Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-03-24

dencvleve was silent. one wondered
il popular rumor was correct, and
Frederic Barnet really did love little
Genevra so hopelessly so dearly.
| Genevra came home late that evening
in the rosy sunset, with scarlet wild.
flowers in her hair.
81 have been to the village" she said,
"with Captain Allaire."
| .sOh, Genevra!" pleaded the elder sis
ter. "When Fred thinks"
| 81 don't care what Fred Thinks" in
terrupted the beauty, with a tess of her
head.
| "Listen, Genevieve, have secret to
tell you; was married to Captain Al
laire this afternoonG
"'Married9' echoed Genevieve.
"Oh, Genevral"
.Look at my wedding ring" said the
wild little gypsy, holding up her pretty,
taper finger. "Yes, married-really aud
actually married! / am Mrs. Allaire
now," with an amusing assumption OF
matronly dignity.
ssBut Cousin Fred"
ssCousin Fred may help himself if he
can," said Genevrs, audaciously. "Per-
haps yon don't know, Jenny, that Cousin
Fred himself means to be married very
soon.
Genevieve turned pale.
"Genevra!" cried she. 'sYou can't
mean that9"
"Poor little Genevievep consoled
Genevra. "But you will not lose your
home. You must come and live with me
and Charley"
'I could not do that, /" said Genevieve,
giddy and confused with the unexpected
succession of startling news, "I-I
must look out for situation In some
school or as companion or nursery gov
erness! But oh, Genevra, are you quite
sure about Fredf"
"I heard the old housekeeper talking
to the coachman, when / was waiting,
down behind the shrubbery, for Captain
Allaire to come" said Genevra, with
nod of her pretty head. 'tShe said he
had told her himself and had instructed
her what rooms to prepare and what al
teraticns to make in the household ar
rangements, for his coming marriage" !"
az wonder who it can be-" said Gene
We've, sadly.
.'Miss Hilyard, of eourse," said Gen
evra, cor else that beautiful Mrs. st.
Dean. But the least thing he could
have done was to have confided in us,
think, and that's one reason I decided
to elope. And Charley is coming up
this evening, and we are to takc the train
to st. Vincent, and, oh, dear Jenny"
with burst of sparkling tears, "the
world Is so full of happiness to nel"
And Genevieve could but caress the
beautiful. willful young creature who
had taken life's helm so recklessly into
her hands, and hope, in a choking voice,
that she might be very, very happy.
Cousin Fred listened very philosophic-
ally to Genevra's confession, half an hour
later.
''Married, are you9" said he. "Well,
if you had asked my advice, should
have given contray verdict. But, as
you didn't consult me, why, / shall have
to be like the 'heavy fathers on the
stage and give you my blessing. Allaire
is clever fellow enough, although he
has been very gay, and hope you will
steady him down, at last"
So, the newly married pair went away,
as thoughtlessly happy as two school
children out for picnic, and Genevieve
was left alone with Fred, to wonder how
she could best break to him the resolu-
ton at which she had arrived. For she
knew thai she could never remain at the
Hill when beautiful Mrs. st. Dean or
Alicia Hilyard should either of them be
the mistress there.
ssIt would kill me-" she thought,
clasping her hands. eyes, it would kill
mep
Mr.. Barnet had turned kindly to her,
and led her to seat beside the win
dow.
.sYou are pale, Genevieve," he said.
.Your hands are as cold as ice. Surely,
you do not take this mad freak of little
Gypsy's so bitterly to heart? Never
fear for her; she's butterfly who will sip
honey from all life's garden ground.
Her nature is light and trothy; far diff
ferent, Genevieve, from yours. Sit
down, little cousin; have much to say
to you."
"Now," thought poor Genevieve,
with her color changing from scarlet to
white-ssnow it is coming! shall be
politely dismissed from the only home 1
havem
And sensation Of indescribable lone
illness passed through her heart as she
pictured Genevra radiantly happy with
her captain of artillery, Cousin Fred
secure in the love of some stately aud
beautiful woman, herself only left out in
the cold of ife's dreariest vale, an un-
loved and solitary old maid. But she
spoke nothing of all these sickening
fears; only looked at him, with wistful
dark eyes, in silence.
"Genevieve, SAID he, edo you think
it would be wild and foolish dream for
me to think of marriagea"
"You2 Oh, no." she answered, try
ing to smile.
ssBut am three and thirty"
ssYou are only in the prime and full
ness of life," she responded-.sfor a
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