Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1857-03-18
EDGEFIELD, s. c., MARCH IS, 1857.
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, they never came in collision, for Irene was Mr.
Cadell's idol, and she even felt kind of prid
, in gratifying her every wish, whatever it Nigh
, be.
Mr.. Cadell was at heart just and true mar
but long before Irene arrived at womanhood, II
,, had learned that to submit to the requirement
, of his greedy wife was his only safe course,
he would not have his homesa scene of constan
brols. II brought you your fortune, MI
Cadell; made you what you are" had beel
rung in his ears too often for him to doubt tina
in his own home he was looked upon as nc
ccssary encumbrancc, rather than loved ant
, respected as 4 husband.
So the years passed, and his locks whtened
while the one sorrow was eating ever ut III
heart. But Irenc's love should be his solace
and in some measure repay him for her mother
harshness, 50 he reasoned. But the lovely child
expanded into the brilliant woman, and still tL
old mans heart thirsted in vain for appreciation
from those of his own household All too litt
of his gentle spirit had been given to his child
and in the evening Of his days, he was torcet
to acknowledge to himself that his hopes were
bat as dust.
Against her fathers wishes, Irene had deter
mined to visit the home of Henry Browning
but he could not prevent it, and so had accom-
panied her to the city, where he had busines;
to transact, ANA seen her safely on board the
train which in few hours would take her tt
ncr destination. We have seen her safe arriva
there, and the impression which her brilliant
beauty made upon young Annie Browning
And now to resume our story.
Immediately after breakfast was over, Irene
excused herself and retired to her room. Anger
and pain were struggling in her heart, and dis
appointed vanity and selt-lore urged on the con
test, until umwUmanly rage was the victor, ant
she vowed " be revcngcd upon him who hat
wounded her.
Two years before, she had first met Henry
Browning. and with all the fierce passion o.
her ungovcrned nature, she love him. lie wa:
pleased with tho loYely Erginian, and perhaps
little tattcrel by the preference which the
proud belle showed for him but his heart wa:
untouched. Yet with the blind wifulness o
her great self:loyc, Irene would not believe thai
his attentions TO her were only prompted by
the Inherent potencsS and gallaniry Of IL gen
tlenan; but he must love her-he should love
her So, through her wj' schcmings, hel
father contracted business relations with Brown
ing. who in consequence became Il frequent visi
tor at Eer home. Here: he only saw. hel
gcntler moods, wien love for him, and 4
desire to please, made her seem the per-
sonicatioa OF womanly goodness as well as
beauty. Bat his heart WAS away with Sentl.
Annie, and Irene was to him no more than any
other lively and brilliant woman OF his ac,
quaintance.
But even when the tidings of his marriage
reached her, Irene would still believe that his
heart was hers, and acting upon this absorbing
t,ousht5-shc forgot her maiden1y dclicacy, and
invited herself to his house, that sine might
/ dwell once more in the light Of his presence.
No thought was there in her heart OF the dark
shadow she might bring up-n that home, no
pity for the wife who lived but in her fond
husb bands smiles.
'Ilc shall hc mine! swear it by all the
ministers Of sweet revenge !" she illsScd between
her closed teeth. as Will! hands tightly claspcd,
she paced the iluor Of her apartment. He
shall be minr! lie shall love me yet, in spite OF
! that milii-iaccd baby, whom lie calls his wife!
He shall feel the fierce Str!vingS Of passion as
deep as mine! lc shall ackmowletl@ l@e lc power
OF the beauty wll!c:l now he scorii:, ANA sue at
/ my feet for the love lie has rejected. Courage.
Irene CaciciI You never yet were foilc'l, and
Henry Browning shall be yunr>.'
q, womtn o. lowly fallen and dchased
For thee TIC JOYS ot Paradise were lost; for
thee the depths OF inCuny are dared. and reach
cl. O. woman o, lo"iH.: suffering, true wo-
man--iny mothers holy nalnc.--or thee the
gates OF heaven are opened, and man aspres to
gain them!
The fiery Storm Of passion spent its force,
and Irene stood before her mirror: arranging
/ her magnificent huir calm and lovely, as if no
whrlwind Of rage had swept over and distorted
her beautiful features Tall and erect she stood.
very Queen in her regal beauty, a: she COM
peted her toilet. and surveyed herself with a
proud smile oi satisfaction.
Il dare the consequences" she saul, as she
turned away. "llc cannot resist me, and
will yet drink a long, sweet draught OF love,
such as Annn Browning never even dreamed
Of"
Descending to the parlor, she entered noise
lc,sly, and stealing UP behind Annie, put her
arm round her and kissed her, laughing the
while at !Annc'$ start OF surprise; then draw
ing her to tho mirror, she exclaimed:
"Sce here, cousin, | have q fancy that you
and look very much alike. Don't you think
50 ?'' Then turning to Henry, still keeping
Annie close at her side, she said, cNu!tng!y, as
she met his look Of admiration: T" llow Is 1t
Cousin Henry, will you ilattcr my vanity by
agreeing with me 81
The lrtlul girl knew well that .i:nic's quiet,
graceful lovclincss could bear no comparison
with her own splendid beauty, and she wshei
to draw Mr.. Brownilgs attention to the TACT II
such manner that he could not be indifferent
to it; but he only drew his wife to his side
and gazed lovingly into her bl,lshing face, as he
replied: :, ~. ,,-uo,
me not, my white rose, which love and cher
ish the dearest Of all flowers. You, Irene, arr
the lofty and splendid dahlia, The regal tlowc
which oycrloukS tic lowlicr tncS, and cha!ien
&C; the admiration Of every p,sscr-hy.'.
"Tharks, my gallant cavalier! You Law
made mine not an rnvaLlc fate, for none low
tho towering fla!Ili,, though MI admire its bril-
> liant hues. Far rather would | be like III
prairie rosc which clngs to the object whicI
; supports its delicate branches and sprcaC!
abroad its fragrant blossoms, till the whole al
Is rcdulent Of perfume, and We lore the bcaut.
which bleSScs Us"
Her eyes were filed with a soft, humid light
like nshc.l tears, as she spoke, and to lienr
, Browning, Il new beauty i'll Irene was that mo
mcut revealed.
, 81 will observe her." he thought; "she Wi
be al interesting study"
r Sg!ng aably, Irene turned away and seat
, ed herself at the piano. Lightly running he
wl.itc fingers over the keys, she touched ley
minor chords. then lcr rich voice blended wit
tic tones, and she sung wild and plaintiv
melody. But even as the desparing wailing {