The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1889-10-12

three black BerkSh1res," when she
unwillingly comes to the conclusion
that the mutilated words are. "Mem.
on the old sty;" whereupon In fit oi
disgust she pronounces her brother tn
be utterly uninteresting and heartless.
Miss Vivian's aunt, Mrs. Maitland,
remains apparently blind to the con-
stant meetings in meadow and glen and
pursues her daily round of self-praise
and glorifcation with vigor and
energy that cause her to be the mingled
terror and delight of all the young
people in the neighborhood, while
Bingo lives in fairyland-and Miss
Vivianp
Miss Vivian is shy and sweet and
seventeen. King Midas touched her
hair when she was born, and turned
its luxuriant wealth to FURNISHED gold,
and the Elf OF the roses famed her
cheeks as she slept, until the snowy
surface blushed. Very dainty and
sweet she looks in her white dress with
its black and white ribbons, and with
the great bunch of white roses at her
throat. Very dainty and demure. very
fair and bright and girlish; but, ah!
Bingo! Bingo! are your eyes blinded by
the intensity of your love that you fail
to miss one charm of budding woman
hood?-that you fail to note that to
Etie's cheek comes neither paleness
nor color when you address herP She
is sweet, Bingo, and very gentle; but
her sweetness is not to be your portion.
Many miles away there is a certain
Prussian officer who won the girls
heart while she was still at school in
Germany, and if Effie were not such
pitiful little coward she would tell you
quietly one day, in her half-frightened
tone. that that long-legged Uhlan's
photograph is stitched inside her dress
and worn there from morn till night.
But Ef1ie is rare coward, ard like all
such; she temporizes. She draws out
the photograph at night when she is
alone and talks to it and cries over it,
tells it with piteous quiver OF her un-
derlip that she is so, so unhappy, and
oh, why does he not come here at once
and tell her for the hundredth time
that he loves herP She is sure that if
only he gets chance of tackling Aunt
Maitland, that lady will be worsted,
and will flee away before the all-con-
quering invader.
81 can not tell Mr.. Bingo," she con-
fesses to the photograph with many
sobs. "He is so nice, but if l tell him
about you, Wolfrath, he will go away,
and will never walk again in the
with me. And then Aunt
Maitland will find out at once that |
have sent him away. Oh! Wolfrath
dear, she would be so dreadful! She
.ieve how noble and perfect you are
you always admired me, always-and
so she says that she will never let me
marry a foreigner. She drags me about
with her from place to place, and she
says that if | ever mention your name
again to her she will make me marry
hat horrid Mr.. Trelawney, whom
;an not endure. She has left me in
peace the last month because she thinks
hat Mr.. Bingo likes me. And / do
eel so unhappy ABOUT it all. Wolfrath,
,ome to me! do come to mel"
This is all very well, Miss Effie! All
he world knows that when two young
people determine that in spite of all
opposition they will marry each other,
they are sure to obtain their hearts
lesire. Therefore, in spite of all your
present woes, | say that's all very well |
or you, and also for the long-legged |
Jhlan, though at this moment he is
existing in state of deepest gloom
because he can not obtain foreign leave.
But how about BingoP Has he not
llso his hearts desirep Is he too old |
% indulge in that blissful pastime en-
titled castle-building? And is it not |
lard that his fabric should be shattered |
n order that you may mount little |
higher by aid of his goodly pile of ru-
ms? 1t is not too late even now to |
confess all to him, and you know that |
he will forgive you for the pain you
nave caused him.
DhO do phcoc PIiShiuBo vi COuoClcuCc
Sflie only buries her face little deeper
n the pillows and cries yet more,
moved thereto by an overwhelming
md enervating sense of self-pity.
The summer days pass by, and
autumn frosts set the woods on fire-a
ire of color without heat. Still Bingo
'uilds his airy castle. adding tower
Ipon tower in the golden light of il
usion. And still Mrs. Maitland blows
he loud trumpet of her own great
nd good deeds, turning the while a
eaf ear upon the low, piteous sobs
which echo each right in her neice's
oom and refusing te be touched by the
mute unhappiness of the white little
ace that is turned each morning 80
'leadingly toward her at the advent of
he post-bag.
Johnny and Alicia still adore and
enounce each other on alternate days,
aking small notice of Bingo and Etfie,
90 wrapt up in themselves to notice
he feverish intensity which burrows
'ingos face, and lends unnatural
to his eyes. And the seven
mall MacTavishes still skirmish round
heir elders, eat, drink, sleep and fight
rom sunrise to sunrise.
AT last there comes glorious Octo-
er afternoon, the air crisp and bright
ne sunshine flashing through the
rimson leaves, and across the meadows
n I