Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-03-03

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tress of Sydenham convinced him it was
no idle tale, his love for Isabel. You
have been SC frequently at the house.
said Mr.. Malverton, you probably know
II my brother received my letter. Ibid
write continuing to Isabel the allowance
settled upon her mother. | had then no
idea of coming home, bat | started very
soon after the fetter. yearning to see my
old home once more. Came over me, had
40 ties to bind me- there.
Il am very sure your letter never was
received by your BROTHER said Sydenham;
indeed. see nothing to disbelieve in
Merton's story
Let us walk over the house: | would
fam see and Judge for myself Syden-
ham consented, and during their walk let
us turn for moment to lsa bel. She was
crossing the large hall of the mansion, oa
her way TO her uncle's room, she had been
detained later than she expected BY COM
pany. Clara not leaving her chamber since
the afternoon. As Isabel entered the
hall, Clara opened door on the other
side. 1t was at that moment, Mr.. Nal
verton and Sydenham reached the house.
There was inside venitiou doors to the
hall, which were closed, so that both gen
tlemen could see, themselves unGbserved.
Sydenham attempted TO open the door,
but the strong grasp of Richard Malver-
ton was upon Ills arm, his voice whisper
ing IN his ear-'Hisi! | will listen and
Judge for myself thls is no common
easel
Where are you going fsabel? said Cla
ia, that is if l may ask
To my uncle's rocm, said Isabel
cold!y.
1t is late.' said Clara. (haunted by vague
suspicious of evil, my father may be in
bed
No Isabel replied he promised to see
me this evening"
Promised then ii is an appointed in
terview-,o what purpose7'
Relative to my accepting the situation
as govorness in Mrs. Stanley's family
In Mrs. SANKEY'S family said Clara
becoming very pale, i never heard Of this
before?'
The glance from Isabel Everet,'s eye
made Clara quail under the detection of
the falsehood she had uttered, and stern
ly Isabel said:
Clara! when you took the note you
knew TO be mine, and answered it TO suit
your own purposes. how did you dare
address disrespectful language to Mrs.
Stanley in my name? Oh. |, was most
unkind, Clara. to induce her for one mo-
ment to suppose / could thus return her
great kindness
Isabel moved towards the door but
Clara placed her hand upon it.
Grant me one favor, Isabel; tits the
first have ever asked-lwill never for
get it, Do not go TO Mrs. Stanley's
why should stay?' exclaimed Isabel.
'to be an object of scorn and contempt!
For my dear uncles sake, l have borne.
oh. hol1 much of the bitterness that fast
ers upon the life strings of the poor de-
pendant. 1t will grieve him but cannot
harm him now, TO know that must seek
another home. Let me pass, Clara, if
you pleaseF
is this my answer then?' said Clara;
the passion slumberlug in her bosom rons
ed into fury, AND is it thus you refuse
the first request ever made you. This
is your oblising disposition; Inability
of character; very proverb in the mouth
of my father. You have been fl recep-
ton for tine counselS Of your sanity
mother
Stop Clara! you know not what you
are saying. Do not take the name Of my
dead mother upon your lips in mockery!
OH if you had come to that mother, a
lonely and desolate orphan, asking for
protection and sympathy, she would have
taken you TO her heart, and cherished you
there forever The hidden founts of me m
DRY had been touched by rude hand.
and every fibre in the heart of Isabel vi
brated to the touch; tears forced them
selves down her pale cheek, which she
would fain have checked; for the cold ey e
that was upon her, made her shrink from
any betrayal of feeling. Gently she said
Let me go to my uncle; of what avail is
protraction of this painful scene?'
You shall not co. said Clara. while
her eye flashed. and her thin nostrils di-
lated with passion, you shall not go while
have power to prevent it!
Nor is it necessary said the clear,
stern tones of Richard Malverton, who
entered the hall. followed by Sydenham;
Isabel Everett shall have home, with.
out seeking for it az4fsssSt strangers
The sight of Sydenham uact3e Clara re
coil; but she rallied ins;an.ly. and asked
in her hansh,iest tes<. And who are you
sir?'
One. whose hand writing is better
known to you than his face-Richard
Malverton! Go toyour father and tell hin
his brother would see him! Humbed
in the dust. the guilty, but unrepentan
girl left the ROOM