The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-10-21
Marrying for Money,
Arrw sRrer PAoEs FROM woMASs iLrK.


fui. She hall rose from her seat and gathered
up the waving folds OF he, rch satin dress.
DO not 20, crave an audience; and de-
tanning hand was placed firmly on her snowy
arm That touch thrilled thromgh her frame. She
trembled, then sank pale aud silent on the erin
son couch The gentlemaa seated himself be-
side her; he guzed earnestly upon the lovely
check, the Trembling form, aud the regal sp!rn-
dor with which it was attired, Your ia
monds dazzle me, Annie" Sh- looked implor-
ingly into his face, but spake not $50 you
are married How long have you been happy
bride q Happy Did he not know that he
was knocking her
She turned her eyes away from him, aud sadly
said, six month";
"Six months Why you have hardly had
time yet to look at your bridal gifts" anu The
gentleman took up the elaborately jewelrd tan
tnat lay on the lap OF the lady. "Aud your
husband--te Inc all about him. He is young,
or he could not share the ardor of your youthful
feelings handsome, or you could not admire
him as ! feel you do; rich, know he is. or you
could not luXuriute in diamonds aud satin.
csnnut forbear congratulsting you on your brill
iant match. aud wish you all the happiness it
can possibly bestow,'
There was bitterness in the gentlemen's
tone. and the large, hot tea's sprang into the
eyes OF Annie Maurie. They fell not, but lsy
u
| tinued: "Adieu now TO our long walks and
longer our morning readings and evening
songs Henceiorth aud forever. your time.
| your thoughts your actions, yourself, belong
| TO another; but, in the midst Of your
splendor and happiness, will YOU not give a
thought to the past--thst past with its happy
hours?' Annie Mnure's req lip quivered, still
she spake not. The gentleman continued, aud
his voice and words were tull ut y thos: "0ver
i a., eh ,,rt., lirht hat
tlre you have darkened with shu lows in;ermi-
nsble.
! Slowly fell the burning tears from the iadY's
EYES upon the rich Sd tiu Of her dress; but sht
stirred not, spdke not. A length moved BY Il
passionate impulse, she tarew hr white urms
| upon the marble able beside her, end laying he,
| head upon them, sobbe0 convusivrly, in oil thr
abandonment VI d'spo'rlng sorru1s. HergoIdrl
curls swept over her face cnd covered 1t from
sight.
The gentleman looked ou silently, but not un.
moved He longed t., soothe the wild storm NJ
griei that hr himself hal caitrt mp, mt pr.t
aud wounded love kept him silent. 1t was II
| jus, retrlbution, too, tn t she should sutf'r--
However wild the tempest might sweep Though
her heart, it could never march with sucn les,
lating fury, as it had through his. Had not tn
iron heel OF sorrow trampeI on The young
| howers Of his lite, aud crushed all their sweet
ness out? What now remained! Alas! Alas!
The ball, with all its glitter aud JOY, its melody
and light. its fun and folly. was progressing
without within was the deep gloom of the
heart, sobs snd anguish Borne on the air the
| melodious strains reached the young couple !;
| the merry dancers were chasing the 81 wing
hours with flying feet" and JOYOUS bursts OF
| merrmein echoed around. But they noted not
these sounds. alive only to their own misery
and gloom. Poor Annie Maurie in marrying
for money she sowrd the seels Of sorrow, and
was now reaping the bitter harvest, despair -
At length she slil!ed her sobS. and looking up.
said mOurniuly:
"Oh. why do you mock me! You know thut
sn wretched."
You are a wife, Annie.' was the cold reply.
Yes" she said bitterly "a wife, aud God
pity mel
"You made your own fate Annie--nay, the
world says you sought it, You gladly bartereri
yourself for gold; you would not listen to the
voice of the pure love thai dweIt in your heart:
you trsnped on your holiest afft ctions, and"
II am miserable" she SAID, looking up at
him sadly. o, the bitterness OF being the wifi
of one you despse" She ceased suddenly
the light muslin that draped the urch doorway
was moved aside aud gentleman entered.
Come. Annie be said, the carriage
awaits u.s."
My husband" she tnarmurei in lpw voice.
Charles Lswrrncs Ho~ci and smiled. He
glenr-i Il, Annie Msur,e; shr was bisil, 'n-
gagged in clasping ani unclasping her diamond
bracelet Sh5 rose hastily AMI $1,000 b. lhe
side Of ner husband. Whai picture half sun
shine aaf shade The one fsurr plain to ex-
cess, bearing oil the mdrks ot approaching age,
awkward unsigntly the oth-T radiant as the
sunshine with youthful auly, graceful as the
iawn, charming in the joyousness OF early girl
hood Revolving picture Husband and wife.
Where was the love that makes sacred that
uuion--where the sympathy that renders it en-
durable--where congeniaity OF age, of tastes,
OF pursuits? Where found the music of that
young heart an echo? No, in the old mans,
surely. Type Of worldly marriage. there they
stood, youth linked TO age with golden yet
CALLING fetters.
In the Dusseldorf gallery there is painting
by Hildcrbrsut, of 0theIlo and Desdemons.--
The pointer has represented Othello as a negro,
black as ebony, and repulsive in the extreme
Upon this Ethiopian gazes the refined aud love-
ly Desdemr ma her eyes filled with the light of
admlrng love. As work of art, this painting
has been pronounced exquisite; we nevertheless
turn away from il with feelings OF unmi iga ted
disgust. The reason is obvious. 1t was with
such feelings as these that Charles Lawrence
turned swsy from the picture before him. As
h.. saw th- Look of unconc-aled disgust with
whlcl, Annie Maurir took h'r husbands arm, he
ielt that her mlserh bic present iniy avenged his
wre clled past. Go," hr murmure,I, be clear
of that day. when in your grlish fondness you
let me sever this golden tress as tslisman TO
keep love pure and true. aud he lwined around
his finger long cleaning curl.
mournlul smile passed over his f,cr b.
gsZed at the glittering treasure, then advanced
Iu the glowing CRATE Before it h. stood il
rrsolute; th" past was npOn him with power
he could not throw off-thst past. with its love.
its JOY, its despair How hp had loved h r "lhr
starlight of his hoyhoOd' and oh wretched
knowledge, fraught with bitterness and sham,
how he loved her still He carefully re.wrap-
ped the curl in his siken paper. ami opening
his pocket-book, replaced it with sigh. L
Is all have left of her" be sighed; " hancetor,
let ny llfes battle be to forget that haze eve
loved" Cnwardly beginning to the wear.
conflict, dostsrdly hali-y yielding to he powerful
enemy Why dors he not crush eve ~ memori