Stella Rosevelt — page 155: what you’re looking at

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A FATAL MISTAKE. © | 149 an object to work for and something to look forward to. Ah, my dear, my dear, do you realize what is in store for us?—a long life of joy and love together, with brightest hopes and con- genial tastes. Star, my beloved—my s/ar, indeed !” Who can wonder that she gave herself up to the bliss of loving and being loved, when wooed in this tender manner? Who could chide this heart-hungry maiden, who had been starving for affection and sympathy, for feeling that she had never known happiness befure? And she loved him with all her soul. He had won all the passion of her young heart, and she gave herself up to him wholly, unreservedly, trusting him without a suspicion or thought that he could be anything save truth and honor itself. Twilight was beginning to gather when they returned to the hotel where they had left Mr. Rosevelt, but it was not yet so dark but that that gentleman remarked the glorified expression of the young man’s face, and the brilliant light which gleamed in Star's radiant eyes. ‘* May I tell our dear old friend, Star?” Archibald Sherbrooke whispered, as he assisted her to alight from the carriage. She started, and grew crimson. ‘Oh, Mr. Sherbrooke, not to-night, please.” ‘To whom are you speaking, my Star?” he interrupted, with assumed sternness and reproach. She glanced up questioningly, yet with burning cheeks, for she knew what he meant, but was not quite sure yet what he wished her to call him. ‘“My mother calls me Archie,” he said, with a meaning smile. ‘* Must J call you that?” she asked, her heart thrilling at the name, yet instinctively shrinking from addressing him quite so. familiariy just yet. ‘There is no ‘must’ about it, nor about anything else that CONMIEDOOKSs