Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-07-13

said the girl, recklessly. "And I dc
not deny that like him. But he il
one OF our uncanonized saints. And
am human. I like to dance, to go to
parties, picnics, excursions. delight
in admiration, spirit, life. And" with
an uplifting of her lovely young head,
u do not propose to take the veil dur
ing all the rest of my life under the
pretense OF marrying. He need not
think that because went once or twice
to the evening readings that I intend
to devote the rest of my days to theol-
ogy. am not one of those soft, NAL
leable human creatures who can be
nodded into any shape or form. am
Angela Adams. AND those who cannot
take me just as / am had better let me
entirely alone"
Mrs. Adams looked fairly appalled,.
"Angela u she cried. Daughter
Are you crazy?"
Angela laughed.
Mamma" said she, "I did not in
tend to indulge in such TRADE when
began. But l have only expressed my
real sentiments, and now must go back
to the store, so good-bye"
And with a loving kiss she left the
warm little room where poor Mrs.
Adams spent most of her time on not
particularly comfortable sofa.
Angela Adams was not unlike half
tanned wild animal. Shy, sensitive,
distrustful of herself, almost more than
OF others, capable of almost limitless
affection, yet cold by intervals, her
moods varied with kaleidoscope sud-
denness.
EYES," she said, within herself, ST
love himl But-does he love me? Am
I worthy of place in his heart? Once
enthroned there, am 1 capable of retain
ing my position? For I would rather
never be loved than, once having loved,
to lose my scepter OF command. Doc
tor Buddington is grave, silent, self
contained. am trivial-natured, un.
trained child; nor would I for worlds
have him think me better than l amp
And so, naturally enough, there came
a time when their two natures Jared in
harmoniously.
"Of course, Angel" said Doctor
Buddington, unconsciously using her
name, "you will not go to the Sum
mer Night FestivalP'"
why shouldn't 1 go?" retorted An
Gela, all the rebellious instincts of her
nature rising up against his words.
"All the other shop girls are going.
And the Hudson by moonlight would
be worthy of an artists finest pencil p
"Won't it be rather q mischievous
crowd 2" said Doctor Buddington, criti.
cally.
81 do not plume myself on being an
aristocrat," said Angela, coldly.
1T isn't that, DEAR" argued the doc.
tor. "Bat the Favard girls and Miss
Belmont are going, with their cavaliers
at least 80 am told-and they are
scarcely the associates with whom ]
could wish you to mingle.
"We think differently on that, as on
many other subjects" said Angela.
"Do not go, Angela r. coaxed Docto,
Buddington. "To oblige me, abandon
the festival |"
"Not IP' said Angela, lightly. 81
love music and I am devoted to the
water, and l exult in moonlight.
shall gop
Doctor Buddington looked sadly oil
the sweet, defiant young face. Was
George right, after all? Was there
au inharmonious chord in Angela's ma.
ture which would scatter discord
through their whole future lives?
He was man who, although gentle,
slow to decide, and judicially impartial
was apt, now and again, to act on the
spur of sudden impulse and thus he
spoke.
"Do as you please" said he. "But
remember, Angela, that if you go tc
this summer-night picnic it will be in
defiance of my plainly.expressed
wishes, and I shall interpret it in but
one way"
So he went away, leaving Angels
more determined than ever.
"I am not to be coerced like child,
she said. "And 1 will goP
What glorious night it was The
moonlight like beaming gold, the trees
along the river bank full of mystic
shadows, the band playing Strauss
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