The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1844-07-19

'llarland sought tn tletain her mo.
ment, for the answer she had promised.
But she only replied with look and ac-
cent he could not comprehend, you will
receive it soon from my mistress
'Pshaw exclaimed he in pet; 'what
care for your mistress :"
But you must care for her, and love her
too for she is far more worthy Of your
heart than poor Genevieve.'
If do may MY
Hush do not swear, lest you should
forswear yourself the next minute. Re-
member what | say. In less than quar-
ter of an hour you will forsake poor Ge-
nevieve. You will not acknowledge your
love for her in the presence Of my mis-
tress.'
Come! ! cried IIarlland, scizing her
hand, lead me at once TO your mistress
and put me 10 the test
Genevieve did not reply, but led him
into a capacious apartment whose win
dows, reaching 10 the floor, opened on q
terrace overlooking 4 little river that Skin
ted green lawn, as it coursed its way TO
eternal oblivion in the bosom of the great
father Of waters. No one was there to re-
ceive him, and Genevieve Immediately
left the room, merely saying, Il will tell
my mistress you arc here He remain
ed a few minutes looking out on the scene
before him, but unconscious of its lowell
ness, when he was reused by the opening
of door. and, turning found, perceived a
female advancing with hesita,ng steps
and head inclining toward the earth. Her
face was entirely hid by thick black
veil. which descended below her waist,
and prevented the contour Of her figure
from being seen.
llartland advanced to pay his compli-
ments and express his Acknowledgements,
which he did with his usual grace and nu-
ency. But the lady made no reply, and,
for few moments, seemed greatly agl,at-
ed. At length, she slowly put aside her
veil, and at one disclosed the face Of Ge-
nevieve, glowing with bushes of modest
apprehensive delcacy, her eyes cast down
and her bosom swelling with emotion.
In an instant he comprehended all.
'Genevieve = he exclaimed--'Is it pos
sible p
Yes answered the aforementioned,
persuasive, gentle voice which had so Of
ten soothed his pains, and quoted his pa
tienco in the hours of sickness. yes,
once poor Genevieve, your nurse-now
rich and happy Gcnevieve, for now she
has found in the man she would have Sc
lected from all the world, one who loves
her for herself alone. llartland, dear
Harlland, will you forgive me i! 1t is the
last time will ever deceive you
Uartland was not obdurate, and The for
giveness was accorded by folding Gene
We've in his arms, and imprinting on her
lips the first, sweetest kiss of love.
'lIow can | ever repay you for your
gentle cares and noble generosity to a
stranger! 2 at length he said.
BY always remembering and loving
poor Genevieve. But you are not so
much stranger as you think. No one
in this wide land is ignorant of your
name; but II am an old acquaintance.
You, Genevievc =
Yes. see | must humble my vanity,
by introducing myself to your notice. DO
you remember travelling north about ten
years ago, and accidentally falling in COM
pany with Mr.. NJ, a Creole gentle
man. consisting of his wife and his niece,
a little girl scarcely eleven, and very small
for that agel Yes---wel was that little
girl but you know tits the fashion among
us to consider tiny women like me not as
angels, but nobedies. was not named to
you, nor do know that you ever heard
me called by any name bu, Jenny. A,all
events, you took no other notice Of me
than sometimes TO pat my head in pass
ing, and once-I shall never forget it
you stopped down and gave me kiss, in
sport. had often heard you spoken of
in terms that called forth my admiration,
and that kiss was never forgotten. You
don't know how early. the flower begins
to bud in our spring. We parted, you to
forget, to remember you forever. |
knew you the moment you were brought
hitler; and now you have my history.
This humble person, and all that inherit
is yours, and, be assured, | will forgive
your infdelity, should you lorsake your
humble nurse. poor Genevieve, for her
mistress
'Forsakc poor Genevicve ! cried Hart
land. When | do, may my tongue be-
come mute, and my mind desert. No !.
dearest girl, must be without memory
and without gratitude, when ! forget her
who lowered, and watched, and some
times WeDt--was il not so, sweet Gene.