Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 57: what you’re looking at

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A DELICATE POSITION. 61 that itis any thing but the headache !” sobbed the young lady, ready to die of shame that she had betrayed so much feeling, and that he must see the cause of it. “TI can’t go away, Kate. I wish I had not come here to- night. If I had kept away from you, I might not have dis- honored my own word. Jt is too late to keep back the truth. Kate, have youndt seen, for a long time, that I hada great weight upon my heart ?” _ I do not know, Oliver ; I supposed, of course, you must be happy. Aré you and Tangee not engaged ?” “ Yes, that'is just it. Like an idiot, I engaged myself to her ier ait tee our acquaintance. We were mere chil- + [had not the slightest: comprehension of what love was coat Kate, such as I feel for you! The love of a man for gwoman—the love of a life, deep, strong, meaning all and every thing there is of me, intwined with my hopes and ambi- tions—love that is all agony when it should be all bliss. Oh, Kate !” Fib Adwered his cold forehead on her hand; her face was pale, and still it'shone with the joy of hearing that, after all, he loved her. No matter what:misery —— was in _ gtére for them—he loved her! Shame and jealousy died out,and with afaint smile she laid her other hand on his lead, saying, “It matters not for come grief, Oliver, par you saad you love me.” boa “© Oho what can we do?” dropping! her pail! endthieg to his feet again. “I meant to hide my passion deepin my own soul. If I had not scen you in tears, and guessed their source, I could not have been so ovétcome as to betray poor Tangee’s cause. For the child loves me; her childish affection has deepened into love, while mine still remains what it wus at first—the quiet love of a brother for a dear sister. Ina mo- ment of excitement, when I had fought in her behalf, I told her that some day we should marry. Since then she has been to school, giving her every thought and aspiration to fitting herself to occupy the station to which she expects to be raised. Can I disappointher? Can I go to her, now, and say that I was mistaken in my feelings—that the heart of a boy is not that of a man—that I love another, and can not marry her? comicbooks.conn