The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1858-08-28

/, ming to Miss Hall. "komanlc young wo-
| man. Reason said, edo you know that you
have never even seen this man whom ron
prsttiiy call smatep' There are no such nsn
4 IN your village, and | assure zee, you will
! never be known bevone its boundaries. Bst-
ter accep, the mos. eligible offer you have
while il is open.o
beauty and wisdom" the heart earnestly
shall only 90 back into the low londs IL ]
obey you, for know am infinitely superior
to iale and all his comradss."
'sDon't talk metaphysics TO me-" said
Reason coldly. 81 had rather know what
you think about working day and night 10
support yourself and your uncle while you
wait for this fancy man. What do You think
Of your unole's dying in The aims house p
/ What do you think OF becoming faded old
maid, eh IA faded old maid, at whom, il he
should meet her, the great gentleman would
/ not look?
Mile sighed YEARLY. More softly Reason
continued: els it not better to be mistress
Of that comfort-full establishmentS 10 !,
/ not better to give your poor uncle home,
even at the sacrifice Of few fine sensations?
Would il be too much for his years Of care
| for you? Be assured" Reason concluded 10
an awful tone, ''be assured have looked sv
cry way, and there 10 no wonderful knight on
the road coming to rescue you.o
| Amelia Hall walked once more, "sad and
slow" through that portieoed and balconied
house Of the future; she paced once more
down tho avenue Of naples, and bathed in
| tears the hand of the prince-like one who
would have led her back to sit with him in
the white pillared portico. She locked the
Gothic gate, and brushed from tho mystic
sandals the dust OF the cool, wide streets Of
that lovely village, and laid them away in a
lonely room Of her heart, whose doors she
barred.
Then she prepared to marry George Yale.
She wore no sacrifcial mir. Her old uncle
laughed like boy, and blessed her with tear
full eyes. She was womanly and sympAthet-
ic with her lover. She interested herself 10
his roughly told plans. He lost some Of his
ruggedDess Of manner under her touch, and
little poetry latent in his heart famed into
life beneath her gentle breath. With some
pleasure she unused: 81 can change him.
May be my life will not be 90 dreadful"
She Was married to him, and smiled as
some intimate friend reminded her Of her
ideal homo and husband.
In beautifying and keeping her homo beau
tiful, in infusing her delicate tastes into her
husbands nature, Mrs. Yale found real and
womanly pleasure. But she ever grew pale
and angsl-lke. She Was not strengthened !;
she did not develop into the luxuriant double
rose.
They had been married three years when
they were visited by distant kinsman Of Mr..
Yale. Stanwix Mason was professor in q
Southern academy. He was man Of genius,
and also thorough man Of the world. He
was like Amelia Hall's ideal husband.
Of course be 1T once read the peculiar dis
position Of the husband and wife. Then he
noticed the lady's still blue eye kindle at the
picture be drew of q Southern scene. He
watched the veins throb in the white, SWELL
ing temples as be talked on in the picturesque
style which characterizes his books. A temp
tation glided to his side.
lie saw how little her beautiful arts OF
housekeeping were appreciated BY her hus-
extremely matter Of fact,) and he dared to
Tor enc day: 81 think you are IN exquisite
artist, Cousin Annie. DO YOU know that I
have been admiring the drapery Of your
rooms and your va ses ever since camel /
seldom see their like, save in pictures. can
make for me. Poets compose other things
than poems. know something Of your ma
ture and your history perhaps from that
special little library in yon white. draped
cabinet that looks like chapel where q love-
ly, lonely lady might 20 to weep and pray"
81 do not know why you talk to me 30
strangely" said Mrs. Yale coldly, her pride
starting up iu arms before the looked doors
OF hor heart.
"pardon me, fair cousin" he responded.
"Become acquainted with me, and then, If
am worthy, oonlds in me-"
There were many evenings 10 which the
three eat together on the stoop, Mr.. Yale bal
ancing his books, and the cousin reading
aloud 70 the lady Of the house from the Greek
of Homer, and from Shakespeare and the
Brownings. Tho young wife was exhilara-
ted IN the new atmosphere. She grew CAV
and beautiful. Her husband vas happy Of
the change, and the guest grew more genial.
Ono night, when this gnest and cousin had
read and talked to her until she was Devil
dcrcd by the beauty ard light be poured upon
her soul, and when at parting for the night,
be raised her hands to his mouth and kissed
them, and murmured, "Poor, poor little
Annie !" that night the thrilling truth burst
upon her. She was beloved By her cousin.
"Too late, too late' she cried sharply as
she fed along the passage to her room.
An hour later, Stanwix Aason, pacing up
and down the garden walks, ~ was his wont.
saw through the open easement Annie kneel.
ing By her bed-sids in prayer. He saw her
rise serene and kiss the swsIshy brow Of her
husband. lie understood the pescs in her
eyes and turned away with . thvsrted face.
The next day he smilingly bade them adieu
for the South; and the husband and wife
took up again the even tenor Of their still
gliding lives; the honest husband happy and
contented with his homo and wife, living bic
best possible life, and she, with half her ma.
ture 10 chains and darkness-her greatest
happiness that she has made others happy.
And multitudes OF women like Amelia Hall
are called cowardly and msfcenary, while
they are really bravo and unsel6sh. They
are true to what they deem their duty, il not
to the instincts Of their hearts.
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