Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-08-05
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THE TORN NEWSPAPER
OR, CIRCUMsTANTIAL EVIDENCE.
by OLIVER SINCLAIR.

| BY OLIVER SINCLAIR.
4 will never consent to your marriage
With William Appleton. Ida, said Charles
Redington with flushed look and angry
eyes.
IF I love William more than l love
you, Charles, why should you be angry
! This is not the way to make me love you
better than William. IF | cannot be
your wife I can be your friend You
have paid me compliment | shall al
ways be grateful for, that Of offering me
your hand. I feel deeply your preference
for me over other and fairer maidens o.
your acquaintance, and who know would
be made happy by such an offer. Nay, dc
not look displeased Because | refuse tC
be your wife, is no reason that cannot
esteem you as afriend. -..-..
Thus calmly and gently and sensibly
spoke Ida Boyd, sweet, beautiful girl of
eighteen-the daughter of poor widow
to rich man of uncomfortable passions,
who had loved her long and would have
made her his wife for, though poor, So
cially his equal, her father having been a
gentleman of fortune, who became reduced
before his death through the failure of a
bank in which he had invested all he was
worth. ....r
They were standing at the garden gate,
to which he had asked her to accompany
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 exclama-
tions called from her the words of remon-
STRANGE and kindness which she addressed
to him at the beginning.of our tale.
Love or hatrcdl' he replied, almost
fercely Il must either love or hate you,
Ida Boyd There is no medium with me
AS for William Appleton, may the dev-'
'Charles, Charles Stop where youNare.
This conduct is unworthy Of you and
painful to me, she cried, laying her hand
upon his arm, which he pettishly with
drew from her touch IF l cannot love
you, why will you hate me? Does mott this
show your love for me was not such as
would stand the tests of life?'
Ida, talk not thus My love for you
would have made me die for you Yester-
day, if you had bid me do any deed, in
volving the risk of my life, l would have
marched, with smile upon my lips, to
death, so that felt that you approved.
She looked in his face The moonlight
cleaning through a lattice of leaves above
their heads, fell in soft splendor upon his
forehead-for bis forehead was uncovered
as he spoke to the fair object of his wor-
ship. There was momentary silence
She brokeft by saying,
Charles l am very, very sorry for you
pity me not Your pity adds poison
to the barb you have so completely fasten-
ed in my heart Hote 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 'DcaJ
Charles, my friend, how can you blame me
How can you feel so? Love is mystery
| do not know how | chose William rather
than you.
He has known you but ten months
while l have known you from a child
4 know it, Charles. I 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 satcheI
of books home for me and how you gave
me birds and rabbits for pets, and | nam.
ed them after you; and how you used tc
do hard sums for me, %sand what good
friends we used to bc2
Yes, | remember it all, Ida; and We
were very happy, and when grew up and
you grew up SO beautiful, resolved you
should be my wife, but then came this stran-
ger and-and-'
Here the emotion, if not gush oI
tears, of the young man choked his utter
ance, and he turned away without finish
ing the sentence.
'As | said, Ch aries, love is a mystery
| L loved him as soon as | saw him. don't
know how it was, but our eyes no sooner
met than ou hearts seemed to fly together
and embrace like long absent friends
The disappointed lover made no imme-
diate reply. lie walked for few moments
to and fro before the garden gate, There
was a cloud visible upon his brow, and q
stern fxedness of lips which alarmed her
She approached him gently and said
Charles
We'll, Miss Boyd.
DO not speak to me so unkiudly,'
'What matters it? Are you anything
to me? Am | anything to thee? Ar,
you not his? | do well to speak uukind
.ly But, forgive me, Ida am not9n
cry with you. Poets say love cannot b,
helped But ae for him, who knowing
that | loved you, and who has come be
tween me and happiness --
Say no word in anger, Charles sFol
my sake, do not be angry with William.
/ For hy sake =
Nos-may | ask this !?
Ida, what do owe you that for thy SAX,
| should not hate him p
Nothing but Oh, forgive ~ ! knew