Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-11-24

my sake. DO not be angry with William"
For thy saker
Yes, NAV not ask this ?"
Ida. what do l owe you, that for tn y
sake should not hate him 2"
" Nothing; but, oh, forgive mel
knew not You loved me so dearly. You
never told me till to night ?"
Becahse l did not deem it necessary
to tell thee" he observed bitterly. II
thought You understood the look of nv
eyes. the touch of my hand, the tone of
my voice! To tell you that loved you
would have seemed to me like painting
the rainbow, or lending torches to the
light Of the stars But, alas, see have
been mistaken The love Of this world to
secure itself must gabble and speak itself
out, or the loudest goose will be the vic
| tor"
You are very bitter, Charles"
Pardon me, but feel bitterly. Good
night, Ida"
Let us part friends"
Friends! Eth? Friendsl What does
that mean? Not enemies ?"
More than that, Charles Let US
part friends T.
Not enemies !" answered the young
man, as he Coldly received in his own her
soft hand, with which she warmly clasped
his. " can never hate thee When l
die, Ida, your image will be found engra-
ven upon my Utmost heart. Good night.
If never more speak to thee, do not i'm
agine hate thee. But can never look
again upon the form which is possessed
by my rival Good night"
He left the gate and walked rapidly
forward. She impuIsivel5 followed him
half a dozen steps but seeing he paid no
attention to her pursuing feet, though he
must have heard them upon the pavement,
she, stopped, ciasped her hands together
upon her bosom. sighed heavily, and said
" Oh, that [ had before known hou
Charles loved me. Yet he never told.--
He was so diffident and distant, while
William pressed his suit with such fervor.
Poor Charles. wish he could under
stand that love him Gas friend) though
William is to be my hdsband."
Wi pc VIII wi-po-wilI!' cried, in
plaintive notes, whipporwill in the top
Of a neighboring tree.
What doleful cry. This birds
nctc sounds ominously, and makes me feel
fear p she said, as she returned slowly to
the gate. They say it sings thus only
when some evil is to happen to the hearer.
Shall | 90 in, or wait for William ?" she
| soIiloquized, as she fingered by the gate.
held half open in her hand He was to-
| be here at nine o'clock, and the bell for
nine will soon ring"
The young girl, with torn heart--for
she E0ved both lovers (but William most
and tenderest, having also pledged him
her hand, heart and troth) fingered long
after the nine o'clock bell had rung, for
William had promised her he would come
at nine. With every note of the bell she
expected to hear blended the sound Of his
! footstep. Helf past nine came and her
mother came out to her, and sad, Ida,
| you oughtto be in, dear. Where is VIII.
liam 2"
Not come yet. mother. I wonder
what has detained him
Perhaps some engagement. You
know he is but a clerk, and hasn't his
tune to himself, POOR young man, as Mr..
Redington has, who is rich. must con
less, Ida, am surprised you should have
| selected the poor one"
| lie selected me, mother"
But you know that on the least en-
couragcment the richer would have asked
you"
II did not encourage him because he
a0as rich. | could not trust myself. |
feared | might be thinking of his fortune;
so let the one who offered first have my
| hand"
Well, William is good young man,
and will make you happy. But you know
my opinion. would rather you would
have married Mr.. Redngton. That fine
house his mother lives in would have
been yours at her death, wish a carriage,
and all that"
Don't talk of such things, mother
They do not come into my thoughts.
shall I've perfectly happy with William
And since have seen the exhibition Of
anger shown by Charles this evening, |
see he has fearful temper, which might
have made me wretched as his wife"
W Gil, COill6 liIi uedT CHllu. 1UU0SJ
people ought to be to bed by this time"
Ill come in soon, dear mamma.
think William will he here by ten. l
will just meet him at the gate here. and
say good night to him. He was to- bring
Ire wedding ring"
Well, at ten you must come in. Tie
your handkerchief over your head, Ida,
/ for fool tho, j. daxy ~
Ten was struck by the old clock in the
house, but Idas lover had not come. She
waited till minutes past. when, slowly and
wonderingly, she returned to the house.
lie has never failed me before; but
perhaps something has detained him. It
cannot be that, now that am engaged to
him, he loves me less, and thinks be need
not be so punctual in his engagements as
he was, when not sure Of me, and was
trying to win my CONSENT"