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

WK COUNTY, IOWl
paced the room with rapid steps cursing, in
the bitterness Of her grief, Zoe and her father,
but not her poor misguidcd son.
Meanwhile Zoe, I'll unconcious Of the storm
in Mrs Naitland's bssask sat with Waldo on
the vine shaded porch.
She was . delicate girl Of seventeen, who
had been all her life at school, and who knew
nothing Of the usages or conventionalities Of
society. She was very beautiful, and Of .
style rarely seen Ct The South. Her slender
and graceful figure, large timid blue eyes, and
silken hair, which she arranged simply, yet
Enthusiastically, added 10 regular features and a
pure and delicate complies Jon almost too col
orless, had not every emotion brought the
rich blood 10 her cheek--.had at flrst siRht
made IN impression on Waldo's heart, which
her simple manners, svneet disposition and
guilelcss nature had deSpened into ardent
love. He had spared no pains to win her
affections, and she loved him with all the
depth and ardor Of young girls flrst love.
The only thought that marred her perfect
happiness was the vague fear that his mother
did not like her-a faAr which Waldo had
laughed to scorn. But now he admitted TO
her that his mother had wished him to marry
somc one else, and that'therefore, she did not
like Zoe; but he persuaded her that, when
once married, al would Be well, and urged q
speedy union. Zoc hesiSted.
"Oh, Waldo" she whispered, unee with
out your mothers consent. We are both
young. Let US wait for that"
Waldo's only reply was . burst of re-
proaches. He declared that she did not love
him, or that If she did she would not trust
to him. And when she burst into tears, he
suddenly changed his tone to one of tender
ness, and finally wrung ftom her reluctant
consent to be be married the next day.
And married they were the poor bride
with vague forbodsns of coming evil At her
heart, and the groom vainly trying to FORGET
his mothers words, and endeavorinQ 70 think
that all would yet be well. In fact, he did
believe That, when once hin mother found that
It was all irreparably done, she would forgive
her only and idolized son, and that, once 90
quainted with Zoe, her many excellencies
would gain her . place in his mothers heart.
The discharge Of Mr.. Lyman shook his
faith little; but he looked upon II a. the
first outburst Of her indignation, and waited,
hoping for SONS signs Of relenting. None
came.
His letters were returned unopened. His
wardrobe was indeed sent to him, together
with his favorite servant, Byron, but aside
from this came no word from his mother.
At first he needed this little, engrossed as
he was in his young bride; but soon came
the old longing to see his mother.
Let me see her once" he said to Zoe,
and all will be well"
So, dressing himself with unusual care, he
took his wife, and with her entered the par
lor at the old homestead, now doubly dear to
him. How every thing reminded him of the
last night when he and his mother had sat
there together-that mother whom he so
fondly loved It could not be that she would
not relent. No! She must, like him, feel
that yearning tenderness that was urging him
continually to seek her.
He summoned servant, and bade her tell
his mother that he wished to see her.
Tho woman seized his hand and shook !.
warmly, exclaiming again and ae:;n. "Oh.
Mass Waldol rse mighty glad 20 see We
honey, but l don't dare to tell Missus so.-
shes mighty strict, and won't let nobody say
.othin' about ye. Never delude to him,
SEE she, and don't dars to, Mass Waldo. y
"Well, auntie, take this to her, and you
needn't say word" he said giving her .
card And, a. she turned, he paced up and
down the room, feeling more doubtful Of his
reception than he would even acknowledge to
himself
"'Tain't no use, )" said the servant, entering
the room and handing him his card again
(" Aissus says, Tel the gentleman he is mis-
taken; have not the honor of his acouaint-
ance hain't got no son."
/" am not to be foiled 90, !" exclaimed Wal
do. and, bidding his wife remain where she
WA for few moments, he passed into his
mother's room.
She was sitting in her usual seat by the
window, looking into the garden; her work
hung listlessly from her hand, and her face
bstoksned softened thoughs.
50 Waldo deemed q, with . heart filed
with bve and sorrow, he laid his hand softly
ON h shoulder, and simply said, Dear
Shekurned upon him look full Of tender
ness, AID said, gently, Have you come then,
Waldo, ht lastf Are you tired of your new
Toy, and ready to give up that artfGl girl for
Aad1m," !" he replied, haughtily, e you are
speakingpf my wile: / cannot permit her to
b insultdl even BY my mother. She Is in
ness, poorkhildl when / alone WA to blsme
WIN you d 4 forgive her and your psnitsnt
"Neverf exclaimed Ms. Maitland; anes.
AZ Mve you nsvM uI ne 2 deea y