The Monitor-register., 1896-10-23
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| but sne Is on the bed unconscious.
"Just call Tom, and then see how un-
conscious she isp'
| LILLIAN, 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 I told her, and we all went
to the room together, Lucy and Tom
very much agitated, but myself, feeling
very irritated and impatient.
"Stop momentl'' said holding the
Others back, II want to speak to her first,
| Oliven
There was not the slightest movement
Ia response to my call. Galatea was not
more statue-like before her awakening.
| Then Tom whispered in tremulous ac.
cents.
Olive, my little Oliver'
L. was the working of miracle,
the first sound of his voice her ewes
opaned as If individually and she rolled
them up to him with the look of a seraph.
'Therep' l 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. hs
asked in reproachful way:
"Why did you do this, my child, why
did you do it ?"
because l do not want to marry Mr..
Lamson," she answered pitifully.
You shall not marry him If you do
not wait TO. my darling"
But they said you wanted me to &C.
cept him.
Il want you to accept man you do
not care for2 No. indeed, 1 love you too
we'll for that"
do you love me, Tom; do you love
me pr
"Better than my life, Olive"
"Aud love you hundred times better
than do Mr.. Lamson."
"My darling!" Tom cried raptu rously,
while l CRASHED my teeth in impotent
fury.
l could not contain myself, however,
and approached the bed.
''This is all very interesting" 1 said,
Shut what do you suppose MIR. Lamson
will thiDk of it ?"
Lillian" Tom replied with a deter
mined look upon his face, mo man was
ever fonder of sister than l am, but l
will not allow even you to interfere be-
tween me and the woman I love-"
For the first time in my lite was really
angry with him, but only answered by
look; and if my eyes were not as
seraphic, they were quite as expressive as
Olives. Then 1 went toward the door
bus the dear fellow followed me, and
throwing his arm around my waist he
cried:
"You are not angry, sister are you ?"
I was melted in a moment.
'Oh, Tom," said-''poor boy-poor
boy!"
Aud trying hard to keep back my tears,
left him with his darling.
The next day that young lady had the
audacity to ask me if would see Mr..
Lamson, who had just called.
On" 1 exclaimed, you wish to get rid
of disagreeaole duty, do you? ?"
He'll tease me to marry him, and 1
never want to see the man again."
Very WE'LL" said. 81 Millesee him;
but it is on his accout, not yours"
And l descended to the parlor with
my heart aching for the lover whose
f'nd-st hopes had ceen so cruely blasted,
Igre~ more and more agitated, and
wneu l opened the parlor door my face
must have betrayed me.
Mr.. Lamson extended his hand and
asxed quite cooly:
is Olive sick p"
NO" replied, "but have an un-
pleasant duty to fulfill. Oh, Mr.. Lamson,
if my sympathy"
II think understand" he said, in
manner SO utterly undisturbed that I
looked at him in amazement. 'You are
surprised" he continued, "but Olive has
not behaved in proper or womanly man
ner. was greatly deceived. She has
the eyes of an angel, but her caprices are
anything but angelic. My patience was
Dearly exhausted especially as 1 think
she prefers your brother to me. Indeed,
she almost said SO. But assure you that
your sympathy is fully appreciated.
Then he turned the subject and we
spent very pleasant evening. l had
always liked Mr.. Lamson.
He continued to call as frequently as
ever, seeming to appreciate my sympathy
more and more, especially when it
changed into the tenderest love.
And he soon convinced me that it was
merely passing fancy he had felt for
Olive.
There was double wedding, and al
though several years have passed. Tom is
as much In love with his wife as ever.
He is successful and prosperous, enjoy
ing his prosperity, yet when we speak of
him to each other we always say, with
sigh: