The Portland daily press., 1893-07-28

ider you very fortunate girl TO have
won the love of q man like Mr. Lam.
son. StaF'-
"oh, if you are tired Of me, OF
corrse"-
: .sYou ungrabeful little thing!" I ex-
claimed.
'sHush, Lillianp' my mother said re-.
provingly. "Olive, have | not treated
you kindlyq Have ! eva2 done anything
10 hurt your feelings or cause you un-
happiness
EsNo, you and Tom have always been
nice, but the girls do not like me enc
but, know.
eve like you when you do not scowl
In that dreadful manner-and are not
odd and queer"
s'I cannot help the way am made"
s.But you were not made in that way.
There is no need Of your acting SO
strangely. However, if have been I'M
just am sorry"
was not at all surprised when few
days afterward Lucy entered my room
In great excitement; but my fears were
realized.
ooh, Lillian" my sister cried, "Olive
has been taking laudanu1n, and"--
ssPshaw!' exclaimed. "You are not
deluded by the little amateur Bernhardt,
HOPPER
ssBut she is on the bed unconscious. F"
"Just call Tom, and then see how I'M
conscious she is!''
Gillian, you are just as hard hearted
as you can be! 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 l myself, feel
ing irritated and impatient.
"Stop moment!' said, holding the
others back. 81 want to speak to her
first. Olivel"
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 &C
cents;
"Olive, my little Oliver
It 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 So
raph.
"There" I said to Lucy, and a more
disguised 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:
seWhy did you do this, my child, why
did you do it9'
because do not want to marry Mr..
Lamson," she answered pitifully.
'sYou shall not marry him if you dc
not want to, my darling"
'eBut they said you wanted ma to ac'
cept him."
ri want you to accept a man you dc
not care for? No, indeed, love you too
well for that"
s'Da you love me, Tom; do yow love
mep"
"Better than my life, little Olive"
"And love You hundred times bet
ter than any Mr.. Lamson."
sMy darlingi" Tom cried rapturously
while I gnashed my teeth in impoten1
fury.
Lcuuid not contain myself, however
and approached the bell.
THAT is all very interesting" ! said
'but what do you suppose Mr.. Lamso1
will think of it?'
lillian" Tom replied, with deter
mined look upon his face, "no man was
fonder of sister than / am, but viii
not allow even you to interfere between
me aud the woman love-"
For the first time in my life wa'
really angry with him, but ] only an
swered by look; and If my eyes were
not rs seraphic, they were quite as ex
press1ve 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"
Twas melted in a moment
"Oh, Tom" | said-''poor hoy-poo.
hoyr'
And trying hard to keep back m.
/ tears, left him with his darling.
The next day that young lady had tn
audac:ty to ask If l would see Mr.. Lam
con, who had just called.
.tOh." exclaimed. You wish to ge
rid of disagreeable duty, do youT'
'sHe'll tease me to marry him, and
never want 60 see the man again"
every well" said. 81 Will SOC him
but it is On his account, not yours
Apd l descended to the parlor witt
my heart aching for the lover who's
| fondest hopes had bean SO cruelty blasted
Igtew more and mere agitatsd, ant
when l opened the parlor door my fac
| 1nuss have betrayed me.