The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-03-03
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~'-0') S'N ~"~"SSs A@y uu3 80 oAAS As~s-
ened with flushed cheek, some minutes
after to her aunt's incoherent tale.
/" Why this man seeks thus to torture
you, l know not"
" Mother ~ exclaimed the impetuous
Allie Dale, fondly kissing Mrs. Kirbam's
faded lips, Mother Sylvester Trelan
shall stay here no longer. Let me this
very night bid him seek other lodgings
it matters not if We are poor, better 80
tan have your feelings crushed"
Allie ! stay moment. Our pow
erty does matter much We cannot 50
hastily cut from us the means of sup
port but daughter promise you, if
Sylvester Trelan mentions my boy to me
again, he leaves this house forever"
" l am satisfied" murmured Allie.
Another evening was stealing over the
village not dim, misty, weeping one,
as that of yesterday, but radiant with
golden light, balmy and fair. Allie
Dale sat upon the porch step; nature
was joyous, but she was not and,
whilst the birds sang, she sighed. Deg.
you are sad this evening, Miss
Dale, and wherefore ?"
Allie turned and saw Sylvester Trelan
a shiyer of dislike crossed her, and she
answered proudly.
"You need not ask, Mr.. Trelan.
Permit me to inquire why you have
twice cruelty wounded the heart of my
mother twice, and not two weeks have
flown since you entered our family.
Why have you done this ?"
" For my own satisfaction" hurriedly
returned Mr.. Trelan.
"Is your heart Of adamant' You
know what;agony my mother is in at the
mention of Ned; even Mabel and my
self have never dared to advert to him;
by word or look, for years and yet you,
a stranger, ,coolly delight in her misery.'
"Not so-not SO; l have an object
in view," said Sylvester Trelan, with
strange emphasis. ,,3
Allie Dale did not reply. Again she
sighed, and again her companion in-
quired the reason of her grief
Il will tell you," she answered sud-
denly, although you have no feeling.
To save mother, Mabel and myself from
bitter poverty, have partly consented
to wed one can never love; and now
a path of wretchedness lies before me-"
:" Be comforted Allie-Miss Dale!
I'm that path you shall never walk. I
will save you, so help me Heaven !"
"Allie looked up through her tears
to Sylvester Trelan; but he turned
away from her earnest gaze, and left
her alone.
An hour later, Sylvester Trelaa en-
tered the parlor where satlNrs. Kirham,
Allie, and Mabel. A chill silence fol-
lowed his entrance. 1t was broken at
last by Trelan.
"Mrs. Kirham, I wish not to tor
ture you, but ! implore you, tell me, do
you love your SOM" As Sylvester
Trelan paused, his frame shook with
violent emotion.
"In mercy, speak not his name again
!, to me 70 gasped Mrs. Kirham.
"In mercy answer my question, and
I pledge my sacred honor | cease to
trouble you"
"Man tormcnter! You have pitt
lessly torn my bleeding heart since you
came to this house; and now leave it,
and take my answer. love my dead
boy, with passionate undying love !"
Mrs. Kirham almost screamed these
words out, and then clasping her hands
tightly together, she pressed them ON
her brow.
CT have probed your heart but to
heal. Oh, mother mother l have
ever loved you. 1 have pined for you;
mother, behold your son ~ and with
convulsive sob, the strong man threw
himself upon his knees before Mrs. kir-
ham. n.
"Iy son 7" exclaimed the bewildered
woman, looking wildly at Trelan. "Alas,
no my poor boy was drowned"
"lUother, he was not, I tell you 1
am your son, l am Edward Kirham.
In a moment Of fierce anger vowed TO
be dead to you, and left my clothes and
satchel ON the bank that you might
think 1 slept beneath the waters. Oh,
forgive me 20 As Edward
Kirham spoke he swept back the masses
of dark hair from his brow and his high
bold forehead was uncovered. A deep
red scar elowed upon IL. As Mrs.
Kirham's eye fell on this, she utterde
q scream Of joy.
"You are my Ned That scar Wa
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