The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-07-03
SELECTED TALES.
THE SISTERS REVENGE.
BY MISS NJ. MILES.

1t was night of storms, but Mrs. Os.
mond The wife of one the wealthiest mer-
chants 10 the city ofP-------, prepared her
se'i TO abide lis pliless heating. The tea
hoor was Just over, and her son, whose tai
eh's mad already rendered him conspicuous,
entered The apartment, which contained all |
the "ppurtenances of luxury. lie hastily
drew near her.
My dear mother this is kind, indeed.
but you will surely have the carriaae-',is
too stormy for you TO venture iron, home"
" No Henly, poor Cato has been far from
well to-day, and will not call him out.
You know 1t is but a step to Mrs. Delyille's
and with the aid ofyour strong arm shall
succeed very well in my attempt Have
you heard how Therese is to-day -
| Z" stopped as l came up" replied her
yon. She was very low; Florence told
me that she needed no assistance to- nigh, ;
but, dear mother fear for her. Her man
ner was so strange wish they were with
US. How could her uncle leave her in that
boarding house so destitute of all the COM
forts of home 2" and dark flush rose TO
his forehead.
Well, WE'LL my son." said tho mother,
-soothingly, a." | will not leave the sweet
orphans Till something better offers
cone J"
Hour after hour passed by and Florence
Lancy sat by her dying sisters side. She
needed not the storm that was raging with
OUT, as her eye was fixed upon the chang
ing eountenance before her. Oh those
who have stood by the den,h-bed Of the low
ed, alone can tell the bursting agony of
such moment. TO feel they must go
from us forever, and the smile tha, has come
us gleam of gladDess over our path, be
quenched in death---that there must ever
be one void place IN our home, and weary
longing for the music Of voice that is hush
ed. Such hours Of anguish come us chast-
cners, to wean us from earth's dearest ties.
Deeper grew the shadows upon that young
pale face, and Florence bent over the slun-
berer. She opened her eyes and faint
smile lit up her wasted countenance.
Sister dear sister !" she murmurcd In
Inexpressibly sweet and thrilling nccento,
am fast sinking to my rcst--I thank
you, dearest of all, for all your love to your
hayward Theresc. Do not mourn that !
am carly called away. Earth would have
been but weary place for the stricken
heart; but Florence, would that | could
have once more seen him." and faint flush
tinged her palid cheek, as she buried her
face in her pale hands.
Florence sprung to her feet, and her dark
eye flashed wildly as she cried, /" name him
not Theresc, if you would have me keep my
senses. Cold henrted villain as he is, how
can your heart eveD 10 tho last so cling to
hint" Then seeing tho effect her veheinencc
had caused upon the sufferer, she became
instantly calm, and bent above her with the
fondest sootIings.
{" You will forgive, us / do, dearest"
whispered the dying girl, looking into her
face with 40 expression of mingled fesigna-
ton and fear, have long since ceased to
think Of him with anger, and have prayed
long and earnestly for his happiness.
Promise mo TO torgiUe.
But ere Florence could make that prom
Use, Mrs Osmond entered, and but an hour
had passed by, when tho pure and gentle
Thercsc was released from earthly suffer-
ing. The two sweet orphans had been left |
to the guardianship of an uncle, by Mr..
Lancy, their father, gentleman Of fortune
and responsibility. lie was totally unfit for
the charge, although us regarded their pc
cuniary affairs, he was strictly honorable.
He placed them at fashionable boarding
house in P, unmindfu Of their need
Of protector, and then set off upon tour
Of the Western States. Therese a few
months after, left P, To visit friend
in neighboriag city, aud whilst there, fell
into the society Of Liston Howard, man
Of most fascinating exterior, aud insinuaiing
manners. He knelt in homsge at the
shrine Of her youthful loyeliness, aud cast
around her heart many spell Of power,
until he made il all bis own, and then tri-
umphng 10 this Offering to his vanity, be
coldly forsook her. She had
Pour'd her hearts richest treasure forth,
Blu, was unrcpaid for their priceless WORTH
and she sunk beneath the blowout never
until earth and its visions were fast fading
away, did she breathe bis name to her
fond devoted sister. Florence Lancys
character was cart in a different mould
from her meek aud gentle sisters, and deep
ly feeling the want Of all the kindly inhu-
ences Of home, she became cold and
naughty, and although her nature was Pc
culiarIy nfleciionsie and her feelings warm,
yet was there something about hefthat re-
pulsed the approaches Of mere worldly
friends. II was The day Of Therese Lancy's
funeral and Florence kneIt beside the bed
upon which was extended her motionless
form, weeping in all the bitterness Of des-
oIate heart. She was now to take last
look Of the sweet, pale face upon which still
fingered the spirits's smile. Il was mo-
ment Of agony
"oh, not an hour like this,
For bitterness, has Garth"
and she fell that she must 90 forth into a
cold world vi,bent one kindred tie around
which her youne affection might cling.