Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-03-23

On this child all the represscd affection Of
her passionate nature was lavished. For him
she had lived alone. His welfare and hap.
piness had been her only aim; and he, in re-
turn, loved her with no common love-
Ifshc was proud Of his manly beauty, Of
his talents and accomplishments, he in turn
admired her graceful dignity, her cold, proud
lovelihess and her polished ease of manner.
Her inperious win bent to his alone, and he
thus grew to manhood with his faults un-
checked feeling that his inclinations and
whims, however unreasonable must be graft
fed. Hb was naturally noble nature, but
it had been allowed to run wild, and the sturdy
weeds of selffshness had overgrown and nearly
choked out the better and more delicate plant
in his hearts garden.
But who could think Of this when gaxina
on the fine manly form, the broad, white brow.
shaded by thick clustering brown curls, the
classical features and sparkling eyes Of Waldo
Maitland?
What wonder, if even strangers, dassledby
his graceful manners, saw none Of his faults,
that his mother was blind to thcmf
She still sat s9cnt, lost in . day-dream Of
which he was the hero, when Waldo at length
recalled her from her rcverie. Mother, dear,
sing me songfr She rose at once, and
going to piano near, played several pieces
with fine expression, then suddenly broke
forth into song.
Her voice, liquid and clear, rang out in the
stiffness, and Waldo was entranced. He Law
with smile just parting his lips, his cheek
resting ON his hand, and his eyes hxed on his
mother with all lovers fUndiiess.
Mother" he said, after pause, ayou
sing like an angeli l have never heard but
one person sing like you'll"
And who is thatr" asked Mrs. Maitland,
turning from the piano. ut is Blanche Sew
mour? And did you ride over to the Ancho-
rage to see her that you were so long away
this cvcningr"
No, mother" he replied, :" did not 20 to
see Miss Blanche. She sing like an, angel ?
No, indeed. It was Zoe Lyman that I refer
red to, and | went riding with her this eve-
ming"
!" Zoe Lymani" exclaimed his mother. a
dark cloud gathering on her brow; and who
is shef"
"Is it possible that you don't know 2 !" re.
turned her SON coolly. Wei, she is the
daughter Of Mrs. Mailand's ovcrsecr, and lives
in yonder white house that you see peeping
through the trees, I" pointing out Of the win.
dow.
"And is it possible that Waldo Maitland
can SO far forget himself as to pay attention
to such : girl?" asked his mother, haught-
Such girlr' returned Waldo; .she is
as far superior to simpering Blanche Seymour
as an angel to mortal; and, for that matter,
far superior to me, in goodness at least. /
love her, mother, and she loves me ~
Mrs. Maitland turned pale.
Can it be, Waldo" she said, in falterinp
voice, that you would win the affections Of
an innocent girl 50 far below you in rank that
. marriage would be impossible, Just to while
away tie time that hangs heavily ON your
hands, leaving her to a broken heart and Bit
ter repentance? And what but bitter results
can arise from this mad and foolish attach
%sntf Ins Oh, my m. son, had hoped better
Mother !" impetuously exclaimed Waldo.
'syou are the only one who could with impuni.
ty hint at dishonor connected with my name
or Zoe's. You mistake altogether. / intend to
marry her, and that very soon.
Waldo, you are not, you cannot be seri-
Gus calculated Mrs. Maitland.
:, But am, mother, and directly after sup-
per am going to sec her."
Waldo, repeated Mrs. Maitland, "tell
me at once that you are only jesting-a cruel
jest" she added, family.
No, mother, am serious; Zoe LYMAN.
and no other woman, shall be my wife. and
mistress of Magnolia. That is my fixed de-
termination.
And mine," replied his mother, kissing
her words through her shut teeth. ais this
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