The emigrant aid journal of Minnesota. [volume] (Nininger City, Minn. Terr. [i.e. Minn.]) 1856-1858, 1858-02-10

addressed his partner as Seville, and drew up a promise
to pay, payable at ten o'clock at night instead of
ninenty days. But amidst it all. he came to a great
conclusion, that he would watch his wife. What a step
this was, when distrust resolved to tiptos it through
the dark, and watch the movement of one his heart
told him he loved Though it has been a madness of
mine that jealousy and love were Incompatible that
true love expanded itself irrespective of its object, aud
would lead to sorrow and death, but not to hate that
Jealousy is 4 selfish feeling ~springing from passion un.
~rcquitcd, but passion is not love, though the dictionary
seys so. This may be only a craze. SO let it pass that
he loved her. 1t was a mean thing to watch her, at
any rate.
Ho informed her when he went home that business
! would keep him out, but tho tone Of his voice was so
different from what it had been when he had previously
made her the same grave announcement, that she was
struck BY it. At that moment, from some quarter, a
little suspicion dropped into her mind. just, as she
dropped a lump Of sugar into her tea, though the sus-
picion was not so sweet, and the figure of Mrs Seville
became revealed to her gaze plainly in the lump of but
ter on tho table. She had heard that very afternoon
that Mr.. Seville had been called out Of town on bus
mess, and her little head at once assumed it to be Ger.
tain that the trcacherous Tom was to spend the evening
in the society Of the l,nesone wife. Narrowing refec.
tion-but she said nothing.
Clement went eutlike = lamp filed with bad ell, and
after q little while Mrs. Clement came down stairs
dressed in a perfect disguise; she having drawn largely
on the servants wardrobe, and her mother wouldn't
have known her from the Milesian Biddy. whose dress
she wore. She opened the door softly and went out.
There she i,' said Clement, s | know her through
all her disguises.'
He stood Just across the street, leaning upon u post.
His heart beat a quick measure against his ribs, and his
knees together IS he thought of the per6dy he was about
to detect. He moved down the street, with his eyes
upon the little figure fitting along before him in the
gloom of night, with which his own gloom was in per.
feet sympathy. She stopped at last. His suspicion
was too true: She entered the gate leading to the Seville
mansion. lie waited long enough to give her a chance
to enter before he before he ventured to follow.
A bright light light burned in d lower corner room,
in which room there were two windows, one looking TO-
wards the front of the house, and the other towards the
e,e. He hesitated a moment and then, with Tar.
ouin's ravishins Strides he stole into the disclosure,
and took q position beside the end window. There was
an indistinct sound of voices inside-nasculine and fem
inine-but whose he could not determine. The curtain,
too, was obstinately close, admitting not a single con.
venient e%yc-hole, so essential where a criminal thing is
to be proved, He listened painfully, but the voices
were provokingly indistinct. He thought he would 60
round to the other window, and see if he could see bet.
ter. AS he stealthily neared the corner, feeling his way
along in the dark, he came in contact with another
whence he came. He grasped the form in his arm. \
shrek rang out in tie night air. The door opened,
and Mr.. Seville and his wife were revealed, by the light
Of Ii lamp, standing on the door step.
sHallo, Clement said he, in a tone Of surprise,
why don't you come in? Who screamed !?
''Twas -'twas-'twas my wife, replied he, rather
confused 'she struck against something, and was
alarmed
Well, come in said Seville, and they stepped in.
Il declare said Mrs. Seville, Il should think you
were coming to surprise US, you look so strangely. How
quecrly you are dressed, Mrs Clement"
s'Twas a whim of mfine,' said the little woman, with
u faint attempt to laugh please excuse it, do
She did not dare to give the reason for her STRANGE
disguise, but held her head down, and seemed rather
ashamed Of it, or of herself. IS she glanced up into
her husbands face, and saw the trouble expression it
wore, she wished to throw herself upon his breast and
explain the mystery to him, and beg to be forgiven, and
to forgive him, whether he begged It or not, for the
pain he had caused her, but was restrained by the pres
encc of the Seviles. She saw the necessity of keeping
them from the secret. and overcoming the embarras>-
ment of her manner, she became the vivacious and
sparkling little creature, to all appearance, that she ever
had been. She laughed at her bonnet, and laughed at
her dress, and made fun of herself in every way, but
there was a terrible choking in her throat all the time,
and she would much rather have cried.
Somehow or other her husbands attention to Mrs.
Seville did not seem half so pointed to Mrs. Clement,
and the ~assiduity of Seville to please his wife did not
seem in any way offensive to Tom Clement. His
thoughts we're all with his wife. as hers were with him,
and they mutually longed to be together that they might
have the mystery cleared up. The feeling became in.
supportable at length, and bidding good bye, they
brought all the hypocrisy and lying Of %di<semblcd
pleasure to a close, and went home-a home that had
not been a home for a week, hat had seemed as Ion"
as four common sunless weeks, for the sun Of their love
was under a cloud.
AS soon as they arrived. even before she had taken off
her disguise, she threw herself upon his neck, and asked
his forgiveness.
Forgive me, forgive me" said she, sobbiug, you
will forgive me?
Yes, yes said he, s~anything, everything. But what
nlrticnlar tIin0 shall I foro;va fret p
Forgive my doubling your love, and for believing
that you cared more for Mrs. Seville than you did for
me, and for watching for two nights, to see if you wasn't
there while her husband was gone, as Mr.. Screed said
he was
Poor Tom caved in on hearing this, and he couldn't
trust his voice to answer her, but gave her a hug that
had a very long sentence of meaning in it, and u tear
Or two fell on the up,urned beautiful brow before him,
and their lips met in a ~forgiving embrace. The sensi-
tive reader will forgive me, as forgiveness is here the
theme, if am a little warm in my description. My
old blocd fires up at the portrayal Of such a scene, and
my words smack a little of the enthusiasm Of a
moment.
And you will forgive my doubt Ct you {? said he at
length | who had so little cause, who was at Sevilles
house for the purpose of watching you when We met, set
on by that sneak Of a Screed, who has boon for two
years trying to make me jealous
'Tqen you were jealous !! said she archly.
"A little replied be : weren't you?
"A little she confessed.
well, here l record my VOW said he, kissing her
lips, that / will be no more jealous Of you, and may
heaven keep me loyal to my vow!
And here l register my VOW kissing him back
again, 'reyerently asking for the same strength
And they were religionsly kept, and though Clement
was attentive and courteous, and friendly and loving to
others, she was not jealous, for they both knew that
however the whole world might worship in the outer
temple of their hearts, there was a holy Of holies within
where none but themselves might enter.
TIE DAKOTA'S LOVE.