Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-02-06
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NOT FOR LOVE OR MARRIAGES.

NOT FOR LOVE OR NARsrAGx
A week has passed BY. am more
in love than ever. l am now satisfied
IS to the thoroughneSS of my passion;
certain that this thorough love of mine
will endure rs long rs my life; that il is
no transient flush TO fade away with
time or absence. Whether my suit be
successful or not this woman will be NV
first and last love.
as yet have made little progress in
the furthering of my desire l see her
every day. because | watch for her com
ing and going; and every time | see her
| lind fresh charms in her face and
graceS in her figure. YET Kenyon WAS
right. Hers is y peculiar Sty,e Of beau
". That pale. pure face. those dark,
dreamy. far-away eyes, are out of the
common run of womanhood II may
be this accounts for the strange fascins.
ton she has for me, Her carriage is
upright and grace III; she walks ALWAYS
NJ the same pace; her face il always
grave, and II seems IL me she seldom
speaks to that old companion or Scr,-
ant who never quits her side am DO.
ginningtn look upon hers as riddle, 3ni.
wonder if the key will over he mine
her. Her name is raul ne-a sweet
and suitable name Pauline March.
She is therefore English. although |
sometimes hear her saying n few words
in Italian TO old Teresa, her servant.
She seems TO know no one, and, SO far
rs can learn. no one knows more about
her than | dol, at least. know she
came from Turin, and that is more
flhaYN yf,s =
still occupy my rooms. waiting my
chance. II IS tanta(izing 10 live in the
same house with the one YOU love end
find no opportunity Of even commenc-
ing the siege. That old Teresa guards
her charge like Thoroughbred Span
ish duenna. Her dark eyes glance
quickly and suSpiciou>ly 1T me when
ever | meet the two women. and bid
them the good-mornins or good-ev, II
ing which fcllow-lodger may venture
upon As yet | have got no further
than these cold civiities. Pauline Scyes
and manner give me no encourage
mcnt. She acknowledges my saluta-
ton grayely, distantly and alphabetically.
1t is clear 10 me that love NJ first sight
is not bound to be reciprocal. com
fort myself by thinking that Fate must
have something in store for me, or
Pauline and would never have beer
brought face to face again.
So all | can do is TO Turk behind the
| thick red curtains of my window and
watch my love, guarded by that old cat
| Teresa. go out and come in. am
obliged now 10 exercise due caution in
this proceeding, as the ducnna once
caught sight of me, and now each time
they pass | see her fierce eye pecring
into my hiding place. am beginning
to hate Teresa.
Yet if | have done little, am in the
same house, breathing the same air as
Pauline. and l am y patient man and
can wait for my opportunity II will
be sure 10 come Mt last
This is how it came One evening |
heard fall. clatter of china and cry
OF distress. | ran out of my room and
found Teresa lying on the stairs amid
the ruins of the landady's best tea set,
and grooming earnestly. Ny CHARGE
had come!
With the shameless hypocrisy of love.
| ran TO her aid as eager TO help her "a
though she had been my mother
cndeavored, in the most tender manner.
TO raise her; but she sank back, wall
ing out something about lone OF 80
foots broke"
II was clear that Teresa's English
was not her strong point; so | asked
her in Italian what was the matter.
She frightened up as she heard her own
language, and | found that she had
sprained her knee so severely that she
was able to rise. | told her that |
would carry her to her room, and with
out more ado picked her up and bore
her upstairs
Pauline was standing on the landing.
Her large dark eyes were opened wide.
her whole appearance that of alright.
paused moment and explained what
had happened. then took the old
woman into the room which she occu-
pied and laid her on the bed The ser
want Of the house was sent for doctor,
and, aS ! retired, Pauline thanked me
quietly, but fancied listlessly, for my
kindness. Those dreamy eyes met
mine, yet scarcely seemed to know il.
Yes, | was obliged to confess it my
goddess was in manner apathetic-but
then. her beauty! Those refined regu-
lar features, the girlsh but well-formcd
figure-the thick brown hair, even those
strange dark eyes Surely there was
no woman in the world 10 compare
with heri
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