Nevada County picayune., 1892-02-11

"She has taken her book down tC
the little woodland spring" said
Olive to herself; and she ran down
the cool, secluded path, where inter
mingled sunshine and shadow made
a moving Checkpr-work at her feet,
calling mamma, where are YOU
mamma a, she went
But no answer came. The wood
land spring bubhled out in cool
drops over the ferns that shadowed
its pool, the birds sang overhead
and that was all
"Oh, dear" said Olive to her
self, "where can she be-"
She wandered along further down
the glen, swinging her hat by its
strings as she walked, her footsteps
falling noiselessly on the velvet turf,
until suddenly she paused, stricken
to the heart as if barbed arrow had
pierced her quivering flesh.
For, hidden away by the leafy
covert of tremulous brches and
white piner, upon the moss-covered
trunk of falling tree sat Mrs. Ogil-
vie, in her deep mourning robes.
her face turned wistfully upward
while in an attitude of the intensest
devotion Albert Stanfeld leaned
over her.
Olive Ogilvie did not mean to lis
ten; she was an honorable girl, with
keen sense of delicacy; but all vo-
litiOn seemed gone from her for a
moment She leaned, pale and
trembling, up against tree, and
could not but hear the words spoken
within stones throw of her.
believe me, Albert. | appreciate
the treasure Of your love" said Mrs.
/ Ogilvie, softly; but | do not know
whether am justified in accepting
what you offer"
Dear Mrs. Ogilvie-''
"No-stop!" said the widow, res
olutely motioning him away as he
would have drawn nearer to her.
Are you not premature: Have you
reflected how very, very brief time
has elapsed since Mr.. Ogilvie was
laid in his grave"
II have forgotten nothing" the
ardent lover made reply. "Nor do |
deem it any disrespect to the dead III
that | would fain extend the tender
ness and protection of my love over
the one who was dearest to me in
life. Say that you will grant my
prayer. Give me but one little word
of encouragement and | shall be
happy"
II must have time for reflection. -"
Mrs. Olgivie answered, hesitatingly
Time! time!" Stantield impa
tiently reterted. You have had
time enough, already, surely"
But this is a matter of such vital
Importance, Albert, yon must rest
contented if / promise you your an,
swer tomorrow.
"You will not forget the truth and
sincerity of my loue-the deep loyal
ty of my heart!'
II will remember 1t all, Albert
only let us return to the hotel now
Olive will miss US AID It grows to-
ward sunset"
So they passed on, and Olive,
waiting in sort of dull, dead pas
siveness for them to disappear
through the green wilderness of the
lesfy dell, took her way back to the
/ hotel.
And | believed that he loved
me - she kept repeating over and
over to herself. allowed myself to
be duped by the tender tones of his
voice, the dark light of his eyes
Oh, what fool-a fool | have bee n.
Yet if it had been any other hand
than hers to dash the bright cup
from my lips, Oh, mamma! NAM
ma, And l loved and trusted YOU
SO entirely!'
Poor Olive! 1t was like new
phase of life's bitterness and treach-
cry to this petted darling to find out
that there were other hopes, and
Joys, and interests IN the world,
clashing sharply against her own.
She sat down and looked helpless
" around. Here was the bright
tracery of tiloselle embroidery that
she had commenced but a few short
hours before; it did not seem as il
she could ever touch it again. There
was the unfinished novel; she did
not care a penny now whether the
hero aad heroine got married or not.