St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1859-10-27
ORIGIN.ALTALE
Written For The St. Cloud Democrat.
GERTRUDE CLINTON:
THE SACRAFICE OF A MOTHERS
AMBITION.

.AAGBITION-
MRS. s. G. SHAW.
$50 you and Henry Moreton are enga-
gcd to be married who would have
thought t?" exclaimed Emily Somers, as
SIX; cat an arch glance at her companion
10 w&1oA the emotion which her abrupt
remark; might awaLep bat Gertrude
headad ncl tie qaa5iion-she was. busy
with her own thoughts, which, if we
might judge from the smile which played
about her lips, or the soft light which
sluiubsred 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
Harry Mereton! what Of him ?" her
thoughts were all betrayed.
"True enough, what of him ?" and
Emily's merry laugh awoke the bright
canaries, who, forgetting it was night,
warbled forth glad sweet song.
What Of him ? are you not engaged,
and have been these last six months ? no
thoughts, no words for other save him-1
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 proud p and
again that silvery laugh rang out, as
Emily caught the snatch Of an old song
and filed the room with her mirth.
Gertrude made no reply, but As he1
dark, passionate eyes rested on her COM
panion there seemed world Of meaning
in their mysterious depths, and the blue
veins on her palo brow seemed swollen
with deep emotion. In moment, Emily's
! arm was about her neck, and tear-drop
glistened in her mild blue eye
"Oh, 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 him Ishudde'
at the thought! I pity you dear, beauti.
full Gertrude; will you say am forgieen?
| A smile, partly Of scorn, thoug h il
might be pity, wreathed Gertrude's finely
chiselled lips, and world Of fire seemed
bcaming from her eyes, as she replied in
deep, earnest tones
eyes, I do love him--love him with
all that is most earnest in my nature, mos
tender in my feelings, most generous il
nv thoughts and from the depths of 10y
;5o2os5 soo' l am happy only as I know
! Of lis I&p2irsss 1ie;s the personiGca
1lyn oi all zoy early 12i<:s--:lo idea
! which I 60 org have sought. Your pity
is wasted, Sweet Emily. I ask it not
| What have I to do with that? to love ant
be beloved, is not that all Of earth
No, Emily, you know nothing of love
Cold, calculating, and must I say mercen
ary? you weigh your lover in the scal'
with wealth, station and friends, and if
in any point, found wanting, you stee
your heart against him, regardless Of tn
soul, howe yer noble, which throbs within
his breast She ceased, but her darl
eyes flashed forth the fire which burne'
within.
It is = fearful thing for such as her t
love! AND SHE LOVED. The Futur
lay before her clothed in those rich hue
which her warm Imagination chose. Blu
how were her bright visions to be reali
zed Well it. is for the sensitive spiri
that the veil of uncertainty shrouds al
their tairest pictures Il Emily stole
1glance at her compapion As she agai
seated herself by the open easement, and
as she looked, a tear-a single large
pearly drop-forced itself beneath thos
waxen lids, and trembled for moment o
|hor dorL ,;,ton le.has 1cS.s ,,,nynan
Emily was At her feet, and in low pleadin
tones whispered yet again !" Forgive me !;
and in an instant they were clasped i
each others arms. s35o@ zss>t@Ga sa5sis
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