Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1860-07-20
NUMBER 6.

for his bride, eventually; and he gave o
complaeent look in the mirror, which re-
vealed the reflection of handsome man in
the prime of life, arrayed in the most cost
ly and fashionable style. 1s-L'-AhA
"She will get over this whim." be mur-
INJURED to himself, as he left the house, and
sprang lightly into his beautiful equipago.
But the next morning note was handed
him which completely dispelled his imas-
mary visions. 1t ran thus, in Elma's Ia
comic, business like style: -
Ma. PARKER After what passed between us yes
terday, it will be highly improper for intrudc
any any longer upon your hospitality therefore | have
Fessenden whose husband will rem unerate You for
whatever trouble and cost yeu have incurred on my
account. ELhA TINTos,
as It would be impossible to describe Mr.
Parker's mingled feelings of g hatred, re-
venge and despair as be perused tho
note commencing so abruptly with Mr..
Parker instead of cousin, her usual appel
lation ;-and ending with Elma Vinton,
a name which he thought she had
discarded forever, by the sentence of di.
vorcc, for her maiden name of Eldridgo.
| r. ef+ r- 5.-5 CHAPTER III. aUG .r5.Ia7T
81 Elma, after spending few months in
the bosom of Mr.. Fesscnden's charming
family, was at length prevailed upon to
accompany them to the metropolis of
France, where Mrs. Fessenden had rela-
tions Jas they all saw that she would
pine away in constantly viewing scenes so
nearly connected with her former bliss
She was very pale and attenuated and the
little hope, which had at first PLAYED around
her heart of seeing Mr.. Vinton and having
full explanation of the past, was abou.
expiring, for he was still wanderer from
his home, having never returned to his
| splendid, Jet desolate mansion Mrs.
Fessenden, who was a calm, strong-mind-
ed woman, had a great influence over Elma.
who yielded, though reluctantly, to her,
as regarded appearing in society. There
was something of pleasure, however, for
her desolate heart in their morning rides
and promenades around Paris and its en-
virons, and also, in visiting works of art.
| They were, one morning sauntering leisure
ly in gallery filed with rare and beauti-
full paintings, and Mr.. and Mrs Fessenden
had wandered off from Elma, who, weary
of gazing at so much beauty, had taken a
low seat and was busily applied with PEN
Gil and paper; while forgetting all else but
her deep sorrow, she allowed the tears to
flow without restraint. At that very mo-
ment, she, herself, would have made a good
study for painter. Her simple bonnet,
falling off in the employment of writing,
revealed her clear, white forehead, the silky,
brown hair which curlcd on each side of
her pale, sweet face, and the knot of beau
tiful braids which shaded her neck. A
rich, dark, plan, dress, adorned her small
figure, while her deep, blue eyes were
slightly upturned with mournfully sad
expression,-a true picture of her soul
There was another visitor, a tall, intellect
ual looking gentleman, the sadness of
whose black eyes rivalled that of Elma's,
who, on pretence of examining picture,
watched her most intently. although he did
not allow her to catch a glimpse of bis
| face, Indeed, she was SO absorbed in
thought, she knew not of his presence
Upon the approach of MIR. and Mrs. Fessen-
den, he glided away, apparently in great
haste. As they came toward Elma, she
wiped away all tears and reioined them
in such haste that she left the fruit of her
musings on paper near where she sat,
which was appropriated by the tall gentle
man to himself, as soon as they left, and
which. after reading several times with
manifest emotion, he kissed and deposited
| in his pocket book. Elma's linesran thus:
r..s. s.g TO c, " % rrr sre t1
| Four years ago I sat with thee r
In homes own sweet, domestic bower.
When loves bright bird e'er carollcd free, ~
And giadness winged each passing hour.
sat with thee in joy and pride,
The breath offiowers upon my brow, si
was gay and happy bride ;--s....,f -..E
-' Now I am lone, and where art hoap
Aud when our only bud of love ~
Was sleeping in the narrow tomb,
Did'st not thou say he dwclls above 71sg
In gardens of the best to bloom !" ~
In that dark hour thou vert my all .-.
The only tie on earth to bind =
And thinkst thou when the oak doth fall,
The ivy other prop will find ri ..-.s- i
'Tis even thus--I cannot stay .,+ -.f.-r1
In this dim sphere without thy smile
Oh, Father, hasten me away I...- r.@t
From sorrows dart, from pleasures VILE.
Methinks upon my grassy bed s-za- g.s
Thy tears will fondly, gently rest, ...r
| As thou by menory's voice art led
| To muse on home SO loving, blest-s Ee
When to the music of cur hearts s -I
We trod life's pathway blthe and free,
And deemed not that the hour which parts
Would ever come to me and thee.
But it did come-and weary. sad,
] fain beneath the sod would lie, -----
| For in my dreams. thy tones, SO glad, Ed
Are whispering q We shall meet on hign ~
| ELMA.
They had not proceeded far ON their
homeward way, before Elma discovered
she had lost the lines which she had so
hastily scrawled, and unwilling to leave
them to the cold and careless gaze of tho
first one who might pick them up, she re-
traced her steps, and was bending over
| the spot where she had written them-but
her search was vain, they had disappeared
Asit was now past the usual hour Of ad-
mittance, Elma thought herself alone, for
she saw no one upon entering-and there
fore she sat down to rest herself awhile,
leaning her head upon her hands She
started suddenly upon hearing "Elma "
uttered In a low, sad tone-yet it was \