Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1861-07-16
THE LOVERS PROPHECY.
CHAPTER l..

y ear Inc nOur OF sunSeI, Some twenty
years ago, young lady of great beauty
and naughty mien was stIolliug along the
banks of the Thames not far from a small
village, engaged in reading letter, which
seemed to ELL her soul with unusual ella
ton.
At length she placed the letter in her
bosom. and said, aloud:
with such fortune, such destiny, it
were shame to throw myself away for
life upon pretty farmer like Henry Harry.
And yet think love him, and know be
loves me ; but for me, for Clara Sayton, to
be n farmers wife ?"
CHANGING before her as she spoke, she
saw him OF whom she thought rapidly ap-
preaching.
If | could avoid him! But he has seen
me, and perhaps the affair were best ended
now" thought she, flushing crimson and
then growing pale with mingled emotion.
Henry Harry, young farmer, scarcely
in his twenty first year, was soon ty Ter
side, exclaiming-
"Clara, dear Clara. am so happy to find
you. But what Is The matter? You will
not took at me-"
The bright fame of Joy faded from his
handsome and sun Drowned face as he no.
tced Clara's chilling recognition Of his
presence.
MIR Harry" said she. coldly, perhaps
less familiarity in your address would
please ne more. | am about to leave never
TO return and hope you, Mr.. Harry, will
soon forget all the idle words We have
SPOKEN, as | shall"
The vrurg farmer, a noble figure even
10 his rude dress Of the field could only
stare n speechless wonder, and mutter-
Lido words ~
"Nr Harry continued Clara, drawing
herself erecr, and throwing great disdaiu
10 ter glance, "the great change in nv
prospects fortids me T. bury myself among
rustics. Read tins letter. if you please y
She gave hm the letter she had been
reading. and Hairy said, after careful
perusdl-
81 see that you have fallen heiress to a
large fortune, that is all, Clara"
"And is that all ?" repeated Clara, with
scornful emphasis 1T is enough, sir
You preceive that Mr. George Armand has
died, leaving a great fortune, to his nearest
kin. | am, therefore, his heiress-the
lawyers in charge Of bis estate have 50
stated"
But Mr.. George Armand had a SOD,
Robert Armand?"
Very true, Mr.. Harry but does no. the
letter state that Robert Armand committed
or was supposed guilty of crime-and
| fed to avoid punishment, aud was lost at
| sea? True, his father never believed him
to be guilty yet as Robert is dead, what
matter it2 l am the heiress."
"And because you are an heiress, you no
longer love me-" said Harry trembling
! with emotion.
1--WE are no longer equals, Mr.. Harry,
and you see that misjudged my feelings
when | said loved you"
1--WE are not equals, Clara Sayton ~ ex
claimed Harry, tossing the letter from him
| contemptuousiy.
| "Our souls and hearts are not equals. -
! / am poor, it is true, but would not give
my poverty, honorable and honest as it is,
| for your love and fortune now. You have
crushed ny heart, and | shall live to crush
yours"
"a threat. sir ?"
"No, prophecy" cried Harry, walking
away with step as naughty as her own.
| Clara Saytou watched him as long as be
was in sight, but he went straight on, and
she knew he had turned his back upon her
! forever.
"He does no. know what IS has cost me, u
she murmured. turning homeward, and
speaking with fevered lips. II could have
loved him. But to be a mere rustic-a
drudge all my life. Oh, no; my love can
never stretch to such sacrifice ~
And So seeking to justify her guilty
mind, Clara Sayton FASTENED homewards
to prepare to use her sudden inheritance
/ Meanwhile, the discarded lover, heart
crushed and weary, sought the gloom of the
wood 10 brood over his grisf-not grief al
having lost Clara Sayton. but grief because
be bad found he: so unworthy.
As he leaned against a tree, where often
he had woOed his false hearted Clara, be
vas aroused by light and girlish laughter
near him a handsome, blue-eyed girl
scarcely eight years old
] "I'ye found you, brother Henry, and /
am very glad, for was almost lost" said
the little maiden, springing into his arms.
"You, at least, love me, Cherrie," re-
| piled Henry, as he kissed her rosy cheek,
/ and swept her bright, sunny hair from her
| fair forehend.
''More than proud Clara Sayton does, for
all she says" cried Cherrie.
Don't speak Of her, Cherrie. She does
not love me now, and do not love her,"
lis that fun, brother Henry?"
No: fortunate fact" sald Harry, as he
clasped the chilG's tiny hand in his broad,
| strong palm, and led her homewards
''Ah. am so glad l'' exclaimed Cherrie
"Hcu, glad Now that astonishes me-"
said Harry, crushing his love for Clara
with every stride. "But why are you 90
glad, Gherris :"