The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1853-03-19

N laS the end came. There was
scene sf mutual reproaches, aud Mon
iaguc, sung 10 madness, exclaimed.
"W0man, You have embjiierrd my I
liicl You have blasted my las, hope, [
You have ruined my peace, and destroy l
ed my prospects. find too late that |
have taken a viper TO my hosom--but,
at least. sling me no more y
" Dora rose up, pale and calm, in all
the dignity Of outraged womanhood, nj
ihosc insulting words. Montague watch
cd her uneasily, and muticrcd confus-
cd apology, but she Put him aside rs if
she saw him not, and left The room. An
hour passed, and be still paced The room.
There was a light step in the hall lie
smr'S~tontcmpiuou>iy, for he thought
she would enter, and kneeling. as she
80 oitm had done, ask his forgiveness.
But he knew not woman's pride. The
step passed on, and ms he turned to re-
sumo lis watch, the gate swung togeth-
er with heavy clang. Dora had left
her home and her husband forever"
/ saw, by the faint light that fell
around US, that jimmie was weeping, and
taking her hand in mine, VIC sat in ST.
lence for time My grandmother sat
more erect and stately than ever, though
! saw, by the tremulous motion of her
mouth, that she was deeply agilated.-
The twilight shadows dcepened around
us and no sound was heard save the
song of the frogs in the neghboring
marshes. | know not why it is, but
those notes, heard far away through the
stiffness Of summer evening, always
sadden me, and now my tears fell fast.
Suddenly, the moon stood forth from an
envious cloud, in all her brightness, and
her rays cnveloped our three fgnrcs in
a robe of golden splendor. My grand
mother fixed her eyes for moment
upon the beautiful star that stood by the
night queen, and then turned once more
to us.
"Well, children, is your faith in love
still mistaken What say you, Win
ME Z" THAT | must class my self with
the unbelicvers, henceforth and forev-
err
"Shame on you, sister, for that
speech !" said Jimmie, energetically +;
and grandmother, do you know | dis
like Dora, very. very much indeed p
My grandmother colored visibly.
"Why so, child z"
" Because she ought not to have left
Montague She promised, before God,
TO love him through all things she
promised neper TO forsake him, and she
broho her vow. She WAS periured in
the eyes of God"
"Child child" said my grandmoth-
er, passionaiely, "you know not what
you are talking of She would have
fingered through miserable existence
had Fhe done so,-brnging misery up
on herself and doing good 10 no one
she would have rejoiced when the hour
of deliycrance came, though her life
was TO be the forfeit, and then"
"-d1d Men--' said jimmie, with a
beautiful eanestness ! had never seen
in her before, " and Hen she could have
Looked back upon life spent in the
periorni'''''e Of her duty, and died for
" Ilumphl A woman. privilege ~
said my grandmother, sarcastcany.
But did Dora live" said /, willing
to change the conversation. did she
| love again Z"
4" She lived, Winifred; she married
twice afterwards, but everything that is
high and noble in woman had been
crushed out of her heart, and she never
loved again. How could she, with The
terrible remembrance of her early life
ever present with herr Oh, my chill
dren' love if you will, if you must, but
take warning by Dora, and make to
yourselves no earthly.idol, or your wor-
ship will be in vain"
My grandmother passed into the
house, and after moments silence,
jimmie nestled closer TO my side, and
whispered her standard question =
Say, Winnie, do you think it is all
true ?"
Hush !" said l, quickly "she has
given US glimpse of her life"
Ten years have gone by since we
heard that tale in the summer twilight,
Jimmie has just left me, and as / see her.
anxions, care-worn and unhappy, siriv-
ing in vain to meet all the wishes Of her
selfish husband and her three noisy
children, j look with the greatest COM
placency around my sunny little room.
and exclaim, Thank Heaven that |
look my srandmoiher's warning, and am
living the happy life of an old maid"
Goethe says =" Our desires are the
presentimenls Of The faculties which lie
within US, the precursors Of those things
which We are capable Of performing.
That which We would be. and that
which We desire, present themselves to
our Imagination, about ne ia the future
We prove our aspiration after nm object
which We already secretly possess. IL
Is lhus thai an intense anticipation trans
forms a real possibility into an magma
~ reality. When such a tendency Is
decided in "a. Al each stage Of our de-
vclopment portion of our primitive
desire aecomplishes itself under ia
vorable circumstance by direct means
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