Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-05-12

Hush, Lillianr- my mother said re-
provingly. "Olive, have | not treated
you kindly: Have ever done anything
to hurt your feelings or cause you un-
happiness
"No, you and Tom have always been
nice, but the girls do not like me one
bit, know"
I'VE like You when you do not Ecowl
in that dreadful manner-and are not
odd and queer
81 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 have been un-
just | am sorry"
was not at all surprised when few
days afterward Lucy entered my room
in great excitement; but my fears were
realized.
"0h, Lillian" my sister cried, "Olive
has been taking laudanum, and"-
"PshawI' | exclaimed. "You are not
deluded by the little amateur Bernhardt,
hope?"
Dut buC 10 Ou lAlC DCu uuCOuSClOus.
"Just call Tom, and then see how un-
conscious she is!'
LILLIAN, you are just rs 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 TC N
very much agitated, but | myself, feel
ing irritated and impatient.
"Stop momentp 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 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 a SO.
raph.
"Therew l said to Lucy, and a 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 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 dC
not want to, my darling"
"But they said you wanted me to &C
cept him."
81 want you to accept a man you d.
not care for? No, indeed, love you tot
well for that"
do you love me, Tom: do you Low,
meY
Better than my life, little Olive"
"And love you hundred times bet
ter than any Mr.. Lamson."
my darling!" Tom cried rapturously
while gnashed my teeth in impoten
fury.
could not contain myself, however
and approached the bell.
"That is all very interesting" said
"but what do you suppose Mr.. Lamsol
will think of it,"
LILLIAN, Tom replied, with deter
mined look upon his face. mo man wa
fonder of sister than | am, but vii
not allow even you to interfere betwee
me and the woman love-"
For the first time i'll my life wa
really angry with him, but only an
swered by look; and if my eyes wer
not as seraphic, they were quite as ez
pressive as Olives. Then went towar
the door, but the dear fellow followe
me, and throwing his arms around M
waist he cried:
"You are not angry, sister, are your
Twas melted in moment.
ooh, Tom." said-''poor boy-poo
boy"
And trying hard to keep back m
tears, left him with his darling.
The next day that young lady had tn
audacity to ask if | would see Mr.. Lam
son, who had just called.
"Oh," exclaimed. You wish to &c
rid of disagreeable duty, do you?"
He'll tease me to marry him, and
never want to see the man again."
"Very well," said. II will see hin
but it is, on his account, not yours"
And l descended to the parlor wit
my heart aching for the lover who's
fondest hopes had been so cruelty BLASTED
grew more and more agitated, an
when opened the parlor door my fac
must have betrayed me.
Mr. Lamson extended his hand an
asked quite coolly:
"ls Olive sickY'
"No," replied, "but 1 have an III
pleasant duty to fulfill. Oh. Mr.. Ian
son, if my sympathy
} II think understand" he said, in
manner SO utterly undisturbed that
looked at him in amazement. "Yo
J are surprised" he continued, but Oliy
has not behaved in proper or womanl
manner. | was greatly deceived. SE
has the eyes .: an angel, but her C:
prices are anything but angelic. M
patience was nearly exhausted, esp,
cially as | think she prefers your brothe
: to me. Indeed, she almost said so. Br
assure you that your sympathy is full
appreciated"
Then he turned the subject, and W
spent very pleasant evening. had a
ways liked Mr.. Lamson.
; He continued to call rs frequently 6
ever, seeming to appreciate my syn
pathy more and more, especially whe
it changed into the tenderest love-
And he soon convinced me that it VIZ
merely passing fancy he had felt fc
Olive.
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