The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-03-23
THE DAILY STAR
A LOVE SKETCH.


not walk into it quietly, weighing my
IDOLS projections against her defects; |
fell in, head and ears, two seconds after
the introduction.
"Mr. Hayes, Miss Arnold" said mu-
tual friend, and 10! was desperately in
love.
She was a little, fairy-like figure, with
iong brown curls flowing over a snowy
neck and shoulders, and falling down on
the waist of an enchanting sky-blue
dress.
Her large dark blue eyes were full of
saucy light; vet oh, how tender and low
ing they could look.
OF all the provoking, tantalizing CO.
quettes that ever teased the heart OF a
poor man, Susy Arnold was the most
bewitching.
would pass an evening with her, and
70 home, certain that one more interview
would make me the happiest of men;
but the next time I met her, cool nod
aud Indifferent glance threw down all
my castles.
She was very cautious.
Not word did she drop to make me
believe that she loved me; and yet her
hand would hnger in mine, her color rise
if I looked my feelings, and her eyes
droop, to be raised again in an instant,
full of laughing defiance.
She declared her intention to be an old
maid most emphatically, and in the next
.antanca would add.
II never did love, but if I should take
fancy to anybody, l should love him
dearly, dearly, though" she would say
carelessly, 81 never saw anybody yet
worth setting my thoughts upon"
| tried in thousand ways to make her
betray some interest in myself.
Propose outright could not.
She had way, whenever l tried it, of
looking in my tace with an air Of grave
attention, of profound interest, that Was
equivalent in its effect Of knocking me
down.
One evening, while there, I was seized
with violent headache.
I told her was subject to such at
tacks, and the gypsy gave me a lecture
on the subject Of health, winding up
with: -s
"The best thing you can do is to get
wife to take care of you, and to keep yon
from over-study. | advise you to do it,
if you cansget anybody to have you."
"Indeedv' l said, rather piqued, "there
are only too many l refrain from a
selection for fear of breaking other
hearts. How fond all the ladies are of
me-" / added, conceitedly, though l
can't see that l am particularly fascinat-
ing"
"Neither can l." said Susy, with an
air of perfect simplicity.
"Can't your said l. 81 hoped-hoped
-" Oh, that dreadfully attentive face
of hers! "That is Miss Susy, l thought
perhaps-oh, my head, my headp'
And l buried my face in the cushion
''Does it ache so very badlyW she
asked, tenderly.
And she put her cool little hands in
among my curls.
I felt the thrill her fingers gave me all
the way to the toes of my boots.
My head being really very painful. / was
obliged to leave, but all the way home
the soft, cool touch of little fingers ling
cred upon my brow.
Soon after this it became ne cessary
for me to leave home on business.
One thing was certain; / could not
leave home for months, perhaps years,
without some answer from Susy.
Full of hope went to Mr.. Arnold's.
Susy was in the parlor at the piano,
alone.
She nodded gayly as l came in, but
continued her song.
1t was. GIVE something sweet to tell
you"
At the words ri love you! I adore
youp' she gave me such glance.
was ready to prostrate myself; but,
sweeping back the curls with laughing
defiance, she warbled:
"But I'm talking in my Sleep"
''Then," / cried, "you love me when
YOU sleep? May think sop
"Oh, yes, if you choose; for Rory
O'Moore says that dreams 60 by contrar.
les, you know"
sat down beside her.
"Ah" l said, slghing, "Rory's lido
dreamed she hated him"
"Yes," said Susy, "that was the differ
ence between his case and yours"
"Miss Arnold, ! came up this evening
to tell you that IL"
How she was glistening.
A bright thought struck me.
/ would tell her of my journey, and in
the emotion she was certain to betray, il
would be easy to declare my love.
Miss Sasy, am going on journey
tomorrow"
She swept her hands across the keys ol
the piano into a stormy polka.
] tried to see her face, but her curls
fell over it.
/ listened for the sobs. I fancied the
music was intended to conceal; but
throwing back the curls with a sudder
loss, she struck the last chord of tht