Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1843-08-12

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nito lover. 1t thus:
You j. I'll recognize my hand writing again. |
have lille 10 say-lor abandon the Intention 1
had formed TO comment on your apparent prcfer~
ence.-Your happiness Is III your own hauds
Circumstances. which will be explained II you q,
add which will excuse this abrupt :orwardness,
compel me 10 urge you TO an immediate choice
Ga your arrva! home, you viii meet me in
yogr fathers house, where shall call 10 await
YOU. confess, tTem5hugiy, that stlli cherish
hope. Ii / am not deceived--if you can con @,
seut 10 lovo Ine--lf my long devotion is 10 be re
wardod-take my hand when you meet me.
That moment will decide the value of my life.
1T be prepared also 10 name another Il you love
hIm-for there 10 a necessity, which cannot e1-
plain to YOU till you havo chosen your hus6lnd,
that this choice should be made on your arrival.
Trust and forgive one who has so long loved you!'
Mabel pondered long on this strange letter.
Her spirit al moments revolted against ITS RPpar-
ent dIctaiIon, but there was the assurance, winch
she could not resist trusting, that II could be cN
planned and forgiven. AT all events, she was at
liberty TO fulfil its acquisitions OK n0t-and she
would decide when the time came. Happy was
Mabel--unconsciously happy-in the generosity
and deiicacy Of her unnamed lover! Her father,
by one of tho sudden reverscs of mercantile for
tune, had been stripped Of his wealth in day!
Stunned and benrt broken, he knew no, how TO
break it to his daughter, bu, be had written for
her to return. His eump;uous house had been
sold over his head, we. the purchaser, whom he
did not know, had literally offered the use o. II
until his affairs wero entirely settled, Aud
time his ruin made public. Tho news
Of it, indeed, had reached Saratoga before tho de
part1re Of Mabel-but thero were mono willing
10 wound her by speasing Of it.
The day was ono Of the sweetest Of Summon
and as tho boat ploughed her way down tho fIud-
son. NJ abel upon the deck lost in thought.
Her fathers opinion of Belaure, and his probable
d.spleasure al her choice, weighed uncomlortably
on her mind She turned her thoughts upon Mr..
Blythe, and fell surprised ut tho pleasure with
which she remembered his Kind manners and his
trust-inspring look. She began TO reason with
herself moro calmly than she had power TO do
with her lovers around her. Sho confessed TO
herself that Bellaure might have tho romantic
perseverance shown in the career OF tho chimney
eweep, and still be deficient in qualities necessa
something false abou, BolIalaro. She could no,
say IN whlt-but no had impressed her. A
long days silent reflection deepenod this impress
ion, and Mabel arrived Mt tho city with changed
feelings. She prepared herself 10 meet him at
her IA ther's house, and show him by her manner
that she could accept neither his hand Ct his for
tune.
Mr. Wyune was at tho door 10 receive his daugh-
ter, and Mabel felt relieved, for she thought that
bis presence would bar MI explanation between
herseIf and BeIlaure. The old man embraced
her with an effusion Of tears which she did not
and closed the door. Mr.. Blythe stood bo-
fore hcri
Forgetting the Ietter-dissocnted wholly IS il
was, in her mind, with Mr.. Bythc-Mabei ran
to him with frank cordiaIity and gave him her
hand! B.ythe stood a moment-his hand trem-
bling ia hers-and suspicion OF tho truth
flushed suddenly on Mnbe's mind, the generous
lover drew her 10 his bosom, and folded her pas
siona.ely in his embrace. Mabe!'s struggles were
slight, and her happiness Unexpectedly complete
The marriage was like ali other marriages.
Mr.. WynHe had drawn little on his imagina'
ton in recommending Mr.. Blythe 10 his daughter
aas Young man of most respectable family"
Mr. Blythe was the purchaser OF Mr.. Wynne's
superb house, and the old ended his days
under its roof--happy 10 the last, ia the society
Of the BIythes large and little.
MIR. Bellalure turned out to be n clover adVon'
,urer. and had Mabel married him she would
hive been Mrs. Bellaiure No 2-possibIY No. ;.
He thought himself too nice q man for monoP-
oily.
think my story is ,old--if your Imagination
has filled up the interstices. that IS to Say
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