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"I don't know how to argue," said Mary Leithe; "I can only feel when a thing is true or not or when I think it is and say what I feel." "Well, I am wise enough to trust the truth of your feeling before any argument." This assertion somewhat disconcerted Mary Leithe, who never liked to be confronted with her own shadow, so to speak.
"My dear Drayton, though," exclaimed Mr. Haymaker, in the interval between the soup and the bluefish, "there is some one here you must know most charming girl you ever knew in your life, and has set her heart on knowing you. We were talking about you this morning Miss Mary Leithe. Lovely name, too; pity ever to change it he! he! he!
Father died eight or nine years after marriage; mother survived him six years; girl left in care of old Mrs. Corwin good old creature, but vague very vague. Don't fancy the marriage was a very fortunate one; a little friction, more or less. Leithe was rather a wild, unreliable sort of man; Mrs.
"I think I remember mamma's having spoken of you," said Mary Leithe, looking up a little shyly, but with a smile that was the most winning of her many winning manifestations.
So in our lives does happiness come so near us as almost to brush our cheeks with its wings, and then pass on, and become as unattainable as the stars. As Mary Leithe was about to speak, a shadow cast from above fell across her face and figure.
"Then come in to your dinner," the voice rejoined, accompanied by the sound of a chair being drawn up to a table and sat down upon. Mary Leithe, after casting a glance after the retreating figure of Mr. Haymaker and another toward the light-house, passed slowly through the wire-net doors and disappeared. Mr.
On the rock just above them stood a young man, dark of complexion, with eager eyes, and a figure athletic and strong. As Drayton spoke his name, his countenance assumed an expression half-way between pleased surprise and jealous suspicion. Meanwhile Mary Leithe had covered her face with her hands. "I'm sure I'd no idea you were here, Mr. Drayton," said the young man.
"We can not know except by experience," answered Mary Leithe. New York, April 29th. Last night I came upon this passage in my old author: "Friend, take it sadly home to thee Age and Youthe are strangers still.
At the same time, so clear-headed a man could scarcely have failed to be aware that his affection for Mary Leithe was not actually dependent upon the fact of her being an emblem. Upon what, then, was it dependent? Upon her being the daughter of Mary Cleveland?
"You are both of you a year older and wiser," said the widow, meditatively; "and you have learned, I hope, not to irritate a man needlessly. I never irritated Corwin in all my life. They don't understand it." "Here comes Mr. Haymaker," observed Miss Leithe. "I shall ask him." "Don't ask him in," said Mrs. Corwin, retiring; "he chatters like an organ-grinder."
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