Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1857-10-15

draw his pretentlOns, and now treated her
no more than as friend, appearing to b.
satisfied that she never could, towards him
Self, show any other feeling than that o
friendship. She saw him but rarely, ant
then it was but to exchange passing re
mark and each pursue their own way.
The days and hours flew by and nov
nearly two years had elapsed since the de.
parture of Dermot O'Neil for foreign land
His be.rothed heard from him with the
greatest regularity, and his letters breathed
everything of increasing fondness and re-
membrance. He was doing well, he wrote
and had even begun tc turn his thoughts
towards returning to the land of his birth
and upon his Ieemarkation, taking hel
back with him to his pleasant home in the
new world 1t was James Carol thai
brought these letters over with him from
the post-otiice in the market town, and con.
sidering hat he was himself a disappointed
wooer, she tn ught this very kind and con
siderate of him. and proceeding from the
most disinterested Of motives.
After these letters had been received with
the greatest punctuaIity for all this length
of time, they now, strange to say, began
to arrive more tardiy; the delay between
each became more lengthy still, and finally,
to her terror, they ceased altogether. She
would sit as she used to do, and watch al
the cottage window for the sound of James
Carols cart rattling along the road, and
| then upon its appearance, unable to con-
troll her anxiety, would rush out and de-
mand Of him whether he yet brought the
long wished for letter. The usual reply,
accompanied by sorrowful shake of the
head
No. Katy, there's no letter this time for
ye, but never mind !; ther'll be one to-mor-
row without fail. Keep up your heart,
Katy, keep up your heart =
She was seated in the same green spot
where she had parted from him now two
years ago, and as she sat there she thought
of that interview, and Of the holy promise
he had made to her, that while the star
she gazed on should shed its light upon
the earth, so long would he be the same
true and faithful lover to her that he ever
had been. She would believe him-she
could not make up her mind to do other
wise. He might be ill--dying who
knew what might be the matter? But,
untrue to- her after that solemn promise?
neverl a step by her side startled her
medtaiions, and looking up she behed the
figure of James Carol.
Good evening, Kate, kind good even
ing She thought his voice trembled as
he spoke.
Il did not see you pass By the cottage
to-day, James. suppose you had not
time to go up to town to-day p
He hesitated a moment before replying.
Yes, l did go, but
%, don't say the word that dread to
hear. Another day, and still no word
| don't know, Katy. dear, what to say
he took her hand gently rs he spoke /; |
wint, AM DID get letther!'
20, give it to me-don't keep me a mo-
ment longer in suspense. I'll die if you
keep it from me, James Carol
Still he he stated, as though he had some
information to impart, but scarcely knew
how to break it to her.
why do you hesitate, James Carrol .?
Sure it's cruel to torture me in this way.
BE the news what ii may, can bear it bet
ter than this delay
The letther, Katy, is from Dermot o.
Neil, but it is not directed to you
Not to me? why, how--what do you
mean? o, know, it's i'll he is, an he
thought to break it more gently to me by
sendin' it to another first, and tellin' him
to break it to mo by degrees. Dear Der
mot, he would not give me one pain that
hs could avoid
No. Katy. it's not that
Then speak, James Carol J said she,
starting up vehemently tell me at once.
all you have to say, or yoa'll see me mad
before you My heart and my brain have
already been taxed beyond their strength.
Be it what it may ye have to tell me must
hear it now J
Katy, the man you place so much con
fiderce in, is not worthy of your love. He
is not thrue to you
How dare you say that to me? You
stand before me with your pretended hon
esty, and tell me what you know to be false
as your own evil heart! 1t is useless III
not believe Dermot O'Neil to be unthrue,
any more than I'll doubt that grass grows
and water runs
But av | show you the proofs, Kate
Clennon, of what I've tould We, We must
believe. know it's hard, and why Der
mot gave it into my h nds to break the
news to you, know not But as you know
his hand writing just look at that letther,
and you'll maybe own that you have done
me wrong
AS he spoke he handed her letter from
his breast directed to himself and in the
hand writing that she knew SO well. The
beams of the moon gave just enough light
to allow Of its being read. but she essayed
in vain to make anything OF the characters;
for there was swimming within the brain
and an indistinct mist before her eyes, that
rendered it impossible for her to read. In
a husky voice she murmured forth
Tell me what it says there read me
the letther, as you hope for peace on earth
and rest in heaven don't deceive me in
line.'
He says here, that he could not sum-
mon the courage to break you the news
that he felt that he ought to tell but that
he homes that I'll do him the friendly SER