The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-10-26

ley, and, what is more he never will be-
Uncle said Constance, with a sudden lighting
up in her face, splendor, not glow. when
tell you what know of this young Doctor Nor
daunt, you will withdraw the opprobrious epthet
you have given him. The night of your dreadful
accident, was with poor Kate O'Brien. when he
visited her, and was struck with the kindness of
his manner and the heartiness of his sympathy
1t seemed to me that he was skillful, and that he
felt much interest in her recovery as if q
great reward were to be his. Kate o Brien, SIR
added she, looking toward Wiley, with glance
he could not understand, was favorite servant of
my mothers. My mother had her from child
hood in her household, and loved her almost as
her child. She faithful. gentle, and affection
ate. Ever since her unfortunate marriage she
has lived near us. an object of interest and COM
passion. She was worthy ofthe profoundest pity.
whatever may be said Of her miserable husband.
That Doctor Mordaunt should conscientiously ad-
here to his promise of visiting the poor and owly,
in the face of strong temptation, is, l think. a
noble instance of generosity and self-sacrfce. I
esteemed him before-I honor him now
.And what is this young Doctor to you, that you
defend him so warmly, Constsnce!' cried her un-
Gle, looking suspiciously on her shining couuten-
ance, for it literally shone with moral admiration.
To me, nothing, uncle; but the cause is every
| thing
What causs?'
| The cause of truth, and justice, and humanity.
l thought if you and Mr.. Wiley understood the
circumstances which have related, they would
vindicate DR.. Mordaunt from the charges of Quix-
otism and folly. Uncle, you was attached to poor
Kate-I was summoned to your bed of agony
her brutal husband forsook her-this young man
remained with her till she died. Even then; he
watched her lonely corse. Hannah found him
guarding it, as a sacred trust
Constance paused. She had spoken with more
energy than she was aware of, and faint color
dawned perceptibly on her alabaster cheek.
Wiley, exasperated to find that, instead of lower
ing Mordaunt, he had only exalted him in her es.
timation, rose 10 depart. Constance drew sigt
of relief as the door closed his departing figure
MIR. Goldman looked anxious and irritated.
You have dispeased him. Constance
i care not. uncle. His displeasure or apppro.
barion are alike to me-
He loves you. He has wealth and talents and
a rising reputation. I do not like to see you &c
blind his merits and infatuated by those ofa poor
stranger. l wish to speak to you openly, Con
stance. l do not think shall ever recover from
the shock my constitution has received. 1t is time
that should transfer my guardianship to auother
| Wiley is rich himself, and cannot be allured by
your fortune. His attachment is disinterestec
and sincere, yet he has sufficient worldly wisdom
to. watch your property, and his sobriety
prudence, and good sense will secure your domes
tic happiness. l like Wiley. wish you to mar
ry him.
i do not like him, uncle. l do not wish II
marry him, or any one else. His worldly wis
dom chiIls the very atmosphere l breathe. IF
ever do marry it shall not be man of dollars ant
cents, a man without warm and generous af
fection, one noble, lnagnunimous feeling. Kat
O'Brien, the drunkard's wife, was not more wor
thy of pity than l should be. Her heart wa
crushed-mine would be frozen
Constance said her uncle, suddenly raisn
himself on one elbow, then falling back with
groan of pain, if you have received sudden pas
sion for this young doctor, will never counter
ance it; warn you against this folly. 1t shall b.
blasted in the very bud.'
%! uncle, have you 500 poor an opinion of m
as to believe me incapable of an unselfsh. gener
) Gus sentiment! l am not one to be governed b.
) the impulse of passion. You know I am not.
: am called the snow maiden, because am deeme
: so cold and impressble. do feel interested il
this young physician, for he has shown hlmse
magnsnmous and strong to resist temptation.
noble spirit struggling with destiny is worthy of ad
miratiou. l would give worlds to hold out to hin
helping hand. / would give any thing that
were a man, that could offer him brothers. aid
: friends assistance. feel guilty in the posses
sion of wealth, so far beyond my want when
might serve as golden ladder, on which grea
soul could mount to the heights of honor and dis
tiuction.'
You are strange girl, Constance; do nc
understand you.' cried her uncle, feeling throug
the icy coldness of his nature 10 spite of his ow
will. the penetrative sun-rays Of her own philar
p thropy. He said he could not understand he
but he did in some measure. He understood be
enough to know that she was mised by no girls
:, fancy, unma1denly passion. but actuated by
:. high and holy benevoence. He listened to hi
g with more patience. on that couch of suffering,
which she had been waiting. ministering ange
9 than he would have done in his days IF health ar
u ease.
Il Uncle she added, fixing her Clear serene ey'
b on his face and taking his thin soft hand in Il
1t palms of hers, you are man. and can do what
d cannot. You are rich-one of the stewards .
D Gods gold. You can take this young man by tt
# hand and lift him above the iniu ences of povert
d so chilling and depressing to the young ambitio
IT mind. You said this morning you did not iii
n D ctor Lewis. that he was careless and ndiffe
10 ent, that he would not listen to your complaint
i and seemed 10 think that you had no right
,e make Them
:. Yes, did say so.' interrupted Mr.. Goldma
ard say SO again. He never stays longer tn
IN three minutes, treats me like a common patient
n. He has too many patients. uncle. You are
no consequence to him. Yourmoney is no mo
n to him than any other mans. If you should 81
ploy this young doctor, he would be grateful a
NO attentive. You would have the satisfaction of fe