Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-11-03

Mr.. Elliot, began, In my heat, is this
well done?
He locked fearlessly at me, with his
truthful eye and open countenance. There
was no guile there.
1t was we'll done? he rejoibed.
am deeply grieved at having suffered
my niece to accompany your mother to
the seaside | did not know you were to
be of the party, or she should certainly not
have gone.
Why not, Miss Halliwell.
Why notl | hear of ramblings on the
sands and moonlight interviews in the
garden--you, with Mary Goring. Was
this we'll done cir?
1t was not i'll done, was bis reply.
Mr.. Elliot, | continued. L am plain
speaking old body, but had some ex peri
ence in lite, and find that plain speaking
answers the best in the end You must
be aware that such conduct as you have
pursued cannot we'll fail 10 gain the affec-
tons of an inexperienced girl; and my be-
lief is, that you have been willfully setting
Yourself out to win those of Miss Graves.
| will not deny. have tried to win
them. Because, dear Miss Haliwell, he
added advancing to me, and speaking with
emotion, because she first gained NINE
love Miss Goring, truly, fervently, with
love that will end but with my life. From
the first day l saw her, when poor Clara
she had found new sister You may re
member it--she never ceasad to haunt me;
her face and Its sweet expression, her
manners, her gentle voice, We're mine con-
tinualy, and knew they could only be-
long to good, pure, and refined nature.
1t did not take long mpanionship, when
we were thrown together, to perfect that
love, and, that done, lid set myself ou
as you observed, to win hers in exchange,
| trust have succeeded.
If L bad raced up to the top of the Mon
ument (where | have never yet ventured J
the run could not more effectually have
taken away my breath and my senses
than this bold avowal, which to my e.r
sounded as much like rhapsody as reason.
And what, in the name of wonder. do
you promise yourself by all this. sir? l
asked, when my amazement could fHd
speech. What end?
There is but one end that such an avow-
ell, such as mine could have in view, Miss
Halliwell. The end. the hope. that Miss
Goring will become my wife.
Well. you will excuse me. Mr.. Elliot, l
said, after Il long stare at him, but fear
you must be crashed.
He burst out laughing.
Why do you fear that?
There is no more probability of your
marrying Mary Gerag sllh than j,b there ire IS best St
thing you can do, is to get her out of your
head as speedily as you can.
He did not speak for some moments.
and | saw the color mount to his bro~.
What is your objection to me Miss Hal
liwell!
suppose you are playing on my sim.
plicity, sir, TO ask what my objection is, l
replied. 1t is your family that the objoc-
ton will come from, not mine. The son
of the great Sir Thomas Elliot will never
be suffered to we'd simple Mary Goring
Miss Goring is of gentle blood, he re-
monstrated.
/ trust she is, said. drawing myself
up, though we. the sister of her mother, are
obliged to keep school for living. But
your friends will look at position, as well
as gentle blood. May | ask, sir, If Sir
Thomas Elliot and Lady know of this.
Not Yet.
AS | thought, Mr.. Elliot. Your ro-
nance with my niece must end this night
1t will not, indeed, Miss Halliwel
Sir. it shall. And | must observe that
you have acted cruel part A young
lady's affections are not TO be played with
like football. However, you have seen
her for the last time.
Allow me to see her once more, he re-
joined,
Not If know it sir.
For an instant only, in your presence,
he earnestly pleaded. Surely that can do
no harm, if we are to part.
Something came into my brain, just
then. about George Archer--a vision of
my last interview with him in Lord Sea-
ford's Park.
Why should 1 deny these two sdieu?
| asked myself So relented. and called
Mary down-and was exceedingly soft
'Oi IA pdiHS'
She shrunk to my side when she came
in but William Elliot drew her from NE.
have been avowing to your Aunt, how
matters stand, he said. She would pur-
suade me to relinqaish you; she thinks
such love as yours can be thrown off at
will So l requested your presence. Mary,
that we might assure her our engagement
is of different nature; that we are bound
to each other by ties irrevocable in the
spirit, as they hereafter shall be made in
reality.
So that was all got for calling Mary
She had paled, bushed and faltered, and
now she began to cry and shake. Mr..
William leand over her writh reassuring
words of deepest tenderness 1 saw nothing
but perplexity before them. and not one
wink of sleep did | get that night.
One day the renowned physician. Sir
Thomas Elliot, was not himself In lieu
of the stately mperturbability which char
acterized the distinguished westend prac-
titioner, his manners betrayed nervous.
ness, an absence of mind. never before
witnessed. To one lady patient who con-