Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-05-20

mother rsoommended. but with = ar
ferent end In view. And here was fhe p,eas-
ing originality Of her Life; uhs ussd worldly
ms<hois for most dnuc<Idly enda he
polizh, The graors, ~ social a<<racl1cns, o.
aocomphshnenfz, llkerzt1rs al wit whi1k
sainis eifher dsrpiss q at best only toler1e,
de used e. the very ma11rial out o. which
her noble purpose must be woven And 20
shs remained rather worldly than othsrwise
on Tie face Of bsr liz. and serious psopls
declared she needed Conversion But In the
secret interior Of her intentions she was truly
devoted, trying, BY the spen Of beautiful
vomanhood, TO make thoss with whom she
lived better end happier. Certain wiss men
explain the miracle Of Pentecost q having
lain In the ears that heard, not In the tongues
that 81 oke, the listeners clothing the speech
with a sense Of their own. So worldly, good
humored Mr.. Barbara Temple said her
shrewd say; but the words, ss they pattered
from her lips, caught from the daughters
finer ear music and . meaning which the
speaker never understood.
With slow delight, with many q blush,
with stolen giances and few shy words, the
courtship of Percival and Sophia progressed,
and each had commended the other In their
inmost souls long before any love was en-
pressed Brent senior had quite recovered
his spirits in the presence Of Nra Barbara
Temple, and his essy moved laughter was
heard in dining room and drawing room as
Of old Accordingly, TO and fro, from house
to house the families went; and the young
people had plenty Of occasions Of making
love, though it was as yet love unspoken.
There are, then, two schools Of lovers
those who plunge, and those who inch; and
those who plunge are wise, but those who
inch are wiser.
Percival, either by foresight or simply
through circumstance, was an 1inchsr.s
Pleasant work be found It But is Q grave
history like mine to detail every nod, glance,
bush, smile, sigh, and 20 ont or are grave
students like my readers to be % trifled
With Let me, with wise reserve, be con-
tent, for this chapter at least with one
closing scene.
End Of January. Weather, much rain and
windy; time, S:15 p. m; scene, dining room
1t Mrs Barbara Temples; persons present,
Percival and Sophia. Mark, reader, thsy
have been here since the rest rose from lunch,
talking about anything or nothing, but grow
ing warmer--at least Percival was growing
warmer-every moment He believes the
sour has come So stand the two at the win
dow, watching the drops that course down
the panes, and idly racing drop against drop.
Sophia wins three drops running.
1Ah, = Percival remarks with . sigh, ait Is
no use. lean never stand against you.n
Sophia thinks she understands this, and
sighs, too, family, blushes about the thou
sandth part of tint, droops her head about
the millionth part Of an inch. He sees all
"What a stormy dayn he says next
every stormy
aAnd yet it does not seem dull, not In
here, does itF' Artful young mani he low
cred his voice toward the end of the sentence,
as il the very walls must not hear, but she
only.
ooh, no; it does mot seem a bit dull in
here,n she. responds There is regular
lovers way of saying the same thing to
and fro; the simpletons mean to intimate
their entire oneness in all things, spoken or
thought ~ e
Sophia looked very lovely Just at that mo
ment, with the fear that Is Joy lowering over
her, casting lights on her eyes, fushes on her
cheek, and making her every slightest mo
tion tender and gentle. he feels that now
he is full in the sway Of the whirlpool; on
and on be win be borne until be has told
her all.
Something very singular happened to me
in Australia, Percival says, bending nearer
to her; something am half afraid to
speak off,
Here he stops.
4Tell me about II, Y SHE whispers, oh, 90 low,
50 deliciouslyi She meant: Anything ycn
you are going to say.
ut was something 60 strange, 50 unforeseeni
One Of those things which happen we cannot
tell how, leading to we cannot tell what
He stopped again. Again she murmured
one Of those sentences which women never
speak but to one ear only, unbaring their
hearts.
aTell me about II.
aWhile was in Australia fell in love
with girl, who is the queen Of my heart,
and shall be till die. I"
Her posture never changed, not by the
movement Of q finger; and / do not think the
sharpest watcher would have seen quiver
Of her eyelid or q tremor Of her lip. But the
life went from her face and eyes, and the
fear that is joy vanished, leaving behind the
fear that Is fear indeed
aAre the girls-the girls--in Australia
very prettyT she inquired, IN Q death-like
voice @
The next moment she would be In his
arms; the next moment his kiss would have
dropped in burning seal ON her lips; the
next moment she would have been his, de-
clared SO by signs which even her modesty
could not have hidden. Alas, how short Is
the space allotted to whispering. blushing
love in this rough world Just then the
dining room door opened, and in rushed little
Mr.. Brent, roaring with laughter, stamping
on the floor, choking, rubbing his hands
And Mrs Barbara Temple followed laugh
ing, but not In his fashion
aAnd them Y cried the parson between his
rapturous bursts, 1then, without another
word, down sat the dean, looking 80 import
ant, 50 digni6ed, 50 reproving- just like an
angry turkey cock, ! assure you, Mrs Tenn
Die. Down be sat on his new hat crash it
was stove ir--his new hati And up he
jumps again, and exclaims: Bless me, my
bltfn
Rosy with his bcisterous mirth, he went up
and down; not knowing what he had done,
though quick-eyed Mrs. Temple suspected,
and would have withdrawn. Percival
looked inexpresdbly discounted. Who should
make the next movef It was Sophia
4Good to have merry heart, Mr. Brentf'
she said, smiling at him in way which
showed he told bis son as they went home
that she at least enjoyed the story. And che
darted from the room. But Percival could
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