Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-01-31
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Groceries.
NUMBER 5

ing it, it will kill him, for be is aprourf
man. Aunt Sarah, . she added passion
ately, "do you think this>~trouble will.
open his heart to me? Do you think he
will allow me to love him and console
him. There is not kind word in his
letter, not relenting phrase. OH I
know how he fsels--mors bitterly asaiase
me than ever, fer he thinks lie has Lost
all loved or cared fof.'
"But now, dear child, you viii be able
to prove -yourolove." -f}. saF,
sHow? Have anything Lean give
him-any resource for bread -getting?--
oh, it is hard! Lily, my tender fbwer,r
will never thrive as a poor mans child
And 10 aunt, love wealth and ease
dearly, dearly! Poverty will be bitter
- Her tears choked her
"Too bitter price to pay for your
husband love?" | asked.
| had no wish to blame her ineonsist-,
ency or reproach her for her lack of he
roism. knew she was showing me the.
conflict of her heart, and it seemed to-
me but natural one. She was no disci-
plined, high minded woman, but pas
sionate, disappointed girl, shrinking, at
first sight, from the trouble which Z
firmly believed she would, in the end,
find strength and courage to endure and
overcome.
"Ah! if I dared to hope that she:
murmured, kissing her child, II could
bear anything. / shall soon know my
fate. Oh! how shall live till to morrow. "
Her endurance was not exercised SO
long; that very evening Mr.. Lorimerar-
rived unexpectedly by late train The
day had been wet and chilly, and Isabel
had ordered fire in her dressing room,
over which she and were sitting in mel
ancholy mood, wearied of the fruitless
yet incessaut discussion of chances, at
the time of his arrival. Isabel sprang
up on hearing the sound Of his voice in.
the hall, f"What shall do?" she ex-
claimed, clasping her hands. ~ am So
afraid of injuring my cause by oyer-pro-
cipitancy, so afraid of being misunder-
stood-repulsed. How shall persuade
him that love him?" -. s,s.s,r
"My darling, it seems to mo it has be-
come very easy task"
We heard his voice approaching in
the direction of our room "On no ac-
count disturb your mistress, he Was say
ing to Isabel's maid; 'she had no idea l.
should return tonight"
Isabel threw open the door, and stood
smiling in the entrance, her dress, fig
ure, and lovely touched with charming
illumination from the blazing pine logs,
l thought what charming, invitingris--
ion she must appear to the hasrassed,
wearied wanderer, coming in from tho;
dark night. .sa ,...5
Mr.. l4orimer stopped abruptly; hedid
not advance toward her. She had nos
spoken; but though / could not see the
lex pressienoF her face, the light Fell upon
his, and showed me the intent, searching.
gaze. t{s:,y5s er
Maurice, dare I give you we,come?"
She sprang forward, and threw. her
arms ronnd his neck. Isit possible that
he can put her from him without a mo-,
ment's return of the old love-an invol-
antary response to the thrilling en-
brace? Yes, he frees himself gently bus
coldly, and taking her By the hand, leads
her back without a word into the room,
He has her now in the full blaze Of tho
fire Light, and he still keeps his holdio of
her hand-his scrutiny of her face. How
altered has his own become; how pale and
worn! When he spoke at length, the
mingled restraint and anguish Of his
voice made my heart ache. sYou have
not received my letter this morning Is
abel? You are always a. careless stu.
dent Of the, newspaper? You do not
| know?'
"Here is your letter; there lies the
newspaper. l am sorry, Maurice
deeply sorry / love wealth, as you
know; l dread poverty; but if it was, the
only price at which your faith in me-
could be bought, I am glad we are poor.
| have not always loved you-butI I love
you now; | have not done my duty hith-
erto-l will try and doit hew,1 Believe
me-help mel" ...-..4 "a ..s...-
lie turned from her, and covered his
face with his hand. g 3 '''-'' i'''''7i =.
at is woman's generosity he said;
'.the sex's passion for self-sacri6cep'
"It is a woman's passion, a wife's
love" she answered, raising her glowing
face. -"Maurice, is it for me to plead?''
She made movement as if she would
have knelt before him, and threw her
arms arelnd his knees ls9l .qa
waited just one half moment 10 as
sure myself with an old woman's love
of demonstration, that she did not plead
in vain. saw him raise her in his
arms, saw the passionate kiss that scaled
the renewed troth, and indistinctly heard
as fitted away through the dim eorri-
dor, the tones Of his voice tremulous.
with more than lovor's ferTor.
Three months later, MIR. and Mrs.
Lorimer sailed for Montreal, where tho
former had brother established as a
merchant. There were not many tears
shed by either, for in that time their love
and mutual dependence had grown So
strong and intimate that no grief scensei.
1ntolerable which they shared together.
In the arrangement of his affairs, be bad
been actuated butby one motiye--to sat
1sty every claim as far as the lnost scru.
pulous honor dictated, even to the last
fraction OF his estate. Three hundredg .
year had been affixed to Isabel by MR.
riase settlement, but By some legal in
advertency, the deed proved invalid, and
her little fortune went in the generar
wreck Mr.: Lorimer regretted the loss,
but | knew Isabel was glad of it. Her
last words as We parted on the deck Of
the vessel were to me. eve sbaM rat.
come back to Old England acain,' said
she, gaily, 'tilI we have grown rich
enough to buy back Mortoa Laas. So
don fail to let us know when it is in the
market"
This was said ten years ago, and row.
my old heart beats with the hope of sea.