Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1862-02-19

I stances that threw you out OF tHe true
channel of your hte-that interposed t.
wrap YOUR destiny. And ! will not be
here o uide vol with nv counsels You
are tre oiln1, raul
.lu = stutcd mother, replied he IN a
low 1nicc. almost Il whi-per. But ii 5 not
ut what vUu suppose viii not benoan
nv fate ! will not yearn or wealth and
power; nav wealth shall ever be in the
love and goodness of Con, and nv power
the power of uprightness and faith 1t is
better for all, that | know what YOU told
me. | did know Il IN part, but did not
know that we we're the righttul heirs
Not Te, Paul, but y0u-tor am dying
now
Mother let Us pray
And ara n the deep, earnest voice OF
/ PRAYER filled the dim old attic, that home
sanctuary where lay a waiting yoyarer by
the river of death The wind howled
/ fearfully without The rain beat against
the easement, and came in under tn. sill
in murky streams The storm within
the storm in the leart.-was stiiled.
Mother said Paul, after some min
uaes OF silence, can you give me further
particulars of his affair
Il can. and shall do 50 in as simple a
manner az possible Your father, \cstor
D-vareux was IL PurveyOr in the army
Through carelessncss, or rather conf
ience, he did not submit Isis contracts to
writing, ani wuIIe he was on business -
Europe. Col Lee, by some means not al
together understood by me, got possession
OF the deeds and titles to the estates
our father died shortly afterward, and
you and | were left beggars. There WAS
no way of redress for me, and Lee grew
rapidly rich upon what was justly our
own.
After some further conversation the
woman settled down into a sort Of dull
stupor. Paul sat on chair and covered
his face with his hands He was ut last
startled by the low voice Of his mother,
and the ominoUs death-rattle.
Paul, Paul, | am going now | can
see my life slowly assuming It's spiritual
! grandeur 1t is the form of nv new EN-
bodiment, and it stands out in the light of
| its transit -uration. And the heavens
opened, and saw an awakening light,
| lk. unto a star in the east, and it grew in
-reatness, approaching to tn noon-day
sun And ny life was lost in that bright
| ness 1t IS .settinc : dark, PauI,-and cold
| co,-he has left hi. mother! well =
| Paul 8 mother was dead
CHAPTER III
| How sad and drcar it sometimes is to
| sc alone Alone with agoniEin1 and self
! tccusIng thoughts, alone with unsatished
| earnings alone IN the dreary W lndering
3ack through memory to the beautiful
| .ong ago; alone-and all so calm, so still
| -he very beating OF the heart seems to fail
upon the air.
| Paul Devaraux sat alone No solemn
silence brooded on the air, for the rain
| eat sharply against the easement. an
| Cne storm scarce for = moment lulled -
Now snd then quick clap of thunder, or
4 prolonged roar, added to the fierceness
OF the night; and precursing either, flashes
of lightning shot across the sky, glimmer
ing brightly even in that high old attic.
On the bed, in the cold embrace OF
death, lay his mother One arm wa.
| thrown in half circle around her head
! while the other hand rested where in It's
sudden coldness and stiffness, it had
! dropped from the hand of Paul Her lip.
were slightly apart, as if she were yet
| murmurlng G trnest words of love and
| .aith the lids of her ewes were merely
| irooped, just Il. if they had involuntarily
| IOsed before tho awakening light O.
| suich she had spoken; while upon hsr
.t-e fingered Il sweet expression OF res
IA ion and .ore Her spirit had assumed
ctefn.I embodiment The grandeur o,
| II soul that had su Tel ed n was stron l..
nat had been tempted and yet did not
fall, twink.ed star in the armament oi
,Od brightness crowned with honor and
| .lory forever.
| Paul sat in profound reverie. Thought
was busy with ms soul and the changes OF
| light and shadow on his face revealed
their alterations Of pleasure and bitter
nd ha ha rr1tn hair nj
Remstead Place to the titled lands, the
noble mansion, the sloping lawns, the bios
soming orchards. the luxurant gardens Z
lie could hardly ,alize the tact-he hard
y knew whether he ought to feel happy
or sorrowful. And then came thou shts
of Miriam, and his course of action TO
ward her from the change of circumstan
'es. Tie property was his, and he could
honestly, justly accept of her offer To
snare II with her. But 1t was the princi-
pie from which she had acted that came
up against her in the eloquent pleading t
love The past sacrifice of her love to her
pr,de-the immoiation of the gushing al
sctions Of her young hear. upon the altar
of ftshion and avarics-these came up
.-anst hsr
No, she was stu in the refining fire
nd he would watch and wait until she
'dmc thence purified. One year had
nasscd. and he would allow another TO 20
by ere he asserted his claims or disulged
his secret He had been schooling his
heart, and wild, thrilling ecstatic as his
love had been, he learned to look upon 1t
without tremor or dread and it came to
him like a beautiful dream of the pasta
picture on the clouds. that passed away
with their shifting vapors- And 2. times
when 1t would come up to him reali-
ty. he would bring her to mind in the
light she appeared, at the last interview
and thus arrayed in the hideousness OF
her haughtiness and pride, she stood be
fore him deformed beauty and he al
most turned away with a shudder
But in his reverie beside the dead, 1t
does not seem strange that the memory oi
Miriam should have been tinted with
something of its olden beauty. 10 wed
her now would not cause upbraidlngs from
the voice of his integrity could she not
nave mourned in selfrt proach. repented
and be yearning for the sweet reunion
again? All love is an eloqu mt 2 leadeE'
its voice is the voice of melody us brlbe
is the full happiness of life and ITS lnspl
ration is the inspiration of the impassion