Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-07-21
THE TORN NEWSPAPER;
OR,
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE,
BY OLIVER SINCLAIR.

with William Appleton, Ida, said Charles
Redington, with flushed look and angry
eyes.
'IfI love William more than love you.
Charles, why should you be anrgy p
This is rct the way to make me love you
better ~ William. If cannot be your
wife, l can be your friend You have
paid me compliment shall always be
grateful for. in Offering me your hand. /
other and fairer maidens of your acquaint-
ance. and who l know would bs made
happy by such an offer. Nay, do not
look displsased Because refuse to be
your wife, is no reason that l cannot es
leem YOU as friend
Thus calmly, and gently, and sensbly
spoke Ida Boyd, sweet, beautiful girl ol
eighreen--the daughter of poor widow
10 rich young man of uncomfortable pass
ions, who had loved her losg. and would
have made her his; for though poor, she
was socially his equal. her father having
bsen a gentleman of fortune, who became
reduced before his death, through the fail
ure of bank, in which he had invested
all he was worth.
They we're standing at the garden. gate,
to which he had asked her accompany him
after having called TO Sc, her. saying thai
he wished to say few words 10 her
lone. These few words were the offer o
his hand and fortune. Her reply was.
that she lad been month engaged &c
William Appleton. His angry exclama
lions Of disappointment ca He'd from her the
words of remonstrance and kindness which
she addressed to him at the beginning o
our tale
Love or hatred J he replied. almos
iiercely, Il must either love or hate you
Ida Boyd There is no medium with me
As for William Appleton, may the dew
.Chsrles-Charles Stop whare you
are. This conduct is unworthy of you,
and painful to me-. she cried. laying hel
hsnd upon his arm. which pettishly he
withdrew from her touch. III | canno, love
ou. why will you hats me? Does moi
this show your love for me was not such
As would stand the tests Of life q
'Ida--talk not thus Ny love for you
would have made me die for you! Ysster.
day. if you had hidden me do any deed
involving the risk of my life. would
have marched, with smile upon my lips
to death. so that vou approved
She looked In his face The moorlgh
gleamipg though lattice of leaves above
their heads, fell in soft splendor upon his
forehead for his forehead was uncovered
as he spoke to the fair object of his wor
ship. There was momertsry silence
She broke l, by saying. Charles. an
very. rery sorry for you! i
Pity me not! Your ply adds poison
to the barb you have so completely fss,en
ed in my heart. Hate me. Ida, hate me
That will be the most grateful return yor
can make me. foi robbing me of Yourself
Charles. said the lovely girl, as sh,
took his reluctant hand in hers dear Chs
my friend. how can you blap. me? How
can You feel so? Love is mystery.
do not know why chose William rather
than yon.
He has known you bat ten month
while have known you from child
Il know it Charles. have alcays liket
You! Do you not remember how L have s.
often given you flowers and how you useC
to love To carry my heavy satchel of book,
home for me; and bow you gave me bird
and rabbits for pets. and | named them
after you and how you used to do m,
nard sums for me, and what good friend,
we used TO be p
Yes, | remember it ali, Ida and W.
were happy; and when grew up. anc
you grew up and became SO beautiful
resolved you should be my wife but then
came this stranger and--a Id
Here the emotion, ifnot gush of tear.
Of the young man choked his utterance
and he turned away without finishing the
sentence.
AS said, Charles, love is mystery
loved him as soon as l saw him.
don't know how il was, but our eyes no
sooner met than our hearts seemed to fy
together and embrace like long absent
friends
The disappointed lover make no ;mms-
diate reply. He walked for few mo-
men's to and fro before the garden gate
There was cloud visible upon his brow,
and a stein fixedness Of the lips which
alarmed her. She approached him gently,
and said, Charles 7
We'll Miss Boyd =
DO not speak to me so unLipdly.'
What matters it +? Are you anything
to me? Am anything to thee /? Are
you not his | do we'll TO speak unkind-
iyl But, forgive me, Ida Lam not
angry with you. Poets say love cannot
be helped But as for him. who knowing
how loved you. and who has come be-
tween me and happiness-
Say no word in anger. Charles For
my sake. do not be angry with William.
'For thy sake 7
Yes, may not ask this =
Ida. what do. owe you. that for thy
sake should not hate him q
Nothing bat, oh. forgive me knew
not that you loved ne so dearly You
never told me till tonight =
Because did not deem il necessary to
tell thee, he observed. bitterly. Il iho't
you understood the look of my eyes, the.
touch Of nay hand, the tone ofmy voice
To tell you that l loved you would have
IL IL.