The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1884-09-24
FIRST LOVE.
BY S. B.

Kate Dallas was the prettiest girl
in society that winter.
Peoples ideas of beauty differ as
widely as the poles, but Kate's dewy,
scarlet lips, and pearl-clear complex
ion. with its rich relief of golden
hair and eyes deep, like the petal OF
a larkspur, claimed a sort of alle-
glance from everyone-and l, as
Miss Dallas fiance, of course was
the mark of envy for half the young
men about town. And to tell the
truth, could hardly realize my own
good luck.
She had really promised to be
mine-the fair, graceful young belle
Ito become the beacon star of my
home-the guardian angel of my
lifel / tried to think of these things
when 1 saw her the queen Of the
drawing room circles and the favor
ite where all were fair And | tried,
moreover, to remember them, when
it happened, as it often did, that
Kate was unreasonable or disposed
to be capricious and exacting.
"You are late tonight, Fernan-
dol" she said, pettishly, one even
ing as | came into her presence.
She was looking bewitchingly
pretty, with her cherry lower lip
pouted little, her pretty brow con-
tracted, and a deep carmine flush
upon her cheeks, while the violet
silk dress that she wore made her
blonde beauty even more brilliant
than its natural effect.
Just five minutes, Kate, that's
all !" / apologized, as | sat down
beside her. and drew her little hand
into mine, by way of making peace
with her. But she jerked it petu
lantly awsy.
did you bring the white tea
roses ?"
81 couldn't get them, Katie, upon
my word. There has been a floral
masquerade somewhere up town
and every tea rose is gone. order
ed lot of white violets-they are
sweeter still"
Il don't want them," fretted my
fiance. When say tea roses,
mean tea roses ! "
but, Katie, I'm not magician,
to make flowers blossom at midwin-
ter"
81 won't have the violets, any
wayl" said Kate, tanning herself
violently. Don't sit SO close to me,
Fernando-you have been smok-
ingl" with curl of her pretty lip
and an indescribable grimace OF
disgust.
"Only one cigar, Katie, and sup
posed that the wind would have re-
moved all traces of that long before
| got herel' / confessed, in laughing
contrition.
81 hate cigars "
"But, Katie"
"And you know it, Fernando
Orr!"
Indeed, Katie, 1 didn't intend to
annoy you"
"But you do annoy me-and you
keep annoying me-and@"
"Stop a minute, KatieW There
was a something in her tone that
warned me to protect my own digDi-
ty. "Do you really mean what you
say ?"
"Yes!" she retorted. 81 sup
pose you take me for child. who
don't understand her own words,
but | am not child, and | won't be
treated so F"
Katiel"
And | won't be scolded either"
went on the spoiled child, Struggling
up her shoulders. "I'll never mar
~ man that won't indulge me and
look up to me, and let me have my
own way in everything. / can't bear
to be snubbed, and governed. and
scolded, and | won't-I'll break the
engagement first! "
"Are you in earnest ?" | asked,
gravely.
She tore the diamond ring from
her fore-fnger. and gave it back to
me.
"There she said defantly. 81
am free from mans tyranny now, at
all events /"
Perhaps she thought / would in
sist on her retaining the sparkling
token of our engagement-perhaps
she expected pretty little scene,
wherein l should go down on my
knees, and ask pardon for my cigar
and the missing tea roses, and the
FIVE minutes of tardiness, and the
various other delinquincies of which
l had most undoubtedly been gull
ty. Buff any such impression had
taken possession of her mind, she
was very soon disabused of it. /
had already endured enough to
bring me to the limits of my pa
thence, and rose quietly up.
"Good-by, then, Katie!"
"Good by, Mr.. Orr!"
stopped at the door and then
turned round.
Katie, if you should think bet
ter of this during the next week l
will come to you any time you
choose to send for me-"
You needn't trouble yourself"
said Kate, haughtily ; Il shall not
send,"
So we parted for fifteen long
wears. It was Loves first young
dream with me, and l was a little in
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