Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1892-03-19

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i nearly boiling. Oh. Charley, you'll
laugh at me, I'm afraid, but ! feel
Ike little girl going to her first
children 5 party It's so seldom,
ypu know, that bit OF pleasure
comes in my way"
And then Charley Emery made
up his mind that his mother was
more to him. in her helpless old age,
and sweet affectionate dependence.
than any blooming damsel whose
eyes shone like stars and whose
cheeks rivalled the September peach.
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!" Going 10Th some one else I" said
Kate Marcy, rather surprised, and
not exactly pleased.
She was tall, beautiful maiden.
the belle of c., and rather an
heiress in her own right. She liked
Charles Emery, and she rather sur
missed that ne liked her. And when
she bad been studying cp her toilet
or the opera, she had selected q
blue dress, with blue flowers for her
hair and ornaments of turquoise, be-
cause she had once heard Mr.. Emery
say that blue was his favorite color.
Going acith some. one eIse!" she
repeated. Well, he has right TO
suit himself"
And she kept within her own soul
The jealousy that disturbed her all
The while she was sitting waiting for
The great green curtain to be drawn
up, until, of a sudden, there was q
Slight hustle on the row of seats be-
You'd, and Emery entered ,cith has
mother.
Then Kate's overgloomed face
grew bright again. She drew long
breath of relief and turned to the
stage; it was as if the myriad gas
lights had all of sudden been turn
ed up, as if all the mimic world in
the opera house had grown radiant.
Never was voice sweeter to her
ears than the somewhat thin and ex
hausted MARBLE of the prima donna;
never did scenery glow with such
natural tints or footlights shine
more softly. Kate Marcy declared
that the opera was "perfectionl'
YES but,' said pert little Nina
Cummings" do look at Charley
Emery with that little old woman T!
Why couldn't he have come and sit
with us 2"
Kate said nothing. In the crowd
now surging out of the aisles of the
little opera she could scarcely ven
ture to express her entire opinion,
but she said in low, earnest tone
81 don't know what you think Of
it, Nina; but I, for my part, respect
Mr.. Emery thoussnd times more
for has Kindness to has mother"
And, almost at the same second,
she found herself looking directly in
to Charley's eyes.
For moment only. The crowd
separated them almost ere they
could recognize one another; but
Kate felt sure-and her cheek glow
ed scarlet-that he heard her words.
"Cbarley," said little Mrs. Emery,
looking into her sons face IS they
emerged into the veil Of softly fall
ing snow which seemed to enwrap
the whole outer world in dim, daz-
zling mystery" who was that girl
with large blue eyes and the sweet
face wrapped in white, feecy sort
of hood-the one who said she re-
spected your"
at was Kate Marcy, mother"
"She has the face of an angel"
said Mrs. Emery softly.
The next day Charley went boldly
to the old Marcy homestead, whose
red brick gables, sheeted with ivy,
rose up out OF the leafless elms and
beeches, just beyond the noise and
stir of the busy village.
"Miss Marcy" he said, 81 heard
what you said last night"
1t was not meant for your ears,
Mr.. Emery, said Kate, coloring a
soft rosy pink.
But" he pursued, looking her
full in the face, II cannot be satiS-
fed with that Miss Marcy, | want
warmer feeling. IL you could teach
yourself to loUe me. =
The dimples came around Kate
Marcy's red lips, wreathing her smile
in wondrous beauty.
"Nr. Emery" she said, Il do love
you. have loved you for long
time"
And Charley went home, envying
neither king nor prince
4" But I never should haze loved you
so dearly" has soung aetfe told him
afersoard, "D you hadn't been so
kind to that liale mother of yours.
In my eyes you reuer looked sohand-
some as ,ohen you stood bending ouer
her gray head in the cro,cded hall of