Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-07-12
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well, you shall always have my love, and
l hope you will never do anything that will
merit my displeasure, as it will grieve me
very much. Now my purpose in sending for
you this morning was to tell you that if you
would not see, or receive the attention of any
young man without my permission, you might
go and stay with your grandma until next
winter. l hope you have forgotten that worth
less Gilmour. had rather see you a corpse
than married to man like him-oue who de-
pends upon his father for support, and spends
his time gambling and drinking. You made
a very narrow escape my child, and hope
your eyes are now open to the awful precipice
over which you were about to plunge into
misery
Papa, you are too hard on Harry. He is
not quite SO bad as you suppose him to be-
As he grows older he will, I hope, become
more steady
Do not talk in that manner, Abby. l do
not want to hear you extenuate the faults of
worthless fellow that sought to obtain your
hand because your Golfers were full of gold.
Had you been penniless, he would not have
noticed you. Now promise me that you will
not see him or have anything to say to him
when you return. If you do, never more can
l take you to my heart you will be 10 me as
stranger, if you disobey me in this matter,
and the wealth that have toiled for early and
late shall ll'pass into the hands of Strangers
So mark well my words-I speak calmly and
earnestly. Kiss me now then run and show
Lucy how to pack your things, as | have
made arrangements to start Tomorrow
Abby was not long in putting everything
nicely in the same trunks that she had packed
so reluctantly to come home, but with what
different feelings What was then such
labor was now pleasure. She stole time to
drop few lines to Ida to apprise her of her
coming-knowing that she would tell Harry.
Once more is she among her old school
mates and friends. Once more has her dear
old grandfather put his hands upon her glossy
brown hair, and said God bless you,' and her
grandmother made her sing some of her IA
yoyite songs; and last, though not least, in
her estimation, has she been clasped to the
false heart of Harry Gilmour, and listened TO
his second proposal of an elopemens. Ida
urged her on, and at last, when her father
was gone but two short days, the promise she
had made him was broken; and with Ida for
her bridesmaid, did she steal of, and unite
herself to one who loved the fair creature by
her side a thousand times more than he did
her, whom he swore TO love and cherish,
(though Ida was unconscious of it.) How
confdingly she leant upon his arm, and how
tenderly she spoke. Tears, in spite of her
efforts, would steal to her eyes. Her JOY was
so great, yet with it was mingled dread of
something she could not define-that told her
the flowers OF love would be withered, and,
ere the cup of happiness was more than tast-
ed, it would turn to gall and wormwood.-
Harry was as kind as he could be, and be-
slowed every attention upon her. Where
were they to go! Harry's father lived in the
country, and she was afraid to tell her grand
parents. After a great deal of persuasion
from Harry (who was not prepared for an
emergency like this, as he always thought as
soon as they were married. Abby would tell
the old folks, and they would receive them,)
Abby told her grandpa what had taken place,
as he was not so severe on Harry as her
grandmother was, and got his consent for
al IL
then went to reconcile his wife to it. He
said what was done could not be undone, and
the best way was to do what they could to re-
form Harry.
After great deal of persuasion the old lady
consented, and they were received kindly
Now, thought Harry, l am fixed and settled
nothing to do now but lay back and be pre-
pared some of these days 10 exclaim, 'I am
monarch of all | survey
But how unstable are all things! A few
months rolled round. when Abby's- grand
mother was taken i'll, and in few days all
that remained of her was encased in the mar
row coffin, and borne to Its last resting place
beneath the cold, dark earth. Her aged part
ner mourled his loss, and daily returned
thanks TO his Maker, that he had nearly lived
the allotted time for man, and that it would
be but short time that they would be parted.
Mr.. Woodman has never become reconciled,
and has made his will in favor Of distant
relative. Harry depended now upon what
Abby's grandfather would leave. How mu-
table are human affairs A crash came in
the commercial world, and swept away at one
stroke all the profits Of many years labor, and
left the old man penniless when most he need
ed the comforts and luxuries Of life. The
splendid mansion, with all it contained, passed
into other hands. Mr.. Woodman kindly
stepped forth and offered all that was his to
the bereaved and poverty-stricken father of
his dear wife, who accepted it, and never
knew the change, only he felt sorry to have
nothing to leave Abby. He did all in his
power to reconcile Mr.. Woodman, but he re-
mained inexo-able, and died, leaving his vast
wealth to another.
Abby has gone through all the misery that
her father predicted, and now lives in the coun-
try in a small, miserable house, surrounded
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