Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-06-19

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produced by his appearances soon drew
the attention of Miss Cameron. and. at
her request, he was brought within the
charmed circle of her eoterie. His ex-
ertions to please her were grand sue
cess. They were partners in the
dance, they prOmenaded together. He
accompanied her 10 the supper table.
In fact he was by her side the whole
evening and, at the close Of the enter
tainment, escorted her TO her carriage.
They parted with warm pressure of
the hand, and an understanding that
they were to see each other the next
day.
Tim was well pleased with the i'm
preston he had made, and did not fail
to follow up his good fortune by call
ing on the lady in the morning. He
found her so beautiful in the soft light
of the drawing-room, so charmingly
interesting in her merry chat about
the pleasant evening they had spent
together, that he half repented of his
cruel design, and when at his desire
she took up her guitar and sang to him
her plaintive melody. and the passion,
the tenderness she threw into the in
strument's low tones were too much
for Tins manly heart to bear. Under
the influence of strong excitement he
babe Lucille adieu and, when away
from her presence, felt the full force of
the danger he had encountered. What
wonder is il" he thought, "that Door,
susceptible Con tell under the spell of
this Gree, when /, so much stronger,
have scarcely escaped her!'
On the way to his hotel, Tim met
his friend, who cried out to him: You
had better look out, old fellow! 1t is
dangerous to trife with edged toolsi
very much fear you will be the victim
Instead of the victor in the mad game
you are playing!"
"Never fear for me!' Tim replied,
as he kissed his hand and passed on.
Tim Oliver became Miss Cameron's
shadow. and, truth to tell, he began to
take more interest in the lady than he
cared to own, even to himself. Lu-
cille always welcomed him with her
brightest smiles, and seemed to live
but in his presence.
Under the trees in the moonlit park
one evening they had sat down to rest
after long ramble. Lucille was pen
sively plucking the leaves from flow
er, while Tim was toying with her
ivory fan.
"Of what are you thinking, my fair
friend?' he asked, as his eyes rested
upon her beautiful couptenance.
"Of my parting from you, dear Mr..
Oliver. grieve to think that fearful
time will be here tomorrow
"Will you regret me?"
Regret you! Rather ask me how I
shall endure existence without your
Tim took her hand, pressed it to his
lips, and for moment retained it in
lingering grasp; then he cast it from
him as he exclaimed:
"Why, what 4 scene we are having
here! What pity such good acting
should be lost! Can we not manage to
have public performance"
AS soon as this cruel speech was
spoken Tim felt like u criminal. He
glanced up, expecting to be annihilat-
ed with lightning from her eyes, to
hear her utter bitter words and re-
proach him with his baseness, but. in
stead of that, she looked him full in
the face, and in the moonlight he saw
tears gather in her eyes. Slowly they
gathered there, and she did not wipe
them away, but let them fall one BY
one. The light in her brilliant eyes
softened. She gazed reproachfully at
Tim, and .he--wcll, he fell at her feet,
implored her forgiveness, told her he
loved her, and in another moment was
kissing her tears away and calling her
his own, for she had promised to be
his wife!