Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-05-15

ed how very, very brief a period OF
time has elapsed since MIR. Ogilvie was
laid in his grave?'
Il have forgotten nothing, the ar
dent lover made reply. Nor do l
deem it any desrespect to the dead in
that would fain extend the tender
ness and protection of my love over
the one who was dearest to him in
life. Say that you will grant my
prayer. Give me but one word OF en-
couragement and I shall be happy
Il must have time for reflection,
Mrs. Ogilvie answered heeitatingly.'
'Timel time! Stanfeld lmpatiently
retorted. You have had time enough
already, surely
But this is matter Of such vital
Importance. Albert, you must rest
contented if I promise you your an
swer tomorrow
you will not forget the truth and
sincerity of my love-the deep loyalty
of my hearth
Il will remember it all, Albert; on.
ly let us return to the hotel now.
Olive will miss US and it grows toward
sunset
So they passed on, and Olive, wait
ing in sort of dull, dead passiveness
for them to disappear through the
green wilderness of the leafy dell
took her languld way back to the ho-
tel. .-
sAnd believed that he loved me!
she kept repeating over and over to
herself. L allowed myself to be
duped by the tender tones of his voice,
the dark light of his eyesl Oh, what
a fool!-a fool I,have beenl Yet if it
had been any other hand than hers to
dash the bright cup from my lipsl Oh,
mammal mammal And / loved and
trusted you so entirelyT
| Poor Olivel 1t was like new phase
of llfe's bitterness and treachery to
this petted darling to find out that
there were other hopes, and joys, and
interests in the world clashing sharp
ly against her own.
She sat down and looked helplessly
around. Here was the bright tracery
of filoselle embroidery that she had
commenced but few short hours ago
it did not seem to her as if she could
ever finish it again. There was the
unfinished novel; she did not care a
penny now whether the hero and he
rlone got married or not.
'I'll 90 and live with Aunt Sarah
said Olive to herself. 1T will be a
monotonous life, but-but it's all that's
left me now. 1 don't care for much
variety of brightness
Olive, darling, where are your
1t was Mrs Ogilvie's voice, Mrs.
Ogilvie's footsteps, and, although
Olive would have fed from her pres
ence, it was to late to do so now.
The young step mother came up to
, her and seated herself at the girls
side
i have something to tell you, o.
I've.
Olive shrunk away from the arch,
questioning gaze of her step mothers
eyes. .> ~
Il Know what it is, said she family
You are going to be married
i? Ny dear child, what could pos
sibly put such an idea into your head
You are the one who is to be married,
if you can bring yourself to say yes
to the suit of Albert StanfeldP
Mammal
He has been urging me for permis
sion to address you this long time but
1 have scarcely dared to consent,
D knowing how recent date has elaps
: ed since the death Of your dear faith
er. But perhaps I have no right long
t er to object. He loves you tenderly
: and truely. He would lay down hi'
a life for you, and 1 believe him to bt
worthy even of my Olive. Shall
t tell him you will listen favorably Il
: his suit? -.a..
Like burst of renewed sunshin,
Q after the blackness of a thunder show
Q er Olives face grew brilliant, ant
I throwing her arms around her step
Q mothers neck she sobbed out: Nam
ma! mammal I have been so wicket
Q in my heartl O mamma! can you eve
9 forgive mep
u And then she told her story.
d Go to Albert, my dear,' said he
9 step-motaer, smiling. He will con
!, vince you presently that all is righ
IS with your heart and his
This was the end of Olive Ogilvie'
l. trlbulations. And she still firmly per
,s slsts in her behalf that she has tn
i, best step mother in the world. An
Is Miss Jane Darlington is rather disap
appointed than otherwise.-N. Y
l. Evening World.
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