The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-06-04

in great excitement; but my fears wer
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 nm
conscious she isr'
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 momentw 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 Oliver
IL was the working of a miracle.
At the hrst sound OF his voice her eyes
opened as II inyoluntarily, and she rolled
them up to him with the look Of se-
raph.
"ThereI ! said to Lucy, and more
ul5g 81 listed young woipan was never seen.
But Tom was not the first man duped
oy par OF melting brown eyes and he
succumDed helplessly
hneellng by the side Of the bed, he
asked IN a reproachtul way;
why dld you do this, my child, why
ana you DO itt
Because do not want to marry MIR,
Lanson, she answered pitifully
You snail not marry him if you do
not want to, my darling"
But they said you wanted mo to ac-
cept nm
81 want you to accept a man you do
hot care ior' NO. indeed, love you too
Wei Tor that ~
DO you loVo me, Tom do you love
me-
Better than my life, little Olive"
And love you hundred times bet
ter than any Mr. Lamson.
My darliugV Tom cried rapturously,
while gnashed my teeth in impotent
| inry
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 u deter.
mined look upon his face, mo man was
fonder of sister than | am, but viii
not allow even you to interfere between
me and the woman love"
For the first time in my life was
really angry with him, but | only an.
swered by look and if my eyes were
not rs 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
| was melted in a moment,
ooh, Tom, said-"poor boy-pool
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," | exclaimed. You wish to get
rid Of disagreeable duty, do your
"Hen tease me to marry him, and
never want to see the man again
Every well, said 81 win see him
but it Is ON his account, not yours"
And | 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
when ] opened the parlor door my face
must have betrayed me.
Mr.. LamsOn extended his hand and
asked quite coUlly:
"ls Olive sick|
No | replied, but / have an un
pleasant duty to fulfill Oh, Mr.. Lam
son, if my sympathy
81 think ! understand" he said, in {
manner so utterly undisturbed that
looked at him in amazement. "YoJ