The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1851-10-18
wnrrrEN FoR TnE CALEpoNns,
THE
DECEIVER'S REWARD.
A TALE OF THE ANDRosCoGGIN.
ny FLOnA.
CONCLUDED.

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Every charm that Julia Merton possessed,
vanished in a moment, she stood before his
Imagination, the guilty fraudulent thing that
she really was. While he sat there, with his
face buried in his hands, imploring mercy and
guidance OF Heaven, in this hour OF despera-
ton, n Alieht noise dialnrben his reYerio, and
in mn instant the lovely form of Emma Ruth
ven stood before him.
l., She remembered that she hAdlel the school
house door unlocked, and she had run more
than half way from her fathers cottage, 20 80
cure her forgotten manuscript Her oheoka,
usually pale, were. flushed with exercise, her
sun-bonuot was thrown OF, which revealed 10
Ernest for the first time, her sunny locks
which fell in natural rnglets horeyes Of the
most heavenly blue, dropped beneath his car
nest gaze, and the dove-like creature would
have flown from his sight without uttering
one word, bat for his mild importuninR man
ncr; the remembrance Of his sacred profcs-
sion dispelled her fears, and she returned TO
a seat near him. Hers was not wild, proud
beauty, like Julia's but il was delicate and
angelic revealing in every lincament Of her
sweet facc, the purity and intellectual refine
mont of her soul.
Ernest did not Allude 10 the manuscript, but
he believed that what he had read was but
the embodiment Of the loveliness which was
so distinctly portrayed in the gentle being be-
fore him. She could not only write, bat
-Epgat- bgzutitut- Thoughts, and. heF GcCoTJs
wcre sweet and engaging, like the low warb-
ling of a bird. BY degrees he drew from her
many particulars OF her history, and every
word she uttered WAS 20 simple and pnre, that
he began to feel himself almost fetterod by
her modest charms.
"'Ts high time that wo return" said Em-
ma, hastily rising "seo, the sunset is faded
in the West, and papa will begin TO wonder
what has become OF me-"
"Wait moment Miss Ruthven," returned
Erneat; 81 haya . request to max of rau,er
weieavc this hallowed spot You will hear
strange things OF me, perhaps ere another ey-
oning draws its sombre curtain over yon
peaceful village, and ask that you will keen
our meeting tonight, profound secret"
. ~ promise - answered Emma in tremu-
1ous tone and thew were soon FAR out of sight
of the little srhool-house
Ernest hnstened with rapid steps to his
sanctum his resolve was takcn-he hastily
prepared his valise, and, descending by tho
back staircase, he pursued his way 10 the
public house. Here he awaited the arrival
of the coach, which soon bore him away to his
native village.
During the silent hours of that eyentful
night, a aickering light might have been seen
atone eofNrRuthven's cottage windows; Emma
could not retire TO rest, for a strange weight
was upon her heart. She had felt pleasure
while listening to Ernest Daytons manly
voice, which she had never tasted before
vet, when she remembered chat Julia Merton
was his aflianced bride, she was sorry that she
did not iiy from his presence, as her timidity
first prompted her. She felt that she had no
right TO think of him, and vet she could not
Danish his image from her thoughts. She re-