St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1859-10-27
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Written For The st. Cloud Democrat.
GERTRUDE CLINTON;
THE sACRAFICE ORA MOTHERS
- AMBITION.
MRS. s. G. SHAW.

- AMBITION
E@,Sa=si sa7 MRS. 8. G. SHAW. 22@E .6..S
So you and Henry Moreton are enga-
ged to be married; who would have
thought it ?" exclaimed Emily Somers, as
she cast an arch glance at her companion
TO watch the emotion which her abrupt
remark might awaken, But Gertrude
needed not the questionable was busy
with her own thoughts, which, if we
might judge from the smile which played
about her lips, or the soft light which
sluinbered meath her dark lashes, were
pleasant to her mind. And an occasional
start, and eager look, told Of that happy
time, when each moment is to bring to our
presence dearly loved friend. One word
only had she heard, and as she eagerly
repeated II 81 49, -. Il g.s.5 . .f....
Harry Mereton! what Of him 2" her
thoughts were all betrayed. = s-sz=1. 3
y" True enough, what Of him ?" and
Emily's merry laugh awoke the bright
canaries, VINO, forgetting it was night
warbled forth glad sweet song. q. .zo
What of him !? are you not engaged,
and have been these last six months !? no
thoughts, no words for other save him
should say, what of him? wild, fantastic
boy-a mere youth-and he your lover!
hardly out Of his teens, and you engaged
you, . SO gifted and SO proudy' and
again that silvery laugh. rang out, s
Emily caught the snatch Of an old song
and filed the room with her mirth.. 81 q
Gertrude made no reply, but g bel
dark, passionate eyes rested on her com
panion there seemed . world Of meaning
in their ystterious depths nd the blue
veins on her pale brow seemed swollen
with deep emotion: In moment, Emily.
arm was about her neck, and ! tear-drop
glistened in her mild blue eye
ooh, do forgive me Gerty, dear! !
meant no harm you are not proud, they
call you SO, but they do not know you as
I know, you. They know nothing Of the
holy love, and depth Of kindness which
lies beneath that calm exterior. Will you
forgive me dear, dear Gerty? You know
1 do not want you to love hin. ! shudde'
at the thought! I pity you dear, beauti-
full Gertrude; will you say ! am forgiven?
A smile, partly Of scorn, though il
might be pity, wreathed Gertrude's finely
chiselled lips, and world Of fire seemed
bcaming from her eyes, as she replied il
deep, earnest tones srs....- ...,ss.sssE.4. s..t
"Yes,.I do love him-;-love him with
all that is most earnest in my nature, ,o
tender in my feelings, most generous in
my thoughts, and from the depths Of my
iprnost soul Il am happy only as know l
LOT: bis happiness IIe:is the 9perso,nztii6ca
tion Of all my early fanoies---thlo idea
which / SO long have sought. Your pity
is wasted, sweet Emily. I ask it not
What have T. to do. with that? to. love and
be- beloved, y is not that all of earth
No, Emily, you know nothing 9. lar off love
Cold, calculating and must I say mercen.
ary ? you weigh your lover in the scale
with wealth, station and friends, and #,
lin any point, found wanting, you stesl
| your heart against him, regardless Of The
soul, howe yer noble, which throbs within
his breast" She ceased, but her dark
eyes flashed forth the FIRE which burned
within. s..s ..s.s...sss. s ...s
IS. t is : fearful thing for such as her e
love-! AND SHE 1oyEp. The Future
lay before herTclothed in those rich hue.
which her warm Imagination chose. Blu
how we're her bright visions 70 be re.li
zed? Well it is for the sensitive spiri
that the veil Of uncertainty shrouds Il
ttheir fairest piotsrsssl. I Emily sole !,
glance q: her companion = she agai,
seated herself 81 the open easement, and
as she looked, I tea single large
pearly drop, eoarced ihsH bsnsath thos!
waxen lids, snd tremblsd for ! moment !.
Iher dark siiken lashss. II melnsn
Emily was IL h.r. fest, and ii lov pleading
tones Whispered ~ gain & Forgive ~ j; !
| and ID a instant they wersf solaspd ].
esoh other ! arms. ssestt Il.
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