Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-05-19
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The smallest of those coins is greater thai
the average of her daily earnings, and th'
price of that glittering bauble might hav'
saved the life o: her child. hurried up 4
her wretched room,' she continued, risini
in her excitement, and before the perplexel
and dismsyed baronet. She rocked he
moaning infant, and her song struck chill
to my heart; it was the Spanish air hat
learned because you loved it. Philip Nay
hear me ou.n for he would have risen. Al
FIRST this unhappy mother seemed suspiciou'
of me; but when she saw I wept at the suf
terings Of her boy, her own grief broke fortl
in sobs and words, and she told me her sac
and mournIul history. l need not tell yor
her name, nor that Of her be,rsyer, nor re-
count the broken promises in the inpass.
ioned letters she showed me. Yet littl:
longer she said restraining his impatience
'and have done. While was yet with
them. the babe became worse and died!'-
And at the remembrance of the mothers
passionate grief, Isabella covered her face
with her hands, ana wept.
SIR Phi!ip turned to the window TO regain
his seIf-pssseSsion, and collect his ideas for
the penrtent speech he felt himself under
the humiliating necessity OF making
Taking his seat beside his still weeping
mistress, he said:
81 deeply regret this unfortunate circum-
stance but my Isabella has too much good
sense TO punish me for events which occur-
ed before knew the delights of pure and
iife-iong affection; events, too, which have
bitterly repented'
Miss ;randby remained silent, and SiI
PhIip Ielt constrained to proceed.
This is a most unpleasant subject to dis
cuss with lady but my beloved may rest
assured that have, in every way, acted
honorabiy with this young person.
'Honoranly! Isabella repeated with. Bit
Ter emphasis. i heard that your steward
punctu lily doled out weekly haif-crown.
for the maintainance Of your child; a pit
tance that has just suficed to afford it shell
ter When looked round the miserable
room, remembered with horror and indg-
nation, Sir Philip Deverill's proud boast
that no English gentleman more carefully
studied the comforts of his domestics than
himself, even to providing his Stewards
table with wine.'
Utterly abushed, he extended his hands
imploringly, and asked
sWhat can say that will sufficiently ex-
press my sorrow and repentance!'
Your actions, not your WORDS she re-
Piled. must prove its reality; for myself, it
only remains to say FAREWELL
mo, non he exclaimed, you cannot be Sc
cruel!'
Spare Us both,' she interrupted, amy fur
,her pain. My resolution is irrevocable.-
Could l be prevailed upon to act in oppos i
tien to my conscience, anG become your wife
the memory OF tina. dead babe, the groans Of
his forsaken mother, would rest a continual
shadow between US and happiness. l cannot
marry the man that ] have ceased to re-
Ispect.'
this is Mrs. Manners doings" he ex-
claimed, angrily;'I have long seen that, in
her sefishness, she has striven to disunite
u.s.
Not another wordn cried Isabella, with
an imperious gesture; your accusation is
Ialse and unjust. Though would willingly
have spared myself the pain of this inter-
view, yet could not bear that even my best
and lruest friend should know how low Sir
Philip Deverill had sank in the estimation
of Isabella Grandby.'
He bit his lip, but restraining the angry
feelings warning N his bosom, answered:
at is evidently useless attempting to rea-
son with you now-on tomorrow we both
shall be calmer.'
She extended her hand with a calm, sad
farewell, and thus they p,rted
As soon as tie cabrlolet drove from the
door, Miss Grandby rang for the butler, an
old and attached servant.
christopher she said, Il wish to leave
for England ediately-to-night, if pos.
si5le; car you arrange it for mep
CHRISTOPHER bowed assent.
Il shell lesve all nv pensioners in your
care, and there is woman, whose address
! / will give you, who will be received by my
housekeeper in the country. as soon as she
| is ready for the journey
| Christopher Withdrew to make the hurried
preparati ions for his young lady's departure
and she sought the chamber of her aunt.
Mrs Manners was seated with her 'hand'
resting on her open Bible; she gla ucse
snxously at Isabella's perturbed face. Tht
kind look destroyed the remains of her for
titude. and, sinking at the feet of her aunt
Miss Grandby gave way to convulsiv'
burst of :ears. Mrs Manners was too sen
sible to check them, but her tender endear
ments at length restored the weeping cir
to composure.
MY kind aunt she whispered; 81 INNS
leave here directly; i fear my own weak
ness; you will 60 with me, will you mott
Are you sure,' asked Mrs. Manners, 'tha
you are no: acting too hastily. that you vii
not repent this stepl'
quite sure.' replied Isabella; Il canno
tell you more than S.r Philip and are part
ed forever
: Fresh tears accompanied the words, an
Mrs. Manners wisely sought to know n
t more. In a few hours, Isabella was on he
way TO the continent, where her well oraoI
ed mind soon regained it's usual serenity;-
and thus, after few vain efforts to discove
the retreat OF the heiress, ended the hope
{ OF Sir Philip Deverill.
GrA Dutchman turned 10 a negro DO,
and asked him, Boy, do you think niggs
has got a soul!'
%. yes,' said the boy; Il reckon they g
! soulsl'
We'll, boy, do you think you would |