The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1862-01-22

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Clara Sayton, too, had lost much of
her pride in learning the hollow hearted
ness Of the world she had preferred to
genuine love, yet it cost her fearful
struggle to reply.
Henry, Henry, loved you then-I
knew not how strongly until after-and,
Henry, | have come back to tell you
love you still'
Harry gazed at her splendid beauty
for moment, and could not doubt her
truth as her lips so reluctantly confessed
her folly, and shadow of deep respect
but firm resolve darkened his brow, as he
replied:
"You said we were not equals then,
Clara Sayton-you meant in fortune |
am richer now than then, but still when
weighed in such a balance"
"Henry," cried Clara, unable to re-
strain her emotion, II was mad Sud
den wealth had turned my brain. You
said then that had crushed your heart
do not make true your prophecy and
crush mine
"CIara," j." said Henry, gently, yet firmly,
''the prophecy may be true | cannot, =
do not love you. love another, and in
three days shall call that one my wife
Farewell, and remember that scorned love
witherS to receive no more"
He was going, when Clara Sayton
sprang to bis side and said:
"That one of whom you speak is more
false to you than | have ever been. For
/ if | uttered falsehood in saying | did
not love YOU, she has done wrong in tell
inc YOU that she does"
"What mean you, Miss Sayton p ex-
claimed Henry, growing pale.
''If prove her false, will yeu restore
to me that love | once spurDed 2"
80 be it, replied Harry, as confident
in the truth of his intended wife, as that
he lived
Come with me, that you may both
see and hear" said Clara, trium phantly,
as she turned and haStened into the
dense thlckct that overhung the high and
steep banks. Harry followed her until
she paused upon the edge of the cliff
and pointed dowDwards. He looked, and
saw a blooming girl of eighteen years
seated upon a grassy ledge, not many feet
below, and grew ashy white as he saw
her sunny curls falling in massy ringlets
upon the bosom of a gentleman, whose
/ form and features betokeued that scarce
/ ly more than forty years had passed over
his head
The lady was Cherric, grown into a
most beautiful woman, and the afianced
wife Of Henry Harry,
Bu. who was that stranger?
Harry heard Cherries clear and thrill
ing voice say
"Ah. know that | shall love you all
the more for our long separation. dear"
Harry could not catch the last word,
the name, for Clara drew him away and
whis oered-
"Have | proved it ?"
"Again YOU have crushed my heart"
groaned Harry; sis there no faith in
woman ?"
"les. Am L not faithful, Henry "
asked Clara.
Harry made no reply, and they were
leaving the spot, when Cherrie suddenly
appeared and cried
Henry! Henry my father has come
at last ~
"Your father! exclaimed Harry,
springing to meet the tall and digniied
stranger, as he followed the happy Cherrie.
Yes, my young friend said the.
stranger, Il am her father, but do not
think that | have come to rob you of her
slove. Yeu have nobly won her, and she
is yours
May I ask your name Z" said Harly,
as he grasped the extended hand Of the
stranger.
My name is Robert Armand, the son
of your deceased friend, George Armand"
replied he.
The one supposed to have been lost
at sea? cried Harry.
The one supposed to have been lost
at sea 2" cried Harry.
II ne same. GU nave hcard tnat l.
was accused of crime. l was innocent
of that crime, and was in pursuit of the
real criminal, false friend. when | left
my daughter Cherrie here with your
mother | can now appear among my
acquaintances and be known as an honest
man. for the true criminal is now in Jail"
and your fathers estate?" asked
Clara Sayton, who had troubled as she
listened.
as now in possession of lady named
Clara Sayton,' said Armand, bowing
but my lawyer will soon advise her to
yield it to me without litigation"
Clara Sayton hurried from the scene,
unable to utter a word
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