Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-02-18

and let me take your things of. Albert
win be here this evening, and have 80
much TO tell you first
Agnes Tressiiian looked very beauti-
full In the soft glitter Of the silver can
delabra and the raddy glow Of the fire,
as Barbarine Cliff united her bonnet
strings and loosened the clasps Of her
cloak. Her face was pure perfect oval,
with blue, languid eyes, and lips Of
fresh, vivid scarlet. and her hair fell in
q shining shower OF gold from the hllet
Of blue ribbon that she wore. &
Barbarine Cliffe was what is ordinari-
ly tefmeda pretty girl, but, Barbarine
looked plain and coarse, with her fresh
cheeks and hazel-brown eyes, by the
side Of this blonde sylph.
"Who would have thought, darling"
went on Barbarine, pressing the soft,
dimpled hands in hers, as Agnes sat
smiling before the fire, that Ishould
so soon have claimed your part of our
old schoolgirl compact OF being each
others bridesmaids. hope you will
like him, sAgnes-I don't believe you
can help it--and am sure you will ad-
mire him.
She prattled away in the innocent
fullness of her girl-heart, as she led
Miss Tressilian up to the dainty casket
of little room provided for her, and
Agnes listened, smiling and radiant as
q saint.
.sWell, Barbarine, has she come"'
It was the first question that Albert
Vincent asked, when his betrothed wife
came tripping across the parlor thres-
hold to meet him. Barbarine nodded,
brightly. sss
aPshawl lam sorryr TfsA !.
sAlberti' she reconstructed, almost
inclined to be vexed.
''But we have been SO happy all by
ourselves, Rina. And now this third
one comes to spoil it all.n
s'You will like her SO much, Albert, !"
stshe pleaded.
Z "Shall I?n He shrugged his should
ers little obviously, "Well, for your
sake, Rina, I'll try.n
Barbarine Cliffe smiled triumphantly
to see the unconscious start of admira-
ton that Mr.. Vining gave, when the
parlor door swung open and Miss Tres
silian glided in, robed in dress OF
white cashmere, with blue-velvet
band twisted through her hair-rose-
checked, golden-tressed and beautiful
as q dream. A
"I knew he would admire her."
thought unselfish little Barbarine;
"and oh! am so glad!'
There was no more question OF Miss
Tressilian,s being "a third onen after
this. How gracefully she harmonized
with all their plans-how prettily she
gave her sympathy on whichever side
It was pleaded for. Barbarbine was
happier than ever-and Mr.. Vining,
was he happy? Yes, in sort Of dream,
|. spf fever, or exaltation-something SO
different from all he had previously
known that he scarcely knew by what
name to call it.
Agnes Tressilin went away, after q
months visit to her old school friend,
and Mr.. Vining escorted her to hel
home among the Catskill hills, at Bar
barine's especial request.
t'She is too beautiful to travel alone,
said the bride-elect, land shall feel
easier If you come back and tell me you
saw her safe hOme?"
"What whimsical little woman you
are, Barbarine,n said Mr.. Vining, bu
he obeyed nevertheless.
tsHe will be back tomorrow" though
Barbarine, as she sat down to her EN-
broidery, singing to herself and count
ing the days to her wedding. Only 2
of them now. But when the morrow
came the servant brought hera note q
the hour she had expected Albert Vim
ing himself to arrive-a note tha
fblanched Barbarine's peach blossom Q
a cheek and sent keen stab the poo
little tender heart, as if knife hat
cleft its way in quivering flesh.
He had left her to transfer his recrean
allegiance to Agnes Tressilian--tha
was the upshot Of it all. He did no
love her any longer, since beautiful
Agnes Tressilian's face had dawned up
on his life. g. =.
And Agnes? She had accepted hin
she lied, she was false to the ideal Of th
friendship poor, simple little Barbarin'
had worshiped so blindly.
II will 60 to her" she thought, risin
suddenly up, with her sweet face Q
pale as moonlight snow-drift. II Wi
have the truth from Agnes's own lip
Else never can believe it," 9.st><
Miss Tressilian had not expected eve
again to see the face of the girl she ha
so wickedly wronged. She had though
Barbarine Cliffe would suffer unremor
stratingly, and in silence--but she ha
misiudged matters in this respec
Barbarine could not give up her lif
y.Dpe without at least one struggle.
= lit is not my fault" said Agnes Ire
silian, with toss of the showery golde
ringlets, "that Albert loves me bett,
than he does you. You ought not
blame me-"
4 "Agnes! Agnes!" walled the broke
hearted girl, putting up her tremblir
hands as If she would ward somethil
away from her, "the fascination WI
never on one side alone! You dare n
deny that you stole his heart away fro
me!' & a@ ##
No. Agnes Tressilian dared not d
"a ny it. She colored, bit herlip, and Sc
Il glittering, arrowy ray from her love
blue eyes, that was halfmalice and hs
II triumph.
IA CAT any rate, he is mine now,n sa
III she, exultantly. "In this world of 10y
III the race Is to the swift, and the bait
is to the strong! lam sorry you take
so much to heart, Barbarine Clife-b
IN love will not be controlled or drivenv'
Barbarine rose. quietly up. IT fl
- give you, Anges," she said, gent
I'd 1.-THE time may come when you will
glad to remember thatv 9YTa s
II don't want your forgiveness
flashed back the blonde beauty; II W
not have It'll"
So Agnes Tressilian was married
Albert Vining, the loveliest bride tt