The Arkansas advocate., 1834-11-21
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 " But you had no reason 10 suppose that. on Jus occasion, Mrs. Wargrave aaa,p conferred with bet family touching your conduct? 2"
 :" No reassn; yet I did suppose it. I knew ihe secret had been kept from her brothers; for, if not, fine manly fellows as they were, nothing would induce them again 10 sit at my board, But ihere uas per- son whose interference between me and my wife l dreaded more than theirs: a brother of Sophy Gavendish, who had loved Mary from her childhood, and wooed her, and had been dismissed shortly after her acquaintance with myself. That fellow I could never endure? Horace Cavendish was the reverse of his sister; grave, even to deection cold and dinnifed in his de- meanour senfentious, taciturn, repulsive Mary had great opinion of him, although she had preferred the vivacity of my man. ner, and the impetuosity of my character. But now that these qualities had been turn ed against herself, might not a revnlsion of feeling cause her to regret her cousin? ,? She must have felt that Horace Cavendish would have invited ali exeentoner 10 hack his arm of, rather than raise 1t against a womani No provocation would have can- sed ham to address her in those terms of insult, in which, on more than one occasion, had iadoleed. began to hate him. for 1 felt EHle in hls presence. I saw that he was my superior in temper and breeding 1. that he would have made a happier woman of my wife, Yet had no pretext for dis missing him, my house. He came, and came, and sat there day after day, arguing upon men and things, in his calm, measured, dispassionate voice. He could pot but have seen that he was odieus to me yet he had not the delicacy to withdraw from our society. Perhaps he thought his pres- enee necessary to protect his cousin Per- haps he thought was not to be trusted with the deposite of her happinessl
 But sureiy,n said l, beginning to dread the continuation of his recital, " surely, af- fer what had already occurred, you were careful torefrain from the stimeants which had betrayed you into an unworthy aetion!o
 :. Right. l aras careful. Ny tempe rance was that of an anchotite. On the pretext of health, refrained for many 1 months from tasting wine. became my self again. My brothers-in-law called me milksop I cared not what they called me. The current of my blood ran cool and free. l wanted to conquer back the confidence of my wife.
 But perhaps this total abstinence ren- dered the ordeal still more critical, when you were compelled occasionally to resume your former habits P
 Right again. l was storing maga- zine against myself There occurred q family festival from which could not ah- sent myself; the wedding oif fts'd;pi6y Cav 1 endish. Even my wife relaxed in her ha- bitua coldness towards me. and requested me to join the party. We met; party oi some thirty gigqling, noisy, brainless, to l jest and 10 be merry. It was settled that must drink the brides health ; and Mrs. Wargrave extended her glass towards mine, as if to make 1t pledge of reconciliation. How eagerly quafed it. The cham paigne warmed my heart. Of my free will, I took second glass. The bridegroom was to be toasted then the family into which Sophy was marrying; then the fafni- 1 ly she was quitting. At length the health of Mrs. Wargrape was proposed. Could I de otherwise than honor. 1t in bumper | looked towards her for further encourage rnent-fnrther kindness but, instead of the expected smile, saw her pale, tremb- ling, anxious. Ny kindling glances and heated conntenance perhaps reminded her of the fatal night which had been the origin of our misunderstanding. Yes. she trem- bled; and, in the midst of her agitation, saw, or fancied saw, a look of sympathy and good understanding pass between her and Horace Cavendish. l turned flercely towards him. He regarded me with con tempt; that look at least did not misn- 1 terpret but rerenged it"
 i Inya!antarily ] rose from inc parapet, and walked a few paces towards the frlgate' in order that Wargrave might recover breath and composure. He followed me-he clung to my arm the rest of his narrative was spoken almost in a whisper.
 sIn the mood which had now taken pos session of me, 1t was easy to give offence ; and Cavendish appeared no less ready than myself. We quarreled. Mary's brother attempted to pacify. Us, but the pnr- pose of both was settled. saw that he ] looked upon me as a venomous reptile te be crushed; and looked upon him as the I loverof Mary. One of us must die to ex- tinguish such deadly hatred. We met al sunrise. Both were sober then. l shot L 1 IL