Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-11-13
ADELLE'S MISTAKE.

tie Clarice Mallory, as she looked ur
at Adele Rivers proud, beautiful face.
Think well before you throw away
the love of such man.
Adele laughed softly and shook hel
handsome head. You are full of ro'
mantle ideas, my dear. Wait until
you have been out three seasons like
me, and have learned the value Of
money. Then you will not believe SC
much IN the romance of love in cot
tage, and she laughed again, but
there was more bitterness than mirth
in It's sound.
yet you are content to lead him on
month after month, continued the
other. You made him believe you
loved him, and see how it has all
ended looking reproachfulIy out OF
her brown eyes at Adele, who was
rocking seriously back and forth in
her chair as if she began to feel her
coward conscience.
'Clarice, I do love him, she exclaim-
ed, passionately at last. But we
should be miserable attempting to
live on his salary. Why, 1 spend
more on trihes now for myself. l
must not let my heart run away with
my head
But, Adele, we all have to make
sacrifices in the world said CIarice,
rising and putting her arm around
Adele. 1T will only be for a short
time, perhaps. George holds an hon
orable position, and it is far safer to
marry him than one who is million.
aire today and perhaps beggar to-
morrow. If you love him, Adele,
think how he must suffer. My heart
aches for him, said CIarice, in trem-
bling voice and her eyes filed with
tears.
'Oh, do go away, Clarice-you make
me nervous. If you keep on in that
strain we will have scene directly,
and you know how detest scenes. l
think you're half in love with George
Emerson, Clarice, and if you feel so
sorry for him why don't you try to
catch his heart on the rebound7'
Adelle's last sentence was uttered
sneeringly, and Clarice shrank away
from her as if she had received a
blow.
'Oh, Adelle' was all she said, as she
covered her burning face with her
hands.
Now, little brown eyes, don't act
silly. Come, let's 60 in the house--it
is chilly out here,' and Adele led the
way out of the summer house.
AS the girls walked across the lawn
a gentleman stepped around from the
side of the summer-house. 1t was
George Emerson. He was passing
the summer-house when his attention
was attracted by the mention of his
name. Naturally enough he stood
and listened and overheard the con-
versation between Adele and Clarice.
A look of mingled bitterness and
disgust was on his face as he watched
the tall, queenly figure, but as his
eyes wandered to Clarice Mallory,
his face underwent a change. The
bitter expression was gone, and the
cold, glittering CLEAN disappeared
from the depth of his blue eyes. Per-
haps his heart was caught on the re-
bound. Who knows?
4 suppose you haven't heard the
news7' said Mr.. Mallory, Clarice's
father, to his family and guests as,
sembled at the breakfast table next
morning. George Emerson's uncle
has died and left him an immense for
tune
Everybody was surprised Clarice
looked over at Adele who sat oppo-
site. Her face was white as death,
but she made no comment on Mr..
Emerson's good fortune.
About an hour after Clarice was
alone in the sitting room. There was a
sad, troubled expression in her brown
eyes and her dimpled chin rested on
the palm Of her hand. She was think
ing of George Emerson.
If this news had only came a day
sooner Adele would have acted diff.
erently,' said Clarlce, with sigh.
And would be a miserable man
for the remainder of my life,' said a
pleasant voice behind her.
'Mr. Emerson' cried Clarice. as
she rose in confusion. l didn't hear
you coming in.'
Perhaps I wanted to surprise you,
said Mr.. Emerson, smiling. Are you
not going to congratulate me on my
good fortune?'
Il wish it had come yesterday, said
Clarice, her eyes hidden away under
the dropping lids.
Yes, that's what l heard you say &
moment ago, but I'm very glad it did
Mt Clarice, do you want to make
me the happiest man in creation?' and
he took Clarice's hand in his.
4 wish l could, Mr.. Emerson, sale
Clarice, wonderlngly
'Clarice, I love your Will you share
my fortune-will you be my wife?'
sMr. Emerson, thought thought
and Cla rico huno har haad