The daily gazette., 1880-03-11
A Love Sketch.
BY ERNEST LINTON.


"Mr. Hayes, Miss Arnold" said a
mutual friend, and loi was desper-
ately in love.
She was a little, fairy-like figure,
with long brown curls floating 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 yet oh, how tender and
loving they could look +!
OF all the provoking and tantalizing
coquettes that ever teased the heart of
poor man, Susy Arnold was the most
bewitching.
would pass an evening with her,
and go home, certain that one more
interview, would make me the happiest
of men; but the next time / met ler. a
cool nod and 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 linger in mine, her color
rise If looked my feeling, 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 sentence would add
+ 81 never did love, but If l should
take fancy to anybody, I should love
him dearly, dearly, though" she
would say carelessly, ~ never saw
anybody yet worthsetting.my thoughts
upon.' ~ esFa ~ ~
/ tried in thousand ways to make
her betray. some interest in myself.
Propose outright I could not.
She had a way, whenever tried it,
Of looking in my face with an air of
grave attention, of profound interest,
that was equivalent in its effect to
knocking me down.
One evening, while there, | was
seized with violent headache.
told her was subject to such at
tacks, and the gypsy gave me lecture
on the subject of health, winding up
with:
''The best thing you can do is to get
a wife to take care of you, and to keep
you from overstudy. l advise you to
do it. if you can get anybody to have
you" -.4is. .nl .s+fs
'Indeed," I said, rather piqued,
,'there are only too many, ! refrain
from selection for fear Of breaking
other hearts. How fond all the ladies'
are of me-" l added, conceitedly !;
"thoueh / can't see that / am partic-
ularly fascinating" g.a15 boz
"Neither can l." said Susy, with an
air of perfect simplicity. p II aa
Cant you p said l. 81 hoped
hoped" Oh, that dreadfully atten-
tive ia: of hers ! "That is, Miss
Susy, thought, perhaps-oh I my
head, my head ~ lp7luW1 iH .aI
And l buried my face in the cush-
ion. Il g.i'.sW t.. I'd
"Does 1t ache so very badlyl" she ask
ed, tenderly. l,f .t..'.f
And she put her cool little hands in
among my curls.
felt the thrill her fingers gave me all
the way to the toes of boots.
My head being really very painful,
was obliged to leave; but all the way
home the soft, cool touch of little fingers
fingered upon my brow.
SooH after this it became necessary
for me TO leave home Oh 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. r 49,. -,
She nodded gayly as came In, but
continued her song.
1t was, "I've something sweet to tell
you"
At the words 81 love you 1 adore
you!" she gave me such glance. : 1''
l was ready to PROSTATE myself; but
sweeping back the curls with laughing
defiance, she warbled-
"But Pm talking In my sleep"
"Then," cried, "you love me when
you sleep? May. ! think SOP" !
"Ohl yes, IL you choose for Rory o.
More says that dreams go by contraries,
you know"
l sat down beside her.
"Ah!" 1 said, signing, "Rory's idol
dreamed she hated hiin.s y i
ayes, said Susy, "that was the differ.
ence between his case and yours"
"Miss Arnold, ] came up ihis evening
to tell you that I-I--"
( How shet was listeningl FG
+. A bright thought struck me.
would tell her of my journey, and
in the emotion she was certain to be-
tray, 1t weuld be easy to declare my
love.
"Miss susy, I am going on a Journey
to morrow" ~ II al
She swept ker hands across the KEYS
of the piano into a stormy polka.
tried to see her face, but her curls
fell over it.
l listened for the so0s fancied the
music was intended to conceal; but
throwing back the curls. with sudden
toss, she struck the last chord of the
polka, and said, gayly:
"Going away?"
"Y es-for some months"
"Dear me, how distressing! Just stop |
at my linen-draper's as you go home, |
and order me some extra pocket-hand- |
kerchiefs for this melancholy occasion,
"You do not seem to require them," |
| said, rather piqued. 81 shall stay
some mon hs."
"Well, write to pa, won't you? And !
If you get married., or die. or anything,
let us know-dom
81 have an offer to be q partner in a |
bank" L said determined to try her,
"and If accept it, as ] have some |
thought of doing. shall never re-
turn"
Her face did not change.
The old, saucy look was there as |
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