Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-04-15
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What should Lawrence do-betray him.
self! Leoher, letJ John be witnesses of weak
ness!
Jenny Tracy" he said, manfnly, you
vii! have something to answer for; you have
unnamed me- Made me weak and foolish
as child. / am going away tomorrow
because I 1oue you, and because it is the
best, the most honorable course for me to
pursue. God bless you for the. good you have
done me. And some dsy-when you and
John are married, and shall have found nv
peace-then. and not till then, will come
to you"
He rose and walked to the door. She sat,
her pretty head dropping, her eyes filed
with tears.
"Laprencel"
The pleading in her voice detained him;
he stood irresolute. She came to meet him,
pale and quiet, and held out little sealed,
white paper. 2
"John asked me to give you this. Don't
go, read it."
He tore it open, read on, grew dizzy and
blinded.
aNot you. not you! Jenny, Jenny Tracy.
,chat is this'" he gasped.
She had gone to the window, but came to
him now. with little bunch of hearts ease
in her hand, an odor of fragrance about her.
"My eyes are swimming, Jenny, ! am
afraid, afraid to think have read Alright.
He says it is Bessey, pretty Bessey that he
loves, that he will call 'wife.' His blessing,
his darling! Oh, what will not risk now,
what will not dare for the sake of your
love!r
The gentle hands clasped his; the sweet
flowers rested against his heart, and the soft
voice of Jenny Tracy whispered.
"Dare everythine!"
So he took his joy and his glory home to
his breast. He folded his sweet lily of the
valley, his fragrant, slender love, close, close
in his arms, never more to part, never more
to be put asunder. And Lawrence Vane
thanked God for his new manhood, his
blessed salvation!
So you will not be surprised that one
morning, as we were at breakfast, stout,
healthy figure. and smiling, sunburnt face
burst in upon rs like gush of sunlight
Could this be Lawrence Vane! the man we
never expected TO see again alive, who felt
he should not be IN existence fortnight
after parting from US! Yes, it was he, frank
nd genial, with bloom on his cheek, and
a ablossomng out Of all his energies encom-
passing him.
He kissed Us all around, heartily; espec-
tally pretty Bessey, whom he called
"rogue" and a"cheat." Then he sat down
and to ID us his story with beautiful frank
ness that was delightful to see.
"Juxtaposi,ion! Mr.. lawrence" cried
Miss Bessey, shaking her black curls at him,
and mimicking his knowing tones. "l've
been to Paris! ] know something of the
world!"
"Quarter! qunrter!p cried Lawrence, look
lag henascmef than ever through his bushes.
The dyspepsia" slyly, "what has be-
come of it!"
..The hectic fush," exclaimed Susan
laughingly.
All! he fairly had to run away like cow
ard, as he was: we were too much for him,
and swee, Jenny Tracy was not there to
shield him.
! There were two happy weddings, and we
we're all bridesmaids. Bessey was lovely in
simple white muslin and fresh rose-buds,
and Jenny angelic in the rich veil and
orange flowers Lawrence adorned her with
John and Bessy live at Swallow Farm,
and are a staid, well to-do couple. Jenny
and Lawrence reside few miles from town,
in pretty Gothic cottage, and are as happy
as happy can be. Their charities, their JUS
tice, their good neighborhood, make them
revered and beloved by all.
So much for Loves sweet influence.
Look to it, ye inefficient men! Loungers
learn lesson!