The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1864-03-17

in her hand. She did not look round
as Tom closed the door, though she
knew his footsteps.
Fluted trimming is still worn,
guardy, l think / will have my new
dress trimmed SO. All, Toni are you
back? Where's the ginger-sna
Tom left the room with never
word Of answer.
Tom is getting to be an insufferable
puppy, with his moody brow and trag-
ic airs.
'An insufferable puppy, echoed Bell;
but her lip quivered.
Mr.. Treyanion laid down his paper,
and went over to where Bell was sit
ting with her eyes fixed upon the fire.
He laid his hand kindly on the bowed
head; but she sprang suddenly to her
feet and the small hand hanging by
her side now clenchcd ficrcely.
what is the matter, / sayY
My head aches, sir; and fyou will
excuse me, l will 60 to my room
She almost few up the broad stair
case, and her white face was perfect
revelation. Tom Trevanion, pacing
up and down the study floor, saw it as
she passed, and shivered. Reaching
her own room the dcspairing girl flung
herself, face down wards, on the floor.
She neither tainted nor wept, she did
not even moan; if she had unclosed
the firm set lips for single instant she
would have shreiked. Her dumb an
guish was a thousand times worse than
tears, more than q river Of tears. She
had promised to be Mr. Trevanion's
wife through gratitude; because she
was lonely and desolate, as he had
said, and knew not till too late that
life would brin any other love. That
she had learned to love this handsome
Tom Trevanion, was fixed fact. How
or when the love crept into her heart
she could not have told but she knew
to her sorrow, that it was there. She
had thought to put it away from her,
to forget the manly, tender face; but
she found her own heart a rebel, all
she could do was to keep the sad Sc
cret from the eyes of Tom and his un-
Gle. She never entered the study now,
so they met only at meals.
She went down one night in the
twilight, to the almost unused library
The street lamps were Lighting, and
she stood with her face pressed against
the window pane, watching the little
lame boy as he went his rounds. 1t
was a wan, pitiful face, and Tom Tre-
vanion coming up softly behind her
looked upon it and longed to gather il
but brave old Uhciie5 / Hal al 1naT a 'lo@Sca @
her, he would--he would-but this was
dishonor.' The closed eyes saw moth.
ing but a heart picture she was looking
at, so Tom could gaze his fill at The sac
face. The tired eyes Enclosed sudden
ly, and she looked up to see that spen
did face bending over her with an ex
preston she could not misunderstood
There was perfect silence for man.
, minutes. Tom stood with folded arm
and tight shut lips. What could b.
say that would not be dishonor2 Bel
made movement as though she wa
[ going to leave the room. .
t Bell, l am going away tomorrow
. | leave on Monday for Europe. IT,
G She trenlbled so that he put his arr
G around her, and then, as though Who'll
4 " unable to resist it, he drew the beau
r tiful head to his breast, She just lc
! it lie there for she knew it was for tn
!, last time; that dreary last time'
c MY darling mine in this sad houl
y if never again. | love you, lsabe
n with holy tender love, and al
IS leaving you because of that love,
ought not to have told you this, bl
C you know it, Isabel, and it seems SON
Y consolation 20 put it into words.
d would be dishonor in me to try to vi
y YOU from kind Uncle Hal, and dishor
if or in you to be so won, for he has 5,
n his heart on you, iittlo Isabel. W
q must part, though it rend our hear
: in twain, and now, for hear uncle
it voice, and / have no further strengI
% left ,,... sr.-.. ~.
1t lie led her to a chair, and pressir
one kiss upon her pale lips, staggerf
N almost blindly from the room. 1t WI
sc a fearful storm of feeling, requiring Q
IS his love for his brave old uncle, all h
honorable feelings tGoprevent hi
s, rushing backs,and claiming Isabel,
That he had no right to do 50 he kne'
r. save by the passionate love be bo
- her. The old man sat smoking WI
ae closed eyes. /.
s. Get your pipe, Tom, and let us ha'
IN a good time :,
IN i cannot, uncle, 1 an not we'll t
ve night. Uncle Halbert, l sail for b
rope on Monday, and have come to 81
r. good-by to-night | must 60 to NC
n wich tomorrow ,.... ...
r. is the boy mad? What in the mai
ID, of common sense would take you aw'
again2 Why Tom, you are i'll Wh
at is it, boyY r"
n NO matter, tincle.'
se TON, l am the only father you ha
he ever known. ! command you, by
lis fathers right, to tell me what u
ell means. Are you in debt, my boy !?
,er so, speak it out; if it is one thousa
mt dollars will pay it, anything ratf
les than have you leave me-.
nd Uncle, don't press me, just let
N 90 quietly. give you my word,
ye word of a Trevanion, which never "
bio broken that 1t is nothing Of debt
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