Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-07-23
WHOLE NO. 1929.

/ triumph daily before his eyes The very evils
which bad minds have attempted to inhict upon
others, become proVocation to themselves
they have been defeated, and therefore they
have been injured and the rejected stiitor re-
turned home, palid and quivering with an ague
| fit Of mortal hate.
The attentions of Marcus had never been
discussed between the sisters until the occur
| renee of this catastrophe. lie left them in
shady alley of the pleasure grounds, which
were beginning 10 be strewed with the yellow
leaves OF autumn rand a clouded sunset cast
a few long strealis across the sward, and made
the deep recesses look still more sombre.-
There are few who do not feel melancholy
peculiar to this period Of the year. Marion
had q double reason; for it was about the same
time in the preceding autumn, and in the sum
mer house but Il few steps before her, that she
had passed the last happy hour with Vibert
"Marion," said Edith, as they walked on,
with their arms fondly resting upon each others
neck, sFyou are not well. 1t is long since you
were well but had hoped that the attach
ment OF Marcus would have dispelled a deep
| grief, of which you forbade me ever to speak.
trusted that your heart had been arrested in
its progress of sorrow, and l was silent, lest
you should think me jealous of my sweet rival. .
| s'Heayens that my apathy should have been
so great as to mistake his attentions. / only
bore wish him because thought him yours.''
"Marion, love him not ; and never should
have wished him loved by you, had l not felt
| that your life depended on the diversion OF
! your thoughts. have been mistaken; you
have been dying daily, and unless you would
| have me die with you, let me write to Eibert
Sweet Marion, let me write, as from myself, in
my own wild way, merely to bid HIM come and
dance on my birthday"
"No, Edith, no. lie would suspect the
reoson; il istoo humiliating. have still pride
enough left to save me from contempt, if not
to support me from-Edth, let us talk of other
things" She leaned her head upon her sisters
bosom, and both were weeping, when they
were startled by the gallop OF horse, and
ring at the garden gate. Edith saw that it was
the servant of Yibert, and she sprang like
fawn to inquire his commission. He brought |
letter for Marion, and thus it read
f'The relations who stood between me and |
the succession to the estates of Hazledell, are |
dead. am now lny uncle's heir but fear !
too late. The sorrow of withdrawing myself |
to my proper distance when | was poor, as |
probably to be followed up by the anguish |
Of being forbidden to return now that l am
rich. dare not appear before you till / |
hear the refutation Of your reported engage
ments with Marcus-till you bid me look for |
ward to a termination of the misery which a
feeling OF honor prompted me to inhict upon
myself.'
Marion sank for support against the ivytwlned
pillar of the summer-house. Edith kissed her
pale check, and fondly whispered, 81 told you
so what answer will you send 3'
N. B.-The leading incidents of this narra-
tive are true; the names of the parties only
b aving been altered.