Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1862-02-26


the writing of Paul Devareux With
more calmness than could have been ex-
pected under the circumstances, she open
ei the letter and read its contents.
Remstead Place, y. Y. Oct 10 lss-.
DEAR MIRIAM My beautiful, my beloved !,
Many weary months have passed since we last
met, and since shen you have been is silent as
the grave In vain l inquired of Mr. Morgan
for your address; he remained inflexible in re-
gard TO YOUR orders. But Yesterday. while
transacting business with him in his office
noticed a letter living on his desk, directed to
you. Unooserved, | copied the address, and
am now happy beyond measure to know that
can at last pour into your ears the deep, earnest
love that has of late been flooding NV soul |
love you now far more than ever-with a love
as deep and unfathomable as tho ocean. and
ever singing the same low, sweet refrain i'll nv
soul,
You are more than all the world to me; and
often as sit in the calm moonlight il seems TO
me that your spirit, arrayed in the whiteness of
its own purity, comes to stand beside me and
then look up into your eyes and hear your lips
murmur as of old, % Paul, my own beloved :"
1 know then that you thinking of nc, too,
and that in turn the magnetism of nv char
a'.ter is sharpening itself by your side. And
Oh | feel so unaccountably happy when YOU
seem thus in my arms, that | hold mv very
breath, from fear that YOU will vanish awav
Dear Miriam am not happy. As a minis
ter of the Gospel messenger of hope and
peace to others, should not say so, but it is
nevertheless true. You are necessary to the
completion Of my happiness. You have be-
come part of my life, Miriam--part of my soul
"a part over which absence allows me no con-
troll, and make. me sit in the abject darkness or
wretchedness and despair.
liza my lRa l;tfl 'fa
You have come out of the fire glorious and
beautiful in your womanhOod; YOU have proven
all that is good, noble and true. That dark
overaweing pride lies smouldering sacrifice
upon the altar; and YOU have risen far above
my highest summit of grandeur and womanly
perfection.
Come home, Miriam; do as your heart says
YOU shall; become what YOU so earnestly long
to become Share my fortunes with me ,eor,
Miriam; they shall be yours and mine we will
bless and glorify each others lives, and arm in
arm at last go down the deep and silent river of
death, to live and love forevermore, adown
that sparkling stream beyond.
Write to me. Miriam make my soul to be
glad breathe life, and spirit, and energy there,
for believe me, my beloved my unsatisfed
warnings have made me of little benefit to
myself or others.
Come home to me from thee apart
Family and low my pulses beat
As if the life blood Of my heart
Within thine own heart holds its seat
md howeth only where thou art
Come home, mine own
Yes, write to me soon, and ever look upon
as who loves YOU more than life itself
Paul DEvAREUX
Miriam closed the letter with sigh
tears bedimmed her eyes, and there was
much of sadness in her tone as she mur-
INJURED -" Yes, Paul-you do come and
stand beside me in the grandeur and tie
brightness of YOUR inner life | can shut
my ewes and imagine YOU beside me now.
But YOU can be nothing more to me, Paul
The latter sentence she repeated a num-
Der Of times, bowling low her head, and
sobbing bitterly in the intervals
turned away from you with coldness-
nay, with rudeness There was defiance
in my glance, scorn on my lips, and bit
terncss in my heart Unobserved, from
the window above ! beheld you kneel in
the moonl eh-, and heard the low, earnes.
pleading of your voice All often ! see
YOU knecling and hear you pleading thus
q, Paul to treat You so | am not wor-
thy enough even to stand where Your
shadow may have fallen No | cannot
share Your fortunes; it cannot be The
gulf between us is wider than ever Much
up my love in nav heart forever You are
now the heir and What? wandering.
weary, heart-hroken woman But | will
write to you, Paul Perhaps there may
be something sweet to you in the sadness
which feel
CHAPTER VI
Paris November 18th. IS3-
DEAR Paul With tears in NV ewes. and
with wildly throbbing heart | have pc
ruscd YOUR letter; a letter full Of hope love
and life; letter touching my heart in the
simplicity of its coqueucc; letter winging
me swiftly back to the beautiful long ago; a
letter such none other but mine own
loved Paul could write And vet l scarcely
know how to reply to it my love my heart,
Paul, dictate one thing, and nv pride, my
seusitivcness another.
And 50 YOU the heir of Remstead p, ....,
Well, am glad of it, Paul. y.,n are worthy
OF such boon-far, EAR more worthy than
vas. You nave waited long and patiently ):
st-.aggled hard, and Yet have ever been salts
fed with the allotment of Providence.
And |, Paul Have | not been fed and
pampored upon what was rightfully yours?-
my soul thereby turned away from its truth
fulness and its beauty? Willie YOU were
toiling and struggling; while YOU lahorcd
and yet learned to wait; while you suffered
ana Vet were strong While YOU pushed aside
with resoute arms the waves of your adverse
fate, eheered by the deep, solemn promises Of
God and the memory of the pale, hallowed
face of your invalid mother,-I was rolling
in ease and luxury, extending no hand TO
succor, proud and defiant even in the CON
sciousness that / stood up guilty before the
eyes OF God my Maker, and of Paul my be-
loved
Paul, you have asked me to come and share
your fortune with YOU. This | cannot do; /
can scarcely believe Won mean / should. 1t
would be merccnary in me, YOU would think
| did So not for love Of YOU but for the love
Of wealth and station; not in answer to the
PRAYER my heart has bteathed for many long
weary months, but in response to the voice
of luxury and affluence.
How have I treated you, Paul? God for
give me that. for can never forgive myself
Did YOU know. too Paul, when you asked me
70 reinQuish the estates, that YOU were the
heir: | am slowly becoming satisfied in nv
mind that YOU were. | did not know it
though. and relinquish all for love of YOU
not when you bid me, it Is true, but after
hile,-because nv soul was so full Of yearn-
ing and unrest.
How sad that those estates must still stand
between our happiness and our love, o,
Paul were YOU poor and wretched, sick and
weary, how | would fly TO succor you. and
with nv gentle wooings make your heart grow