Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-09-17

and thoughtless Isabel Lee, as she laughingly
entered her aunt's room.
81 hope you are not serious" she said.
"There's nothing like firtationl'' cried the
merry Isabel. "But you look reproachful-
angry"
"Uh, am not angry, replied Mrs, Berlord,
with melancholy smile.
"But you are displeased.''
"IOur words awaken recOllectiOns which
cause me TO feel sad Isabel; that's all. Sit
down here by nay side, and you shall hear a
story OF one of my tlirtatiOns, which may change
your mind"
Isabel sat down, looking thoughtful, and her
aunt continued 81
"When l was young, like you, dear child,
was quite as gay ami thoughtless as yourself.
| was called ccquette, and, | shame to con-
Tess 1t, glOried in the name, until the occur
renee of the painful event am about to re.
late.
esIIalf dozen times year | used to visit
c., and spend week or two in the pleasant
society in that place. There frequently met
| pale, handsome, sensitive young man, named
Gilbome, who paid me very fattering atten-
tions, making me the theme of several poetic
| eifusions, and with whose Partially was very
| well pleased.
s'I was warned by many well-meaning friends
| against encouraging the addresses Of so impul-
| siye person as Gilborne, who, they said, was
more serious than |, and who might end by
| falling more deeply in love with me than eN-
| pected or desired. l laughed at the idea, and
/ iinding the attentions Of the young poet still
| agreeable continued to receive them until it
| was too late."
ssToo late How so, aunt 2''
"Why, omy astonishment, he one day made
a Iassi9iate declaration Of loveana atiPred m'
his hand.'
"And You did not love him %
sNO, child, was merely pleased with him.
But even then did not suppose that his love
| was more than the result St sudden impulse,
which would pass away with my visit to G.
| So respectfully declined his offer, laughed al
the idea of marrying at that age, and begged
| him to dismiss the subject from his mind
On the following day left @, and returned
home.
| "Letters and poetry followed me, breathing
| the most passionate devotion, and burning
with the elOquence Of love. They bore no
| name, but knew they were from Henry Gill
| borne | was beginning to be very much an
/ nOyed. took counsel with my friends, and
resolved to send all future epistles back to him
| unopened. rcturnedtwO letters in this man
ner; and received no more; but three or tour
| weeks after received n newspaper, in which
| there was sonnet addressed to me, under Q
fictitious name, and signed with his initials
| He had discovered new mode Of reaching
| me with his pass onate etusOns, and from
that time a sonnet or song, signed 'i---
G--;' came TO me from the c. Gazette
nearly every week.
At this time Mr.. BerfOrl was paying me his
addresses. lie was one Of natures nobemen
- frank, generous. firm in what he considered
| right, and, u gentleman i'll his manners
| Having learned lesson from the unhappy ter
| minatiOn of my last Irritation, received Mr.
Berford's attention in different manner from
what had been accustomed to do, and in a
short time we were married.
| The ceremony took place in Church.
loved MIR. Bsriord. Gilborne was at the mo-
ment quite forgotten, and l was perfectly hap
by. | had net thought TO disturb the peace
| of my mind--thc calm repose OF my heart
which had 80 willingly, gladly given away
until, as we were passing from the church, my
eyes fell upon Il wild, haggard figure, standing
| near the door
II was Gilbornc. Ills face was dreadfully
pale, his lips ashy, his eyes CLEANED with al
| unnatural brightness and hc trembled in every
limb. | started, uttered suppressed cry, and
shuddering, clung to my husbands arm.
pang went through my heart--a pang of re-
morse and dread which shall never forget.
ssWhat's the matter' Edward asked.
could not reply, but he saw my eye liked npof
the haggard object i'll the doorway, and knew
why shuddered, for had told him something
of my unfortunate Irritation.
"Is that Gilbornel" he asked.
eyes" / murmured.
By this time all eyes were fixed upon the
unhappy man. 1t was not his pale lace ant
| wild eye alone that attracted attention hi
dress was disarranged; his long, dark hair tel
in dsoTdered locks about his cheeks, and hl
garments were covered with the dust OF travel
But while all eyes were fixed on him, his wer'
fixed on me alone and in my alarm and con-
J fusion felt the blood at irst iorsale my
cheeks, then burn them like fire.
; Gilbome fell back as we approached TN
door, and bowed solemnly with his hand on hi!
! heart as we passed out. | vas glad to los
sight of him, and ardently hoped that hispas
| sion would be cured.
was beginning, however, to feel at cas-,
again, in the midst of my wedding guests, whe
domestic came to me to say that peTsol
wished to see me in the hall. Thinking it wa
some invited friend, who had arrived at lat
hour, hastened to the door alone. Imagine
! my consternati0n,' when l saw tho wild igur
OF Glborne standing before me.
"How do you do 2'' he asked, addressingm
: by INV maiden name. CIV ont you shake hand
< with me,
gave him my hand.
: "You tremble," said he, fixing his wild ey'
upon my face. "Hou are not afraid Of me,
hope 2"
i ooh, no, replied in an agitated voice, f
ID his strange manner frightened mo, "why shou
| be afraid Come n."
"No, thank you; you have company, see
ir and make one guest too many. And l
10 not dressed for party said he, glancing
IN his disordered attire. ESQ YOU will excuse m
an Ha, ha. Wouldn't l cut pretty fgurei''
S'But | cannot talk with you here" SAID
ooh, will not detaiR you aminute. ha
ha, ha! l have question to ask you viii
q is really so absurd, when L think of it, that
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