Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1860-08-30

| - can { nelp that-I Ill not q man VINO Is
accustomed to anything like childs play
Yes once is yes always with me. | shall hold
you to your promise, Miss Wheaton, and con-
slider myself right in 50 doing.
" And from this moment, sir, | shall consider
lny engagement to you broken - she replied
sharply, her eyes flashing up like great stars.
That is impossible, il choose to hold you
to it., he retorted, his face redlening for the
first time
He arose, as he said this, bis very manner i'm
plying that his opinion could not be gainsayed
" | shall leave town to morrow, to be absent
SIX weeks. hope to find you in your sense
when return" " he remarked, pausing for a
moment in the door.
4" You may consider yourself lucky, sir, if
you ind me at all, either in my senses or out of
them, she answered, her temper getting quite
the better of her
Mr. Butler bowed and smiled. 1t is needless
to say Miss Wheaton did not return that very
common civility. She stood up straight, with,
out so much as moving a muscle Of her red
mouth, or turning her large, beautiful eyes.
When Mr.. Henry Wilton received the little
box containing two roses-one white, the other
red, pocket Bible in red morocco, and the bit
ola gold ring, lie did not care which way lie
went. For months he had felt that Miss Isa-
bella Wheaton was playing him false, although
he had allowed himself to hope against hope
now he was sure of it. 1t was all explained,
why his last letter, written some three months
before, had not been answered Some one had
supplanted him in her love.
He put the little box out Of sight, after
crushing the dried roses t, powder, and bending
the ring into an elliptical circle He had too
much reverence in his composition to harm tho
Bible perhaps the kiss lefapa its leaves cx-
erted an unknown influence over him, for he
put it carefully aside Now his dream was bro
ken, what should he do? Go along about his
business like man? Not he. lie must have
recrcation-chango. So giving his part
ner few directions, and saying that he should
be absent from Charleston d number Of weeks,
he turned his face towards-Ior my part can.
not say what place, for the young man did not
know himself.
Atany rate, in his wandcring8 there CHANGED
to come before his eyes one of those wrotched
spcctacl2s that 50 app4II the human heart--a
wholesale railroad Slaughter Sluddering he
went around amid the dead and dying. First,
the white face Of beautiful woman he saw,
then the waXon features of a babe, and then
man, strong and hearty an hour before, crushed
broken and bruised.
" Cant you help us, sir? " asked some i'm
patiently Of him.
The question had not occurred to Henry
Wilton before A lit,lo manly pride arose to
his face, as he briefly made answer. But what
should hod do? He would not take in his arms
a woman or child, he Thought lie looked
about him for an old man-some one seemingly
isolated from the rest by everything which ap.
peals directly to human sympathy. A deep
groan fell upon his ears. lie turned around.
Water, water cried suffering man.
Henry bent down and held a cup to his lips.
Have you friends here he asked.
No; I'm II long distance from home"
This was enough to hear, With the assist.
ancc Of gentleman who was standing near by,
he raised him to the wagon which was waiting
to carry the sufferers to the nearest town.
Il will take care oryou, sir, Henry whisper
ed in his ear. Do not trosble yourself.''
The assurance was timely one. The next
moment the stranger had tainted. Henry Viii
ton kept his promise. A woman could not
have cared more tendelly for the man She loved
than he did for the hcl poss sufferer through the
long days and nights that followed. 1t was
weeks before the Aickering life grew to strength
again, At last he grew able to tell something
Of himself, and give few directions relative to
his business, a branch OF which he was travel.
ing south to attend at the time Of the accident.
"And one thing moro,' he said, turning
wearily upon his pillow. There is a lady
who ought to be informed of my condition.
Write if you please, to Miss Isabella Wheat.
on, Boston, Mass,
Henry started. Could he believe his senses
Was this the man who had won her love from
him =? this the man who had come between him
and his happincs?-he whom he had watched
and nursedSo carefully, when the least neglcc
or mismanagement would have robbed him o
life? He clenchod Lis hands together.
81 will write to the lady, ," he sand briefly.
And he wrote The letter was as follows:
"Mlss ISABELLA WnEAToN:-Your lorcr, Mr.