Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1880-01-22
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7EE BRIDE ELECT.

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put tup with all his exactions and
whims, said old Mrs. Thorne, with a
troubled cloud upon her usually rosy
and serene face.
But, Aunt Penelope, he loves mel
He has curious way of showing
his love, then, that's all have to 'sayr
And we are to be married next
week, added Kate Thorne. her cheeks
flushing softly, as she spoke.
Then hope marriage will work
the miracle Of change in him. said
Aunt Penelope, tartly. For to speak
the honest truth, unless he does alter
his ways ! do.i't see much chance for
solid happiness for you, my child.
Kate did not answer only by a bright
smile.
Harold Grenfell was trying even
to her. Dearly as she loved him, she
could not feel but mortified at timess,
with his irritable, exacting temper,
his fretting at triAes, and his dispo-
sition to criticise even her slightest
words or actions.
But what girl in love- ever failed
to find excuses for her cavaliers
shortcomings?
The only thing that made Kate un-
happy at the approach of her weddiag
day was Lionel Wilson.
4 wish he wouldn't take it to
heart so, thought Kate, almost re
morsefully. 4 do like him ever SO
much; | might even have loved him
if Harold had not come alons just at
the time he did, and he might, at
least, let me keep him as friend!'
And Aunt Penelope added to the
general uncomfortableness of the
matter by shaking her wise old head
and only wishing Kate had had the
good sense to choose Lionel instead
of that other fellow.
Harold Grenfell was not in the
happies Of humors that night when
he cane rs usual to spend the even
ing with his bridc-elect. He criticised
Kate's dress-her hair-the very
twinkling ornaments she wore in her
ears. 81 = = 2 .-~ Z:
And, Of course, you are the best
Judge of Your own affairs, Katherine,
he added, but don't think it ex-
actly the correct thing for you to be
walking out with Lionel Wilson the
very week before your wedding,
Dear me, Harald?' cried Kate, ma
King double-arcbes of her prettily-
penci!ed brows, i had to go out to
get two more yards of white quilted
ribbon, for my sleeves, and as Lionel
chanced to be walking in the same
direction, Icouldn't very well go on
the other side of the street
oh, of course-of course3 said
Harold, with provoking sarcasm in
his tones. my wishes are of no con-
sequence at all. I always knew thatr
Harold, how can you be so unrea-
sonable. What would you have me
to dog
"A bride-elect has no business with
the attentions of any man except him
who is to be her husband.
Dear Harold, would you transform
the future husband into a tyrannical
jailor? Would you wish to show that
you have neither confidence nor trust
in the woman you have chosen for
your wife,?
i AM much obliged to you,' said
Harold, bitterly, while disagreeable
curve came to his lips. Perhaps
plain speaking is best under all cir
cumstances, but it is not agreeable to
hear that am considered a tyrannical
jailer! s"
Harold! you know very well That
| never meant any such a thing
4 comprehend your insinuations.
Now, Harold coaxed Kate, put
ting her plump little hand on his
shoulder, 'bc good-humored once again
and put away all these disagreeable
suspicious, for
Thanks, once more. Perhaps |
had better take my leave, as / have
become disagreeable.'
he arose ana lett, and Kate tor one
time wasn't sorry.
Harold Grenfell did not like Rates
pride, but he loved her dearly, ard
he said to himself III find means to
bring down her pride and teach her q
lesson vet.
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