The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1892-01-21

the fevered fire Of girlish resentment,
turbed her all the while that she was
sitting waiting for the great green cur
tain to be drawn up.
Until, of sudden, there was q
slight hustle on the row OF seats be-,
yond, and Mr.. Emery entered with his
mother.
And then Kate's ovcrgloomed face
grew bright again. She drew q long
breath of relief and turned to the
stage; It was as If the myriad gas
lights had all of sudden been turned
up; as if all the mimic world of the
opera house had grown radiant.
r." Never was voice sweeter in her ears
than the somewhat thin and exhausted
warble of Mile. Rosalic dc Vigue, the
prima donna; never did scenery glow
with such natural tints or footlights
shine more softly. Kate Marcy de-
clared that the opera was ''perfec-
tion!'
"Yes, but, said pert little Nina Cum
mings, ''do look at Charley Emery, with
that little old woman! Why couldn't he
have come to sit with us!"
Kate bit her lip. In the crowd now
surging out of the aisles of the little
opera house she could scarcely venture
to express her entire opinion; but she
said, in n low, earnest tone:
II don't know what you thiul, of it,
Nina, but L, for ily part, respect Mr..
Emery n thousand times more for his
politeness to his mother"
And, almost at the same second, she
found herself looking directly into
Charles Emery's eyes.
For a moment only. The crowd sep
arated them, almost ere they could
recognize one another; but Kate felt
sure-and her check glowed vivid scar
let at the certainty-that he had heard
her words
"Charley," said little Mrs Emery,
looking in her sons face, as they
emerged into the veil of softly falling
snow, which seemed to enwrap the
whole outer world in dim, dazzling mys-
terry, "who was that girl?"
'What girl, mother?" with little
pardonable hypocrisy.
The one, Charley, with the big blue
eyes, and the sweet face, raped in a
white, feecy sort of hood-the one who
said she respected you?"
''It w2s Kate Marcy, mother"
''She has n face like an angel" said
Mrs. Emery, softly
The next dav the foreman of the
rolling-mills went boldly to tho old
Marcy homestead. whose red-brich
gables, shcoted over with IVY, rose up
out of the lcacess Gins and beeches,
just beyond the noise and stir of busy
Crystalton
miss Marcy" he declared, with
out intending to be an covcsdropper,
heard what you said last night"
ut was not meant for your ears, Mr..
Emery" said Kate, coloring soft rosy
| pink.
But" he pursued, looking her full
in the face, II cannot be satisfied with
mere cold respect, Miss Marcy. want
| warmer, tcndcrer feeling toward my
self If you could teach yourself to
| loue me-"
The dimples came out around Kate
Marcy's coral-rcd lips. wrcathing he1
smile in wondrous beauty.
''The lesson is already learned, Mr..
Emery" said she. 81 do love you.
have loved you for q long time"
And the foreman of the rolling mills
went homo, envying neither king nor
prince that day.
but never should have loved you
SO dearly" his young wife told hin,
afterward, "if you hadn't been so good
to that dear little mother of yours. In
my eyes you never looked half sc
handsome as when you stood bending
over her gray head, in the crowded
hall of the opera house that night"
You see," said Emery, laughing al
her enthusiasm, II agreed with the
hero of the old Scotch ballads:
'Sweethcarts ! may get many one,
But of mithcrs ne'cr another"
Amy Randolph, in N. Y. Ledger