Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1847-04-30
THE SISTERS REVENGE.
BY MISS NJ. MILES.

II was night oil storms, but Mrs. 0smond
the wife OF one OF the wealliesl merchants il
the city Of P, prepared herself 10 abide
lis pililess beating. The tea hour was jus
over, and her son, whose talents had already
rendered him conspicuous, entered the apart
ment which contained the appurenances 0
luxury, He hastily drew near her,
My dear mother! this is kind indeed, bu
you will surely have the carriage--lis TOT
stormy for you TO venture from homer
No. Henry, poor Cato has been far from
well To-day, and will not call him out. Yor
know it is but step to Mrs Delviles an,
with the aid Of your strongarm shall succcet
very well in my attempt. Have you heare
how Theresse is to-day W 49,. A
~ stopped as came up,i replied her -
" Florence told ME that she needed no assiA
lance tonight; but, mother, fear for her. IIe
manner was so strange-l wish they wei
with us. How could her uncle leave her IL
that boarding house so destitute of all the COM
forts of home 81 aud dark flush rose 10 his
| forehead,
swell, well, my son." said the mother soolh.
ingly, " will not leave the sweet orphans, Till
something betters olfers-come %
| Hour after hour passed by, and Florence
LancY sat by her dying sisters side. She
needed not the storm that was raging without.
as her eye was fixed upon the changing coun.
tenance before her. Oh those who have
stood by the death bed Of the loved, alone can
tell the bursting agony of such a moment. To
feel they must 60 from us forever, and til,
smile that has come as a CLEAN of gladness
| over our path, be qnenched in dealh-that there
must ever be one void place in our home, and
weary longing for the music Of a We ice whose
melody is hushed. Such hours of anguish
come as chastenere, TO wean us from earlh'e
| ties. Deeper grew the shadow upon the
young pale face, and Florence bent over The
slumberer. She opened her eyes and faint
smile lit up her wasted countenance.
Sister! dear sister ~ she murmured in in
eXpressibly sweet and thrilling accents. ~
am last sinking 10 my rest-I thank ynu dear
est tor'all your love 10 your way-ward There's.
Sc. Do not mourn that | am early called A.
way. Earth would have been but a weary
place for The stricken heart but, Florence 1
would that could have once more seen him.
and faint flesh tinged her pald cheek, as she
buried her face in her pale hands.
Florence sprang 10 her feet, and her dark eye
flashed wildly as she cried, Name him not ifI
you would have me keep my senses. Cold
hearted villain as he is, how can your heart
even to the last so cling TO him." Then see-I
ing the effect her vehemenee had caused upon
the sufferer she became instantly calm; and
bent over her with the fondest soolhlngs.
"You will forgive, as do, dearest" whis-l
pered the dying girl. looking into her face with
an expression of mingled resignation and fear.
81 have long since ceased to think of him with
anger and have prayed long and earnestly for
his appiness,-Pr me TO forg,uc ~ ,.
But ere Florence could make that promise.
Mrs. 0smond entered, and but al hour had
passed by: when the pure and gentle Theresse
was released from earthly suffering. The lwn
sweet orphans had been left to the guardian
ship Of an uncle, by Mr.. Lar cy, their father,
a gentleman Of fortune and responsibility. He
was totally unfit for the charge, although as
regarded their pecuniary affairs, he was Strict
ly honorable He placed them at fashiona-
BILE boarding house IN P, unmndful OF
their need of protector, and then set off upon
a tour OF the Western States. Theresse, few
months alter, left P, TO visit friend IN!
a neighborng city, and whilst there, fell int
the society oil Lision Howard, man of mos
fascinating exterior, and insinuating manners
He kneli in homage al the shrine Of her youth
iul loveliness, and cast around her heart MANY
spell of power, until he made il all his own.
and then triumphing in this offering to his valt
lily, he colby forsOok her. She had
"Pourd her hearts rich treasures forth,
But was unrepaid for their priceless WORTH
and she sunk beneath the BLOWOUT never
until earth and its visions were fast fading
away, did she breathe his name 10 her foGj,
devoted sister. Florence Lancy's character
was cast in different mould from her meek
and gentle sisters, and deeply feeling the want
of all the kindly influences Of home, she be-
came cold and naughty, and although her na-
ture was peculiarly afectionaie and her iedl-
ings warm, yet was there something about hbr
that repulsed the approaches of mere worldly
friends.-lt was the day of Theresse LancSs
funeral, and Florence knelt beside The bed