Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1841-01-21
Mr.. WeiIapd were familiar guests al
Major IIarcouu's.

II think, sniC Emma To her HUSBAND,
"thHt Fitzgerald rather avoids us oi late.
| met him ,hi. morning as we were walk
! ing IN Broadway, und Introduced Sophia
, 10 him but he had little opportunity Of
seeing her, as her veil was down, and
none of conversing with her, as she was
seized with one al those fits Of trembling
that alarmed me So mu.l the day you
: returned with him from the country.
hope she is moi nervous. Albert ordered
/ his carriage aud the ride soon restored
her. wish he would become acquaint-
, ed with her. She il exactly calculated
to make him happy, and Il Is idle To sup
p So he will ever hear from lsdore."
81 think ms you do, Emma, but still
his situation is an embarrassing one, as
it would bo dreadful indeed to marry one
woman, aud be claimed by another"
"True, true, Henry but it is now al
! most six years since she left him and
could he obtain this lovely creature, lie
would be fortunate indeed. never saw
any one so much admired, and so worthy
ot admiration, that valued it so little
She prefers social evening with me to
4 the most splendid party, and a game at
/ romps with yonr pet, Albert, to walk
( with our most fascinating bcaux. To-
morrow she spends the day with US, and
| am 10 send for her harp. Bring Fiz-
gerald home with you, and say nothing
OF our guest"
\ 81 will" replied Harcoun.
\ After Cay Of refined and social en-
joyment with her new friends, at evening
Miss Walstein took her harp. She was
playing a Scotch air when larcourt
came home with Fitzgerald. They stood
some time nj the open door, charmed
with the melody. The latter seemed
spell-b"und. Was it the music that en-
tranced him, or was he admiring the
beautiful creature that touched the
strings with her white and delicate fin
/ gers His enger and admi,ing gaze
delighted Emma, and she spoke to him:
the music ceased, and the fair musi-
clan hung over the instrument, pale and
trembling. Her agitation was n,trbu-
ted to fatigue from playing so long but
| she soon recovered herself. Fitzgerald
was constantly examining her lncc, when
he could do SO without absolute rudeness;
though after an hour spent IN her socic.
ty, he listened more than he look cd, for
he thought her uncommonly agreeable
still he appeared quite thoughtful, and at
| every pause III The conversation quite
dull.
\ Days and weeks passed, and Fizgcr-
aid visited Sophia Walsiein every day.
"Ilarcourt," said he, "you have drawn
ne into the society Of this charming wo-
man, whom it is impossible TO know and
not to love ard yet, whom it would be
dishonorable for me 10 seek TO obtain.
Why Go you smile Do not trile with
me, Henry you know not the struggle
between my attachment and my sense OF
honor. ! sometimes wish l had never
seen her"
81 would not trillc with you, Albert ii
but you must have discovered Sophia's
preference for you. Why no, declare
yourself Z"
care you mad, Harcourt Am | not
married man +? The lost Isidore is for.
gotten by the world her beauty and
her virtues buried in oblivion; but can
not forget the tenderness with which
once almost adored her. Yet lore
Sophia, devo,edly, ardently. There is
something about her, though never
mentioned IT before, that reminds the of
lsldore. The expression of her eyes,
sometimes, when she gazed on me the
tone OF her voice, particularly when il is
tone oi tenderness, brings the arless,
self sacrificing creature before me so
iorcibly, that her name is invoIuDtarib Il
on my lips. Ii was this resemblance that
first drew me to her but il is her noble,
and accomplished mind, and
lovely, amiable temper, that irresistahly
attach me to Sophia Wal-tcin. Ii has
almost become impossible for me to con-
ccal my feelings towards her, and this
nigh, will tell her my history 1t may
be unavallmg, and perhaps selfish; but
cannot resist the impulse that prompts
me. IL She dcspises and avoids me,
cannot but relinquish her society, which
has already become SD dangerous to my
peace of mind, and quit country in
which l seem doomed to meet with moth
ing but sorrow and modification. Il,
Fitzgerald walked the apartment in an
agony OF doubt and anxiety. Ilarcourt
endeavorcd TO soorhe him by telling him
to fear nothing, and striving 20 convince
him that he might indulge his attachment,
and seek It's return with honor but he
continued pacing the room until the ser
want announced Miss Watsicin, when he
took his hat and rushed into the street.
lie returned more composed, and seat
Ing himself beside the object OF all his
socIiude, attempted to converse with his
nccustomed freedom. Sophia was talk 5
ng ot the Importance Of education to ic- S
males. III
"Wlll you hear my story, Miss Wal il
stein :" at length he abruptly said. "It u
s melancholy illustration of what you I
nave just been saying, but think | can
ell II to you, though | scarcely know l
Why ask you To listen to it," Il,
She turned very pale, and trcmblcd I
excessively when he spoke of his wife :;
Icr artless lovcllness, his regret and sor- |
ow Tor her loss, and his long search for q
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