The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1881-02-15

Bat Lore hath bisssonod ctrrnAlly." FC
-Rose Terry.
Guy Westcote sat OH the sofa, indo
lently persuing the morning psper,
aud ever and anon watching his fair
betrothed, Berthe Sheldon, who sat
bcsides him iaxily sketching sculpt-
ured Ciyt Oh the manteh
A handsome brunette in O pretty
home dress OF black and scarlet, with
knot OF scarlet buds at her throat
aud in her coronsl Of black hair had
jusl entered the parlor.
"6hall we congratulate you,
Sophy2' asked BerIie, looking up
IRON her Clyte.
Sophy Anies shook her head with
little shrug that was meant TO ex-
press unspeakable pity for the re-
jecled lover whose departing loot
stcps even then were heard on the
cracking ice OF the pavements outside.
"Oh, Sophyl thought you loved
him |" calculated BERTHE. w
A bitter emile for al instant quiv-
cred across tho girl's proud lips, and
then was gone.
IL honor your decision, 6ophy,""
said Guy Wescote, looking up from
his paper .Clement is due fellow,
very handsome, q rising young man,
aud all that sort Of thing; but bis
parentage Ia bad-viciously bad.
would never marry one upon whose
ancestry there was o STAIN"
Mot if you loved her1" queried
BERTHE. smiling up into her face.
could not love her, unlesa l had
been deceived and, being deceived,
my love Of course would come
to an end"
"Bui, suppose ,you had married
such one before you knew !" per.
slated Berthe, who was In the flush Of
the sweet romance that has gilded al
our lives ill twenty.
"The knowledge would be my
bane," answered her lover. "We
should both DO miserable, and un
doubtedly come TO hate each other
ana eventually separate"
BERTHE looked ineffsbly shocked.
III suppose l." she began.
"There, there, pet" he interrupted
her, putting his soft, shapely hant
over her saucy lips; "you are all de
sire. You haye come of race q
proud and pure rs my own, and
shall love you alwaysl
Sophy Ames standing at tho win
dow, had heard 1t all. Her eye
were blazing, and her nervous finger
had torn, one by one, the scarlet bud
from her hair, and were scslterini
them in fragrant Fragments oyer tn
velvet carpet. She was thinking 0
the few days by q summer sea whel
Guy Wescote had whispered to he
sweet nothing on the moonhghte
strand before her seraph-faced cousi
BERTHE had come to spoil her dream
81 Shb had deemed him then NOR
, than half her lover; and yet-al
: well ! In the laughing watching eye
ON his new love, he could speak {
the past as we all speak of thin
that was but the tritc pleasures ola
hour.
"How Is auntie I" she asked, GROVE
ing down her agitation. and turnin
quietly enough toward Bertie an
her lover.
"Oh, mamma Is much better. 81
says she will be quite well to-mo
a row."
\ The words had scarcely left he
y lips, whom the door opened suddenl.
a servant, with a white scared fac
summoned BERTHE hurredly TO Il
: chamber Of the rich, pristocratic an
widowed Mrs. Sheldon.
\ She was lying back among the pi
lows, gasping for breath, and the
was an ashy pallor on her waste
face, and an unearthly- look In h
iiinmiug eyes that BERTHE knew 1
stincily only came with death.
kiss me farewell, my child / a
going fast,n she murmured. IA
!, now 70 and call Sophy. She and h
q good doctor here must be with n
alene for a time.R