The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1859-07-14
THE TORN NEWSPAPER:
DR., CIRCUMsTANrIAL EVIDENCE

THE TORN NEWSPAPER:
OR, CIRcUMsTANrIAL EVIDENCE
81 will never consent to your mar
rage with William Appleton, Ida said
Charles Rrdington, with a flushed look
and angry eyes.
eff | love William more than I do
you, Charles, why should you be angry !!
This is not the way to make me love
you better than William. If I cannot
be your wife, can be your friend i
You have paid me compliment | shall
always be grateful tor, in offering me
your hand. feel deeply your prefer
ence for me over other and fairer mai
dens of your acquaintance, and who
know would be made happy by such an
offer. Nay, do not look displeased -
Because refuse to be your wife, is no
reason that l cannot esteem you as a
friend"
Thus calmly, and gently, and sensi-
bly, spoke Ida Boyd, a sweet, beautiful
girl Of eighteen-,the daughter of a poo
w1dow-to rich young man ofuncon-
trollable passions, who had loved her
long, and would have made her his wife;
for though poor, she was socially his
equal, her father having been a gentle
man of property, who became reduced
before his death, through the failure Of
bank, in which he had invested all he
was worth.
They were standing at the garden
gate, to which he had asked her to &C
company him after having called to see
her, saying that he wished to say few
words to her alone. These few words
were the offer OF his hand and fortune.
Her reply was, that she had been a
month engaged to William Appleton
His angry ordinations of disappoint-
ment called from her the words of re-
monstrance and kindness which she adj
dressed to him at the beginning Of our
tale
Glove or hatred" he replied almost
fercely. 81 must either love or hate
you, Ida Boyd! There S no medium
with me! AS for William Appleton,
may the dey-"
"Charles-Charles Stop where you
are This conduct is unworthy of you
and painful to me-" she cried laying her
hand upon bis arm, which he pettishly
withdrew from her touch. "If I can
not love you, why will you hate me =
Does not this show your love for me
was not such as would not stand the
tests Of life!'
''Ida-tak not thus My love for
you would have made me die for you
yesterday, if you had hidden me do any
deed involving the risk Of my life, |
would have marched, with smile upon
my lips, to death, so that felt that goa
approved"
She looked in his face. The moon
light cleaning through a lattice of
leaves above their heads, fell in soft
splendor upon his forehead for his
forehead was uncovered as he spoke to
the fair object of his worship. There
was momentary silence. She broke
it by saying, Charles am very gerry
sorry for yor! +"
"Pity me not Your pity adds pois-
on TO the barb you have so completely
fastened in my heart. Hate me, Ida,
hate me That will be the most CRATE
full return you can make me, for robbing
me Of yourself"
"CharIes,' said the lovely girl, as she
took his reluctant hand in hers, dear
Charles, my friend, how can you blame
me? How can you feel SO Love is a
mystery. l do not know why | chose
William rather than you"
'He has known you but ten months,
while L have known you from child. !"
~ know it Charles. | have dlac0yS
liked you! Do you not remember how
| have often given you flowers; and
how you used to love to carry my heavy
satchel OF books home for me; and how
you gave me birds and rabbits for pets,
and how named them after you; and
how you used to do my hard sums for
me, and what good friends we used to
be ?"
"Yes, I remember it all, Ida F; and we
were very happy; and when grew up,
and you grew up and became so beau
titul, resolved that you should be my
wife but then came this stranger and
and"
Here the emotion, if not a gust of
tears, Of the young man choked his ut
terance, and he turned away without
finishing the sentence.
''As | said, narles, love is a mystic
ry. | loved him as soon as | saw him.
l don't know how it was, but our eyes
no sooner met than our hearts seemed
to fly together and embrace like long
absent friends"
The disappointed lover made no i'm
mediate reply. He walked for few
moments to and fro before the garden
gate. There was a cloud visible upon
his brow, and stern fxedness OF the
lips which alarmed Der. She approach
ed him gently, and said, "Charles y
"W ell Miss Boyd!'
'Do not speak to me so unkindly."
"What matters it? Are you any thing
to me? Am any thing to thee? Are
you not has? | do we'll to speak unkind-
ly But forgive me, Ida | am not an