Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-11-24
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THE TORN NEWSPAPER ;;
Or Circumstantial Evidences.
BY OLIVER Sinclair.

BY OLIVER SINCLAIR.
F" will never consent to your marriage
with VIM. Appleton, Ida" said Charles
Redington with flushed look and angry
eyes.
If love William more than love Won
Charles. Why Should you be angry? This
is not the waV to make me love you bet.
ter than William. If | cannot be your
wife cah he your friend You have paid
me compliment shall always be crate
full for, in offering ME your hand. | feel
-aeeRl !. y J rlDssxSsIEarenee-af me Over other
and fairer maidcns Of your acquaintance,
band who know would be made Happy by
such an offer. Nay, do not look dispeased.
Because | refuse to be your wife, is no
reason that | canttot esteem you as a
friend.
Thus calmly and gently. and sensihlv
spoke Ida Boyd, a beautiful girl of eieh
teen-the daughter of poor widow-to
a rich young man Of unc0htroable pas.
sions, who had loved her long, and woul
have made, her his wife; for though poor,
she was socially his equal her father hav.
ing been gentleman of fortune, who be.
came reduced before his death, through
the failure OF bank in which he had in.
vested allshe was worth. 8s
They werestanding at tho garden rate,
to which he had asked her to ACCOMPANY
him after having culIed to see her. saving
that he wished,to say few words to her
aloue. these &au-lgerds ware this offer
of his hand and fortune. Her renly was.
that she had been month engaged to
William Appleton. His angry exclama.
tons Of disappointment called from her
the words of + monstrance aud kindness
which she addressed to him at the begin.
ming of our tale.
Love or hatred J. he replied almost
tiercely. | must either love or hate YOU.
Ida Boyd There is no medium with me /!
AS for William Appleton, may the dew"
Charles-Charles stop where yon
are. This conduct is unworthy of you and
painful to me, y she cried, laying her hand
upon his arm, which he pettishly with
drew from her touch "If | cannot love
you. why will you hate me? Does not
this show your love for me would not
stand the tests Of life ~
lda-tak not thus! My love for you
would have made me die for you Yester,
day, you had hidden me do any deed in,
voiring tue STsE 81 my fife, | would have
marched, with a smile upon my lips, to
death, so that | felt that you approved +"
She looked in his face. The moon
light, cleaning through a lattice of
leaves above their heads fell in soft splen
dor upon his foi ehead; for his forehead
was uncovered as he spoke to the fair OBJ.
ject Of his worship. There was mo
mentary silence. She broke it by SAYING
Charles, | am very, very sorry for you
I -"
" Pity me not! Your pity adds poison
to the barb you have so completely fast.
enei in my heart. Hate me, Ida, hate me !
That will be the most grateful return you
can make me for robbing me Of yourself"
" Charles, said the lovely girl as she
took his reluctant hand in hers e" dear
Charles my friend, how can sou blame
me How can you feel so? Love is a
mystery. | do not know why l chose
William rather than you."
lie has known you but ten months,
while have known you from child
know it, Charles. ! have always
liked you! Do you not remember how |
have so often given You flowers; and how
you used to love to carry my heavy satch-
ell of books home for me; and how you
gave me birds and rabbits for pets, and l
named them after you; and how you used
to do my hard sums for me. aud what
good friends we used to be ~
Yes, remember it all, Ida; and we
were very happy; and whenI grew up,
and you grew up and became so beautiful.
resolved you should be my wife; tut
then came this stranger and and"
here the emotion, if not gush Of tears,
OF the young man had checked his utter
ance, and he turned away withont finish
ing the sentence.
AS | said, Charles. love is a mystery.
loved him as soon as | saw him. | don't
know how i5sgas.. but our eyes no sooner
met than ourheartS seemed to fy together
and embrace like long absent friends"
The disappointed lover made no imme.
diate reply. He walked for few mo
ments to and fro before the garden gate.
There was a cloud visible upon his brow,
and stern tixedness Of the lips which
alarmed her. She approached him gently,
and said, Charles p
Well, Miss Boyd!'
Do not speak to me so uakindly."
What matters it =? Are you any thing
to me? Am | anything to thee? Are
you not his ? | do well to speak unkind-
ly! But, forgive me, Ida I am not an
CRY with You. Poets say love cannot be
helped But as for HIM, who knowing
how loved you, and who has come be
Tween me and happiness -