The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-01-31


tidence in you that have felt in the early
days of our engagement
i But why did you seek Tberesa's socie-
~ Z said she tremulously.
That there is n secret between us, j
acknowledge he replied, but you shall
soon know what il is, my heart has never
} wandered from you--will you take my
} word, and be to me my own con6ding, nf-
feciionaie Francesca Yes dearest, he nd
! ded, clasping the now subdued and weep
ing girl to his heart, will forget all if you
will only smile as you were wont to in days
past, and a tear from his manly eye fell ON
her burning cheek, us he imprinted upon
it a kiss, as pledge that his affection was
unchanged.
} Theresa now. entered the room, accom-
panied by her brother, aud tall, dark
J complexioncd foreigner, whom Frederick
introduced as Count Montrano.
"And the nfiinanced husband Of your
sweet cousin added Gerald, presenting her
to him. This is our secret, was pleading
the cause of my friend, who had ncciden-
tally met with, and became attached To
Miss ST. Elmer, when she was absent last
summer, but it was long ere she would con-
sent to leave her parents, aud then only
when Cesnrio hnd promised TO make Ea-
gland his home for her sake. Will you n
gain doubt me dearest Z
Never dear Ge-ald--never =
Three years passed by, and nt the close
OF sweet summers eve, Lady Comcy
watched alone beside her sick babe, who
Ind jus. fallen into quiet slumber. The
light wind hardly moved the heavy draper
les Of the windows, and the parting sun
beans just liz up for moment, the golden
hair aud flushed check of the slumbercr,
aud then faded away. The young mother
bent above the couch with look of intense
affection. Her face was still fair, but her
beautiful brow bore lines Of cnre, which
seemed not meet to be there. The little
boy stirred, and she murmured few low
sweet notes, ill he again sank to rest.
Sleep, dear one Sleep she whispered,
may not the prayer Of thy mother be
heard 7 And her hot tears fell fast upon
the face of the little innocent as she knelt
beside the bed in prayer. She was reused
from it by the step Of her husband, who en-
tered with the physician. The pleading
eye of the young mother was raised to the
face of the latter as he felt The chiIds pulse.
He sleeps calmly, said he, ! hope the
worst has passed. Lady Comcy clasped
her hands together and burst into flood Of I
grateful tears.
The physician then gave some directions :
and departed, and Lord Comcy approach
ing his wife kissed her cheek aud said
francesca, ] am compelled to leave you
s,nA ts,x,, h,.. Il u a
boy will be better when ] return a
Go, CO. was all she said, turning codly =
away, and again tnking her station beside
The child's couch.
For two years after the marriage Of Lord J
and Lady Comey, they had lived in n state
ofperiect happiness but the last few msnihs
had been embiiered by the suspicious Of
francesca, who imagined that her husbands .
affections were bestowed upon another. {.
Gerald had borne them until his home was
painful to him, and he sought peace and :.
happiness away from it.
Night waned, and the mother still kept
her weary vigil. TOWARDS sunrise the babe \
nwokc in strong conynIsions, and few mo- 4
rnents terminated his career. Lady Comcy e
was wildly clasping the senseless clay to p
agitated. lie forcibIy took the corpse Of a
his son from her arms, md then folding her J.
to his bosom mingled his tears with hers. b
She sobbcd ms child md breaking from IA
him, cast herself beside the body. You u
do not love memo one loves me now--no d
one ever loved the but my own sweet child o
And they we're obliged To force her from )
the room in order to perform the last sad CT
Offices. n
Theresa, who was now Countess Mon {,
lrauo, flew to comfort her cousin, upon the ID
frs, intimation Of the melancholy event, and 81
some weeks with her, using all
her endearments to render her situation "
more hnppy. o.
'Tis all in vain,' she one day said, in re- NJ
ply to Theresa, The day before The Gepnrt- W
pre Of the latter for her own home, Ger al
aid does not love me os he did two years ago, Al
and nm weary, weary Of the world. My "
sable habiiments, aud faded cheek arc not b'
to re-awaken 1t. Oh no one ~
ever loved me but my boy. te
Francesca, you are throwing away both "
your own happiness and that Of your bus- NJ
band and friends. Gerald loves you with "
he same devotion as in early youth, bnt uI
vou treat bum with chilling GOODNESS. He ed
will not long brook H. u
Is /, Infection to me TINT prompts hin, to en-
pow The knew at the shrine Of Mrs St. de
cIsir's bcauiy-I could almost scorn his hl
ove now. nj
!,c il so, madam exclaimed her hns- OF
,aod, it is better far to psr. 10
lie had entered unobscrved, and been a sr
istener to al that had passed between the or
wo cousins. re
'AIl the proofs Of love aud regard which OF
have given you, certainly merii.sueh re- rr
urn,' he continued with bitterness; but we IN
must part. have borne with oil your pride h'
md Jealousy, but The wife who has once Ire