White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1860-04-05

Upon the same Saturday evening in
which Mrs. Lawrence wept over the min
iature of her husband and made prepare
tons for her departure to the city, Mrs.
Gastone sat in her children's nursery,
though at . somewhat later hour, and lis
tened to Catharine's story.
"Were you ever married ?" she asked,
in sympathizing voice.
Catharine blushed deep crimson, but
replied honestly, II was not, and yet l
expected to be. If you have patience to
listen to me. will tell you all, and prob
ably you will not blame me so much.
Ny parents were honest and industrious.
1 am the youngest of large family, whom
they educated with much care. and it has
nearly broken my heart that l should so
have sinned against their instructions. l
was called pretty when young. and at
tracted the notice of . young gentleman
who came into the village as head clerk.
He soon won NY heart, and with the con-
sent of my parents we were engaged to
be married. Ny father had given me
three hundred dollars with which to fur
nish house. and had trusted it to him.
The wedding day approached, friends were
invited, but he came not, and from that
day 1 have never seen him. though 1 have
never ceased to mourn for him."
Your parents" asked Mrs. G.. kindly,
chow did they bear all this %
"Oh ma'am." replied she. almost
eonvulsively, 81 cannot bear to think how
nv mother sank at once. and before my
lite girl saw the light, we laid her in the
grave my father never smiled again.
and in few years rested his weary head
beside her. ] had broken their hearts J"
and the tender hearted woman wept at
these sorrowful remembranceS.
"And the child" continued the lady,
when Catharine became composed.
"She is now thirteen years of age
Seven years since, at the death of my
father, was so lonely in our deserted
house that l left her with an elder marri-
ed sister, and came to the city to procure
work. Every time see her she is more
beautiful /; indeed it does not seem at all
as If she belonged to me. 1.-The could but
look upon his child, with her regular
features, her clear, dark complexion and
glossy black ringlets. he must GER
tainly acknowledge and love the image
of himself; the hair, in particular. is so
like his own" aud she drew from her bo-
som a gold locket in which was enclosed
single jet curl. adding. che gave me
this" A very slight tinge was percepti
BILE upon Mrs. Gastone's pale cheeks as
Oatharine uttered these last words and
placed before her the lovers keepsake.
but whatever emotions were agitating
her, she carefully concealed, and after q
few more remarks passed with apparent
TRANQUILITY to her own room. Upon
reaching it she sat for long time quite
still, and buried in deep and bitter
thoughts.
A dark suspicion crossed her mind.
and though she succeeded in banishing it
in some measure as an impossibility, it
was nevertheless true. The lover Of
Catbarine and DR.. Boyd were one and
the same individual, though bearing diff
ferent appellations. To drop one name
and manufacture another. had always been
a favorite habit with him. sard -gi-
I'd - j .s- l-ra. r-..
We will. during the same Saturday
evening, visit the Office of Dr.. Boyd. He
has closed his shutters. locked his door,
repIenished the fire, and substituted for a
frock- coat a thick dressing gown. and
now lounges in his easy chair, drawn
from behind the green curtain. Thank
Heaven, am free once more" ne ex.
claimed with some energy. Is he drew of
n pair Of boots and encased his feet in vel
7et slippers. Then sinking deeper into
y she cushions ofthe chair he continued il
muttering tone, as if glad to release hi