Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-12-15

The girl sank down upon the grAss
EAstern-fasbion, and sat in her faded
brown-hollAnd frock. looking with all her
eyes at cousin KAte's rejected lover
Mark Breton was no longer merely -pa-
pil" in her eyes-a young cub as the
Countess had called the lads who came TO
the RectOry TO read. He was q man-a
hero; he knew by his own sad experience
what Give Newcome felt for Ethel, what
Stephen Guest felt for Maggie Tulliver,
what all her favorite characters in novels
had had to endure. aPoor fellowr she
thought; and her brown eyes filed with
sudden tears.
Don't look so sorry, child,- said Edgar
Of Ravenswood, ,on the whole not ill-pleased
with the situation. "You unman me the
more; and, after all, you cannot under
stand such pain as mine'
''0h. hut can!" declared Sibyl, furtive-
ly drying her eyes. II have read about
it, Of course in Shakespeare. and in novels.
ButH-her voice sank again-"I never
saw or spoke to any one before who was
in love-"
"You have not suspected it all along
them"
mo, indeed-how could 2'And do you
think l would have laughed at you if 1
had known2"
ii am sure you would not.''
You don't look as if you were in love,
you know, Mr.. Breton. And then your
appetite has improved since you first
came. Aunt Anna and 1 have been so
glad to see thatr'
Mark broke into another bitter laugh.
Appetite indeed! If it had been beguiled
into Il temporary forgetfulness of his mis-
cry. what did that prove, pray?
"How must man look in your eyes
then, Miss Kennedy" be asked superbly,
''to prove that he is in lovei"
''Oh, can only see with other peoples
eyes, you KNOW" the girl answered sim
ply-"with Rosaiind's for instance-you
remember what she says to Orlando
There is none of my uncle's marks upon
you; he taught me how to know a man in
love- And then Orlando asks her what
her uncle's marks were; and she says, af
ter some other impertinent little things
about his beard and so on. that, Your
hose should be ungartered, your bonnet
unbranded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your
shoe united, and everything about you
demonstrating a careless desolation. But
you are no such man; you are rather
point-device in all your accoutrements'-
Now you will admit that all this applies
to you just as well as to Orlando, Mr. Bret
ton. Doesn't il? am sure your shoes
are never by any chance united, or your
sleeve unbuttoned. And you wear great
many pretty ties and scarfs-hardly ever
the same one twice-and such nice light
gloves when you go to church, and hand
kerchiefs with such pretty embroidered
monographs. I never saw any one so par.
ticular about his clothes, thinkw
swell, we are not in the Forest of Arden
here, you know" retorted Mark, with
manly liberation Of this pretty nonsense,
which he somehow found amusing even
in the midst of his misery. would you
have me come down stairs in the morning
without brushing my hairl What would
Lady Anna say to that2"
'.She would send you up stairs again,
as she does me sometimes when l pull
off my hat in the hall without looking in
the glass"
They both broke into little laugh, a
little, young, foolish laugh. 1t was very
hard to keep up solemn tone on such a
morning, when the air was fainting with
the smell of the blossoming lilacs, and
sweet with the distant cooing of Sibyrs
white pigeons.
Then they remembered what they had
been talking about, and adjusted their
faces more gravely.
II am very sorry for you, Mr.. Breton"
Sibyl whispered, getting up from the grass
and sitting down on the garden bench by
his side.
Call me Mark then,' suggested the
young man taking her hand.
To be Continued.