Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1858-12-25


constantly to my return and when fortune
again smiles upon me, ! shall come bael
never again to be Separated nntiI death
The weeriiig wife could not Beeomfotted
Itwas hard that so soon after her marriage
when the world seemed so bright and gay
and when wealtlnandfortuue smiled so lse
renely upon Der, all should, be swept away
aud She left like a lope widow to, protect
bersef, The husband was almost distract.
ed with the thought of leaving her Hi,
heart had been bound up ia his beautiful
llortense. She had been his idol from boy.
hood the bright dream of his e&istance
and when be had attained his distinction oI
one Of the merchant princess of Montfeni
he married her and placed her in the very
heart OF luXurymla e-F aaag.H ad, rau
MSlortunes came on swift wings to the
happy doir. Que by. Que his. possessions
lett him, aud worse than that. Others were
involved in his affairs, who were less able
TO loose Than himself. lie could not look
upon the rain of those arouhd him for he
had a kind heart, and would not wrong
any one for the world They that lost BY
his i'll fortune admitted that Mr.. Falentim
was strictly honest mau, aud that is grea
praise for those who are injured by a mans
lIFlnck. People are too apt to call it dis
| honesty.
There was but single bright spot before
NJ. Yalentiu. Australia cleaned up, warm
and golden !. and with a. desperation born
Of love to his wife and Justice to his credit
ors, he secretly embarked for The land of
promise. There was q pine days wonder
as TO where he was gone, and TO what pur-
pose and then he died out Of the thoughts
of the community, as thoroughly as if he
had been dead and buried.
The weeping Hortense removed to an,
other locality the faSbionables who had
strained every nerve to get Invited to the
house of the rich merchant never paused to
ask after his wife aud lonely aud miser-
| able, without friends or relatives, Hortense
dropped and pined, until the beauty which
her husband SO praised was changed into
dimness. She never heard from MIR. Val
eDtin. Not a single word had cheered her
solitude since he left her As month after
month dragged its slow weight along, and
no tidmgs reached her, her heart utterly
sunk within her, and sliehelieved him dead
What, Indeed, could she think +? IL was
better to think so than believe him nnmind-
ful of her, and day after day she watered
his memory with tears fof genuine sorrow,
as one SORROWS for the beloved dead. Haa1
She put on the deepest mourning, kept
her room for months, and when she finally
went out again, and that only TO church,
her sorrow was written plainly in the face,
which, if IT had lost some of his beauty.
was yet most deeply interesting. So at
least thought the young Eugene Stanbury,
an Engishman of unblemiShed character
and prosperous business He saw her at
church, devised some ingenious expedlent
to be introduced, and begged the privilege
of waiting upon her, The lady pleaded
her inability to entertain company, the i'm
propriety of her receiving gentleman, and
a thousand reasons why he could not visit.
her. 1raaa-lJ u.-... .s
He overruled them all, besought her to
waive all ceremony with him, TO consider
him as deeply attached friend, brother,
anything, in short, If he might be permit
ted TO see her sometimes aud Hortense,
weary of her mouotonous life, at last con-
sented ...----.. -.....r.
Once having renewed the delicious con-.
sciOusness of a protecting presence, she
found it hard to give it up for the mere
puuctiious fear of what the world would
say of her. Indeed, she had long since
shaken hands with the world, aud parted
from it, She owed it no favor 1t had no
right toicriticise her. conduct. Thus she
reasoned while listening to Eugene'S impas-,
stoned entreaties that she would lay aside
her sorrow for the dead and become his
wife. ''+'
! Still she hes tated. She truly believed
in her husbands death for wonld lie not
lave written had he been living OF the
many letters she had written him, the many
Inquiries she had Instituted no answer could
be obtained. No one kuew anything off
Mr. Nulehtin. iadi tissasal sf. .a-..a .,e Oh
In-anlhourof more than usual loneliness
and tronblei she whispered to herself, that.
should Engepe press his suit anew, she
would consent to marry hun She liked |
him. She was weary of her own life, Gagged
and cribbed as she was she longed for
freedom from the restraint that poverty and
widowhood were constantly imposing upon
her and these combined operated wonder
iuhy ~ A@uStio'o laNOi| HI ucf cfnhll ldSt WAS 4
strictly private aud half Mr. Stanbury'S /
friends had no suspicion that she had ever
married at all until she become his wife.
lie took her to pleasant home, as com
Portable, if not quite as luxurious as the
one she had shared with Mr.. Valentin, aud
all that she could ask for was shoyered up
on her with generous profusion, Their
dwelling, two or three miles from the heart
of Montreal, was surrounded with trees
and fowery shrubs of every description
Inside, there was every comfort that liy-
ing heart could suggest, The Lcart of
Hortense awoke to lifes@,to love to happ-
ness and to see her thus, rejoiced that of
her husband.
Two years of almost unmingled bliss went
by hut the third year commenced with
SOME alarm for the health of Eugene
Twice had Hortense seen him draw his
handkerchief from bis lips, which was steep
din blood and often his nights were
passed in coughing, uutIl nature was ex-
hausted, aud IEe morning sleep found him
drenehed in thederrible sweats which so
surely portend consumption HOrtensn
struggled aQaiuSL this new and terrible sor-