Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1858-11-12
THE MANIAC.
BY EDA MAYvILLE.

/ ct little parlor ut the village mn.
'sNeger was more so in my life" answered
/ Martin, raising glass of Champagne to his
| lips and then setting back lazlly upon the sOfa
81 never had the most distant idea of marry
/ ing Genna Howe, and if she has Aattered her-
self into any such belief it's no fault of mine.
| I've 90 particular objection to the girl, she is
/ we'll enough for aught | know, but the fact of
the matter is, am too eonfoundedly lncon-
! slant to ever marry anybody. It's kind OF
constitutional weakness, and don't know as
regret IT, Nothing like variety, you know"
"But Mart, do you have nlisgivings f--
Supposing some pretty girl, little blue-eyed
Lncy there, whom you used to take to all the
balls and sleighiag parties to be heard Of
/ snprosne for instance she had become SO much
attached as to break her little loving heart
when aware of your desertion, wouldn't that
/ trouble you some ~
"Hou are making out serious case, Phil
! should, confess, be sorry TO plead gayety to
so grave a charge sending young innocent
! girl like my half-forgotten pet Lucy sorrowiug
| to the tomb, but as regards Genna Howe, |
uever-well, yes, believe | have, too, given
the girl some reason to think loved her, but
she ought TO be . better judge OF character
than to suppose | would keep all my promises
or that | was sincere when | said 81 could new
or love another"
ssWell," said Phil, "as for little Lucy, /
think she is girl of too sound jud gment to
mourn loug for fellow of your stamp, in case
/ she ever cared for you. But Gerna, poor
child, pity her from my very heart; | do, in
deed. Why, Martin, if there is any such thing
upon earth as pure, unseltish unadulterated
| love, Genna Howe feels it for you. | verify
/ believe che would sacrifice her life if she
J thought by so doing she could add one drop TO
your cup of happiness"
''Oh, be doue with your sweet cider nom
sense," exclaimed Martin, laughing; s'it don't
take with me; il goes down very we'll with airy
1 Drained simpletonS. But, Phil, seriously,
have no faith in these heart-broken girls. just
let some handsome, dashing young blade, with
foreign airs and pocket full of cash, come
around and begin to assume the devoted
guess the snlasheG-up concerns they call hearts
would mend rapidly
'.That may apply as a general rule, but
fear Gonna is an exception. God grant that
she il not" answered Philip, solemnly.
"Well, wel,' said Martin, gaily, taking
another draught of the sparkling beverage,
''she will find out very soon, I'm thinking
Blythe by, / forgot to mention that l'm off for
! Europe next week two years tour. That
! will give Genna, the darling, chance to for
get all about melville |, likely as any way
will take 10 my heart and home some languish-
ing Italian, or pretty little Greek. Ha. la !!
that's the plan !" And with low bow to his
/ friend, Martin left the apartment, to complete
his preparations for his projected voyage.
Martin Aubrie was in every sense man of
the world, gay, winning in his manners, and
always the polished gentleman.
/ He had met GeBna Howe some six months
prior to the conversation just narrated; was
pleased with her gentle gayety, and quiet, la
dylike department.; lie had sought her acquain-
tauce and for a time appeared the most jealous
of lovers.
Foudly he fingered by her side, poured 10
her wiling car the sweet persuasive accents Of
nover-ehanging love, wrought upon her young
Imagination until he seemed to her beug Of
! almost celestial BIRTH With feeling little
less than idolatry she regarded him-worship-
! ping, never dreaming that he, whose image fl
led her every thought could be less true or less
devoted than herself. All! what hopes and
joys depart with the light feet of early youth
how dearly is purchased the happiness of low
ing too fondly
About three weeks after Martin Aubrie had
expressed his intentions decidedly to his
friend, Genna Howe was quietly seated In her
| little dressing room, busily engaged IN arrang-
| irg vase of delicate wax flowers.
Very beautiful was Genna as she sat there
| in her morning robe of snowy muslin, her sun
ny curls shading her fair, ehildlike face, and
her long dark ashes dropping over her bright
azure eyes. Very lovely was Genna as she sat
| thus, fondly thinking of the absent loved one,
and weaving bright fairy visions of the future.
Soon her meditations were unceremoniously in
lerrupted by he. friend and confdante, Bessie
Emmons.
"Good morning, Genna," she exclaimed,
casting herself with the air of one perfectly at
home into comfortable lounging chair. "Did
you know Martin Aubrie has gone to Eu-
rcpe2"
s'No," replied Genna, surprised. Il think
you must be wrongly Informed; he certainly
would never have gone without my knowledge
and this is the first have heard Of it,
tBut, Genna, am not mistaken," persisted
Bessie; 'she has been gone week, and he told
brother Philip that he should not return for
two years.
sGone! gone, and not one parting word.--
I Oh, Bessie, this is too cruel it cannot be, p
and buryng her face in her hands, Genna re-
manned some moments in deep thought.
81 would not care, Genna,a said Bessie,
soothingly. "Brother Phil says he is worth
less seamp-and you can't think how unfeel-
| ingly he talked aboEt you; said he did not love
you, and laughed at the idea of making yeu
! his bride. Don't, Genna, darling, dent lock