Los Angeles herald., 1892-04-29

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bit, know"
"We like you when you do not scowl
in that dreadful manner-and are not
odd and queer
II cannot help the way am made"
"But you were not made in that way.
There is no need Of your acting so
strangely. However. if l have been un-
jast am sorry"
was not at all surprised when few
days afterward Lucy entered my room
in great excitement; but my fears were
realized.
"Oh, Lillian" my sister cried, "Olive
has been taking laudanum, and"-
"Pshaw!' exclaimed. "You are not
deluded by the little amateur Bernhardt,
hope?"
"But she is on the bed unconscious"
"Just call Tom, and then see how un-
conscious she ISL
LILLIAN, you are just as hard hearted
as you can bel She looks as white as the
sheet she is lying on"
"Call Tom and she will soon get her
color"
She did as told her, and we all went
to her room together, Lucy and Tom
very much agitated, but myself, feel
ing irritated and impatient.
''Stop a moment!' said, holding the
others back. 81 want to speak to her
first. Oliver
There was not the slightest movement
in response to my call.
Galatea was not more statuelike be-
fore her awakening.
Then Tom whispered in tremulous ac-
cents:
"Olive, my little Olive"
1t was the working of a miracle.
At the first sound of his voice her eyes
opened as if involuntarily, and she rolled
them up to him with the look of Sc
raph.
"Therer 1 said to Lucy, and more
disgusted young woman was never seen.
But Tom was not the first man duped
by pair of melting brown eyes, and he
succumbed helplessly.
Kneeling by the side of the bed, he
asked in a reproachful way:
"Why did you do this, my child, why
did you do it?"
Because do not want to marry Mr..
Lamson," she answered pitifully.
You shall not marry him if you do
not want to, my darling"
But they said you wanted me to ac-
cept him."
81 want you to accept man you do
not care for? No, indeed, love you too
well for that"
"Do you love me, Tom; do you love
me?'
Better than my life, little Olive"
"And love you hundred times bet
ter than any Mr.. Lamson."
"My darling!" Tom cried rapturously,
while l gnashed my teeth in impotent
fury.
l could not contain myself, however,
and approached the bell.
"That is all very interesting" said,
"but what do you suppose Mr.. Lamson
will think of it,:
Lillian" Tom replied, with deter
mined look upon his face, mo man was
fonder of a sister than l am, but will
not allow even you to interfere between
me and the woman love-"
For the first time in my life 1 was
really angry with him, but l only an
swered by look; and if my eyes were
not as seraphic, they were quite as ex-
pressive as Olives. Then | went toward
the door, but the dear fellow followed
me, and throwing his arms around my
waist he cried:
"You are not angry, sister, are your
l was melted in a moment.
"Oh, Tom," said-"poor boy-poor
boy"
And trying hard to keep back my
tears, left him with his darling.
The next day that young lady had the
audacity to ask if would see Mr.. Lam
son, who had just called.
"Oh,"I exclaimed. You wish to get
rid of disagreeable duty, do you?"
''Hell tease me to marry him, and
never want to see the man again"
every well" said. 81 will see him;
but it is on his account, not yours"
And l descended to the parlor with
my heart aching for the lover whose
fondest hopes had been so cruelty blasted.
grew more and more agitated, and
must have betrayed me.
Mr.. Lamson extended his hand and
asked quite coolly:
"Is Olive sick!"
"No," replied, "but l have an un-
pleasant duty to fulfill. Oh, Mr.. Lam
son, if my sympathy"-
81 think l understand" he said, in a
manner so utterly undisturbed that I
looked at him in amazement. "You
are surprised" he continued, ''but Olive
has not behaved in proper or wonanly
manner. was greatly deceived. She
has the eyes of an angel, but her ca
prices are anything but angelic. My
patience was nearly exhausted, espe-
cially as think she prefers your brother
to me- Indeed, she almost said So But
assure you that your sympathyis fully
appreciated.
Then he turned the subject, and we
spent a very pleasant evening had al
ways liked MI. Lamson.
He continued to call as frequently as
ever, seeming to appreciate my SYM
pathy more and more, especially when
it changed into the tenderest love.
And he soon convinced me that it was
merely a passing fancy he had felt for
Olive.
There was a double wedding, and, al
though several years have passed, Tom
is as much in love with his wife as ever