Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1851-04-17
EDGEFIEID, S. &C., APRIL Il, 1851.


| "That vow," said Philip Anson, "l
now perform, and having shattered in the
dust, Loves altar upon which was in
scribed Musette Wayne, here erect one
to Wealth, and OMIT write Verona Wal
ton."
"Never," I said:to myself passionately
while the blood curdled at my sick heart
"wretch that thouSart, wretched, wretch.
ed that am" ssA
Noiselessly arose from my seat and
entered the room. The music was playing,
the company dancing, oh! how desolate
I felt as l mingledswith the crowd, and
how cursed my wealth as | gazed around
at the luxury.
Philip Anson approached, took his
extended arm, and once more wended
my way to the balcony; for hours we
paced its silent lengths, my heart beat
wildly, painfully, but steadily, thank God
he might deaden, but could not crush it
We talked Of loyeslove in all its beautiful
brightness, we spoke too Of its shadows,
but we soon dismissed that, for oh were
we not too happy.ih our perfect loves, to
feel sympathy wittssuch darkness9 He
swore for the twentieth time that he had
never loved beforesI 1 alone had taught
him loves sweet Lesson.
Certainly" said with con6ding ten
derness, al knowthat you love me, |
know that your high heart spurns the pal
try gold possess and thus the night
passed, and we stiIEtalked. At last we
parted, "verona, he said entreatingly,
"have you not sufficiently tested the truth
of my love, wbepswill you fulfil your
promisea
ain three weeka l answered, "for
such love as urssdeserves speedy re-
ward, and believe NE, meet with it." He
pressed my hand gratefully, and thus we
parted.
Time few rapidIybY, | made prepara-
tions on a. splendidiscale for my nuptials,
my wedding outfit was regal, bridesmaids
and groomsmen were chosen, the guests
were invited, themhlister summoned, and
my trunks packed Eeady to accompany
me on my bridal tour.
The night arrived gliitering in satin and
diamonds, proud entered the crowded
room, followed bysa attendants. Philip
Anson met me at entrance,; i took his
ARM and se Stood before the
minister. The marriage service proceed
ed, and heard Philip Arson VOW to
"love, comfort, and honour" me, vain
mockery how shrunk from the false
hood Then arrived the moment for which
had been nerving myself, and the minis
ter said, "Wilt thou have this man to be
thy welded husbands" I suffered him to
proceed no further.
"No;" answered, in voice that rev.
erberated through the apartment, by all
that is false in man, and true in woman,
say no. Let him who swore upon
Loves broken altar to wed for wealth,
perform his VOW, but Verona Walton,
like Mesette Wayne, spurns the craven
heart of Philip Arson. Here" I said,
handing him package of bank bills, al
wasted some Of your precious time when
you might not only have caught but kept
an heiress, here is your recompense, mon
ey you wanted, money you shall have, |
owe you this for time wasted in my SER
vice."
"Veronaw burst from Philip Anson's
astounded lips. "Verona, listen to me-
but it was too late, had listened to that
deceitful voice too long, and I swept past
him hastily leaving the room.-That was
the last time ever saw Philip Anson, no
protestations could move, refused to
read his lctters-And I now thank God,''
continued Miss Verona Walton, "that he
gave my woman's heart strength sufficient
to do the deed, enabling ME to mete out
punishment where it was due, and hold
ing up to the contempt and ridicule of a
community, the fortune-hunter."
When Miss Verona Walton had finish
ed her story, she hastily arose, and gath.
ering up her working materials abruptly
left the circle. The stiffness of the room
was broken by the laugh of Rose Martin,
who exclaimed
"What a truly novel revengep
"And what an unwomanly one," said
Miss Ruth Seymour. "Verona may call
it strength, but call it the weakest of all
weakness when woman stoops to be re.
venged on the man she processes to have
once loved. Revenge at best, is put a
poor balm, and utterly powerless when
applied to cure the wounds inflicted by
Love.
WE always love to record case oil
pure honesty, such as we saw yesterday
afternoon. A gentleman dropped Il dol.
lar hill in the street, and small boy
with basket of oranges on his arm
who was passing round the Museum
corner, hastily picked it up, and running
after him, returned the bill into the owners
possession. "Ahw said the gentleman
"you are an hanest lad, indeed you are,
sonny" and he gave him cent.
Mosr men, and women too, seem to
consider their school learning as if it were
like tad.pole's tail, meant to drop off as
soon as the owner comes to full growth
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