True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-08-06
q. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor.

luxury. -'"'i'@ "' ''@ T'''' '.
Piquant and impulsive, graceful, and
some times beautiful, it was not strange
she created an unusual sensation. But
the dreaming, fair haired youth, whose
rapt eyes leaned over his easel in the
fourth story of an old building, in an OBJ
scure street Of the metropolis, owned the
heart that no princely fortune could have
bought. Alice's relative was an intriu
ging, worldly woman. She had no chill
dren Of her own, and whatever afetior
could exist in such nature was bestow
ed on the orphan, Mr.. Reade was ;
widower and millionaire; and if his life
was leaning down to the shadows of six
ty, he thought that was no reason why
he. should not have young and beautiful
wife to preside over the elegant home
whose foundations were already laid on
Fifth Avenue, ...
"She Il throw herself away on iha
handsome young painter, and s!arve tt
dea h in a garrett" mused Mrs, Henley
between her lunch and her lap-dog, afle
a long interview wi h Mr.. Reade.
I'D forbid him the house, but Alice il
such high. irited girl. A little diplo
macy will succeed best with her.
would only be doing the child life lOnl
favor too." .,.. ~ e,.
"We'll see !' Significantly perorate,
the portly lady. as she divided slice o
cake with her canine favori;e.
"Alice :" ....u .....
"Aunt!" and the girls brigh: fac
leaned over the baluslrade.
"Here's letter for you | found among
my cards after dinner. forgot to han
it to you. Excuse moi What, nc
dressed yet for the partyr' Alice cam
eagerly down the stairs, her eyes blight
enlng at the well known chirography.
"No. but shall be in half an hour,
and she went back to her room.
No one saw her again that night Ths
letter struck out all the light, and Joy
and fai b of Alice Reade's life -.
Two months later there was wedding
and very gorgeous one, at the residenc
Of Mrs. Henley. Alice was the wife {
the millionaire. o.. ..g. ..
Well, he was good, indulgent sort Q
husband, and loved his young wife bette
even than he did his house and his horses
which is saying great deal, for thes
were his passions. .,.,..
! And Alice, l have given you III
keynote to her life. You can feel lh
sadness Of the heart hymns amid all III
earth glare and luxury through which
rises.
Yes, il is my triumph hour nov
Lucius Brante," murmurs the lady, q
she twined the watch chain round be
white fingers still pacing up and dow
the chamber floor. Oh, what heart wa
that you sighted, what love was ths
you spurned a. ~. K
"You would never have come to whs
you are now if had been your viii,
My genius would have stimulated, m
affection would have inspired you /! BIZ
you knew ! was poor, and you thougl
ifyou married rich woman-your de-
igns were frustrated finely though, we
en'l they ! In less than year her faith,
died insolvent, and you had pretty
!: helpless little girl on your hands, who,
she had strength to love, hadn't sense
appreciate you. .,... ,..i II
"Well, you deserve it all, and I'm gla
oft. | wouldn't give one cent Of II
thousands / possess to save you, or yol
wife, or child from starvation" and ii
lady brought down her clenched hand O
the table.
No, not on the table, but on boo
that lay there. No wonder the hus
and tho soorn won't out fvsn ths lsdy
} face, for that book was her roiher's' B
BILE, and the old days when she read it
, her knee, came like far travellers ava
from her life's morning, and stood st
: and reproachfully about her. She boy
ed down her fair face on the old brow
} cover and wept, and the angel in her hea
lifted bis head and whispered, "Forgi,
even as ye would be forgiven" The
was a long, fierce struggle betwix. Il
good and the evil in the soul Of ALI
Reade that night. But there was a ne
beauty on her face, and, beauty Of pea
when at last 1t was lifted from tho old B
bic. *
' "Well, Alice, what can / do for "
q this morning!" >..
d Mr.. Reade leisurely drew on his gla
ses as he asked the question, glancing a
3 miringly at the graceful position Of b
9 wife, as she sat in her easy chair, b
! head cushioned on its crimson back.
$ He was a portly, pompous lookiI
man, with a shrewd. self satisfied XII
0 OF physiognomy--a fine, well, unreser
4 ed elderly gentleman on the whole.
< II thank you, ! don't want anythin
Mr.. Reade, unless" n
k "Well, speak out, my dear. for
Z ought 70 have been on Wall street
hour ago."
Q "Didnr you promise me diamoI
+ pin, last week r. She looked up fro
. ihe figures onshe rug with q smile. dim