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jopyright. ] To-Day's Short Story. JUST A MISTAKE. By Leon Mead. I Thotig-h an unconscionable flirt, there was act a iligrher-minded or more virtuous young; woman in Riverdale than Marjorie Ferrin. Her personal charms were so numerous that merely to catalogue them would fail to give you an exact portrait of her indefinable loveliness. Within this apparently flawless tenement of cllly dwell a soul which received impres- sions from the outer world as though it were a waxen tablet wrllgllt upon by the ancient stylus. A unique contrast to her ¡ glossy, jet-black hair (a. type seen occa- sionally among the Ceitio race) were her turquoise eyes. in wiioce luminous deeps a subtle intelligence constantly played. Indeed, it was no wonaer that at eighteen Marjorie's admirers bad become leg'ion. Everyone petted and adored her, and to I confide in a young womanhood 31 lovable t seemed as easy and natural as to inhale the ambrosial fragrance of an apple blossom. Among Marjories latest, and consequently nioet fa-vocred, of gentlemen admirers was a promising young litterateur," Mr. William Ougsbtiry, who had come down to Siverdale to recruit his health. Besides being a real novelty, he was a decidedly c4e\er and agreeab)e chap—handsome, chival- rous, and devoted to the manufacture of original and even creditable sonnets. There- fore, Marjorie, without aiming to achieve any serious conquest of his affections, would have been quite disheartened if anything: had prevented her from adding so distinguished an attache to her court. It was, however, by a slow and assiduous process that she enlisted Mr. Ougsbury's interest, and even when she had so far conquered as to And him her obedient ser- vant to command. Marjorie saw or fancied that his attentions were less the result of a feeling which has no equivalent than a merely gallant admiration. But quotidian association perceptibly increased their intimacy, and Marjorie's demeanour towards her old disciples grew cold and forbidding. All her coquetries and blandishments of manner were now reserved for Willard; but they were, after all, only the secondary forces she employed to inspire his romantic passion; strong emotional senti- tqeots ca. me to her assistance which she had I er experienced, before. She imagined that a fan .oscillated by Mr. Ougshury in front of her ffiSGred brow. after an industrious waltz, effected a large and more refreshing current of air than any other made denizen of the ballroom could produce with the same appa- ratus. As a mark of favoritism she consented to ride with him one beautiful afternoon into the open country. Marjorie, rrioantetf on a gentle but spirited animal, was exhilarated by exercise and entranced by Mr. Ougsbury's charming discourse on the English p»>ete. Their route led them along the picturesque bank of the Connecticut, a fashionable drive among people in that neighbourhood, both on account of the excellent macadamisation of the road and the encha.nting scenery. The far-away hills never had been more exqui- sitely upholstered with graceful foliage and choice verdure. On their right the river wound through the peaceful; valley like a huge silver set-pent, sparkling with the sun- light glinting its surface; and on the left a large orchestra of roa dside C b <) rLQ t o i's warbled amid the full-leafed branches of the stately elms. Marjorie's heart, not to eay her little pink ears, thrilled with the raptu- rous music, and her cheeks glowed with the tint of a "Gloire de Dijon" rose; while a smile rippling on her lips presen-t-ly broke into a merry laugh that disclosed her milk- white teeth. The sun was still high when they turned homeward, and after a lively canter, they slackened the speed of the horses in order to enjoy the serenity of a woodland glen down whose rocky slope a noisy little brook spiaahed hurriedly.in the direction of a deep, bloom-tangled rave. He had relaxed into an absent mood, which prompted his com- panion to offer a penny for his thoughts. Willard rallied himself, and replied with assumed gaiety:— "Ah. Miss Ferrin. has not a man in love the sanction of Shakpeare and all the poetc t) be merry or sad, abject or whimsical? Y.. see before you a man deeply, yes, despe- rately in love." "It is coming at last," murmured Mar- jorio. to herself. "But I must deceive, hiift no longer. I will langh at him." Then she said aloud. "Indeed! Let me take a good look at you then. Ha, ha! I should like to note the tiymptoms of a state come to be regarded as problematical nowadays." Pray be serious, dear Marjorie, for my sake," urged Willard, in an earnest voice, "I cannot jest on this sacred subject; it is one too deeply involving my happiness. We have known each other for bat a short time, Marjorie, but I am not one who believes 'that the growth of friendship must always be" measured by months and years. l think I know you quite as well as though I had been acquainted with you all your life, and I am sure you will not think I claim too much in asking you to listen to me. Oh, the love I feel is so deep and sincere that it demands and must have expression. May I speak freely?" "Oh, nov no!" cried Marjorie, in a tone of distress. There was a limit beyond which her coquettish indulgencies could be prac- tised without shame, and their pleasure was destroyed in this instance by the real pain and'suspense of her victim. "Please do not tell me any more, I am -sorry, very porry, Mr. Ougsbury, if I have alone wrong, but I cannot return your affec- tion." Yon have made a natural mistake, Miss Ferrin; and one it would, perhaps, be more polite in me to leave uncorrected; but my policy is always a straig-htforword one, and I will confess it was not to your respected self to whom I made allusion a few momenta ago, Lut to Miss Sadler, of New York- The cordial friendship you have been pleased to give me induced me to hope that you migi-kt allow me the luxury of convers- ipg with you about one who constantly "occupies my thoughts. I trust you will per- mit me to do ..0 still, will you not?" Marjorie's face was ,ufrnse-d with eearlet blushes. She had made the most trying of feminine mistakes. She dropped the reins and hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed with confusion and unable to utter a word to extricate herself. Willard caught hold of the bridle and led her horse out of the grove, striving all. the time, by saying the kindest things in the world, by treating the whole matter as a trifling joke, and by skil- fully presenting to Marjorie the only con- soling feature in the case-that her reply had amounted to a refusal—to banish her annoya.nce and mortification. At length she rather coyly exchanged glances with him, and soon afterwards fol- lowed the promised confession, which simply consisted of a lover's ecstaciee over a lair divinity whom,, notwithstanding his secret adoration for, bis poverty forbade him to address. Marjorie proved a very interested and sympathising listener, and though she had no advice to offer. Mr. Ougsbury was gratified by the absorbed attention she gave his story, and they parted true friends that day. Early in the autumn Willard returned to his arduous pursuits in the city. During the course of four weary years his genius elevated him to the responsible dignity of a popular author. Thus realising a success beyond his wildest dreams, he treated him- self to a summer vacation once more among the vine-clad rocks, the sylvan hills, and luxuriant vales of Riverdale. As a matter of course, he renewed his acquaintance with Marjorie, whom Time's deft touch had rendered more attractive, were that possible. And she was still un- engaged—a fact anent which Willard had been solicitous for months—the reason being that a matrimonial event in which Miss Sadler was a lirincipal participant, had entirely dissipated his youthful fancy for that young woman, who had become a wife before pecuniary circumstances could justify him in declaring his attachment. And then there was the salient possibility that she mi-ght have jilted him, despite the evident fondness she manifested toward him during the winter. he had been a magasine editor in liondon. So ne nowl met Marjorie witn a tree neari. His advances to her were now permeated with a different spirit from that in which they were once tendered. Marjorie. however, quite unaware of this change in his feelings, received him on the former friendly footing. Indeed. she was far more secure and self-possessed than before, for she imagined she exactly knew the con- dition of Mr. Ougsbury's affections, and her familiarity with him, therefore, could not possible lead either astray. She was willing to walk. ride, -or talk with him unrese-rvediy, 1 if he desired her companionship. Iiometime-s, it is true. she fancied there was something in his manner she did not quite understand, a vague suggestive something; but she de- cided she must be deluded again, and tried to forget all about it. One day it happened that they rode out in I the same direction they had taken upon the I occasion of their first ride. Arriving at the shady avenue, they turned aside as before to I explore the deep recesses of the everglade; to discover if perchance four years had pro- duced any changes in so retired a spot. As they halted near a moss-bed Willard care- lessly asked; "Do you remember, Marjorie?" "My awkard mistake?" she interrupted. I was just thinking of it. But please don't mention it." I was thinking," remarked Willard, quietly, "that it was my mistake, not yours." How so ?" Because I have since learned that my confession of love made then was based upon the wrong person—in short, it should have been made to yon. Marjorie; and I cannot imagine where my wite were that I did not know it. Let me correct my error by telling you how muot I love you." Tie looked at the trembling girl. perhaps for encouragement.; but not meeting the responsive glance he doubtless expected, he added in alarm. "Surely, surely, Marjorie, you will not repeat the same cruel answer!" "I can scarcely,,tpll," she said, with con- siderable he-itation. "You take me by sur- prise—you must give me time to reflect. But," she added, with a seductive blush and shy smile, I will make a confession. I was thinking just now that if I had felt toward you then as I do now I might possibly have made my blunder still more awkward by saying Ye-s instead of 'No.'

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