sympa
thetically.
"Troubledl" he echoed moodily
'There's not much in the world bu
troubleT
"And YOU say thatl' cried Lucia
"Youl Now |, who am only woman
might utter it with reason"
Carl looked into her dark face
Strange that he never before knew hoy
beautiful she was.
"Will you take my arm down thi
steep hill, said he, "and tell me wha
you near by those last wordsf luci
knew how TO avnil herself of the golde
tide of opportunity. Carl Levere wa
just In the mood when n man wants II
lief from himself. The upshot Of it Wi
he invited her to 60 out on the lax
after sunset.
: "Don't ask me if there is any OF
else you prefer" sighed Lucia. Il a,
accustomed to put myself in secondar
D position"
: "There's no one / would prefer
: you," said Carl slowly; "no one; at lea
3 nowP
q
!. "Not engaged p cried Amy Hende
/: son, dropping her croquet mallet. "Ca
9 Levere engaged ! don't believe
s word of it p
y ~ saw the ring myself on Luc
,s Powell's finger" said Mrs. Shandi
q "She's told me; she's proud of it, al
a well she may be, for Mr.. I.evere is,
st all odds, the finest young follow
'e Edgeton this season."
t. Amy gave her ball thump with t
E. mallet, not in the least knowing VIII
"a she was about. She went home a,
E. looked into the mirror.
le eyes," she said to herself, ''I thong
Of so I'm only little insignifca
le creature, with pale cheeks, sensel,
b. blue eyes, and hair like flax. M
le Lucia Powell has eyes like black sta
TO and the height of queen. She
m worth loving, but didn't think @
1t would have forgotten me SO soon.
sr And then Amy began to cry-s