Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-03-06

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/ mourning robes, her face turned visit
fully upward, while in an attitude of
/ the intensest devotion Albert Staniield
/ leaned over her.
Olive Ogilyie did not mean to listen;
I she was an honorable girl, with a keen
sense of delicacy; but all voition
seemed gone from her at the moment.
| She leaned, pale and trembling, up
against tree and could not but hear
the words spoken within a stones
throw OF her.
Believe me, Albert, appreciate
the treasure Of your love, said Mrs.
Ogilyie, softly; "but I do net know
whether | am justified in accepting
/ what YOU offer
Dear Mrs. Ogilvie-n
"No-stopr said the widow, reso-
| lutely motioning him away as he would
have drawn nearer TO her. Are you
not premature? Fave you reflected
how very, very brief a period of time
has elapsed since Mr.. Ogilvie was laid
in his raye?'
Il nave forgotten nothing the
ardent lover made reply, Nor do l
deem it any disrespect 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 encourage
ment and | s. all be- happy"
Il must have time ior reflection,
Mrs. Ogilyic answered, hesitatingly.
Time. time! Stautied impatieutly
retorted. "You have had time enough
already, surely
"But this is matter of such vital i'm
portance. Albert, you must rest con-
tented if | promise you your answar to-
morrow
You will not forget the truth and
sincerity of my loye-the deep loyalty
of my hearth"
81 will remember it all, Albert; only
let us return to the hotel now. Olive
will miss US and it grows toward sun
set
SO they passed On, and Olive. watt
ing in sort Of dull, dead passiveness
for them to disappear through the
green wilderness of the leafy dell, took
her languid way back to the hotel.
And believed that he loved mem
she kept repeating over and over to
herself. Il allowed myself TO be duped
by the tender tones OF his voice, the
dark light of his eyes! Oh, what a
fool--a fool | have been! Yet Il it had
been any other hand than hers to dash
the bright cup from my lipsl Oh,
mamma! mamma! And | loved and
trusted YOU so entirely?"
Poor Oliyel 1t was like a new phase
of life's bitterness and treachery to this
peted darling to find out that there
were other hopes, and joys, and inter-
ests in the world clashiug sharply
against her own.
She sat down and looked helplessly
around Here was the bright tracery
OF tiloselle embroidery that she had
commenced but a few short hours ago;
it did not seem to her as if she could
ever touch it again There was the
unfinished novel; she did not care
penny now whether the hero and he
loine got married or not.
IN go aud live with Aunt Sarah"
said Olive to herself 1t will be
monotonous life, but-but it's all that's
lett me now / don't care for much
variety or brightness
"Oliye, darling, where are you?"
1t was Mrs. Ogiyie's voice. Mrs
Ogilvie's footsteps, and, although Olive
would have fled from her presence, it
was too late to do so now. The young
step-mother came up to her and seated
herself at the girls side.
Il have something to tell you, o.
i've"
Olive shrank away from the arch,
questioning gaze OF her step-mother's
eyes.
81 know what it is, said she family.
You are going to be married
Il? My dear child, what could pos
sibly put such an idea into your head?
You are the one who is to be married.
II YOU can bring yourself to say yes to
the suit of Albert Stauheld."
Mammal
He has been urging me for permits
sion to address you this long time, but
l have scarcely dared toconsent. know
ing how recent date has elapsed since
the death of your dear father. But
perhaps | have no right longer to OBJ /
Ject. de loves You teuderlv and truly.
lie would lay down his life for YOU.
and l believe him to be worthy even of
my Olive. Shall / tell him you will
listen favorably TO his suit?n
Like burst of renewed sunshine
after the blackness of a thunderstorm
Olives face grew brilliant, and throw
ing her arms around her step-mothers
neck she sobbed out: Mamma! mann
ma. | have been so wicked in nv
heart o mamma! can you ever for
give me?'
And then She told her story.
$50 to Albert, my dear" said her
step-mother smiling He will con-
vince you presently that all is right /
with your heart and his.
This was the end Of Olive OriIyie's /
trlbulatious. Aud she still firmly per- /
sists in her belief that she has the best
step-mother in the world And Miss
Jane Darlington is rather disappointed /
than otherWise.-N T. Eteaiul World. /
Enough to Puzzle Anybody.
We heard a darLy saw raoartlr- +b,t