Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-10-11

are. three. yesrs2 Yes, Yet him think me
idesdS greater will then be the Joy of our
meeting, and you, too, will be, convinced,
for we shall both be faithful eyePa unto
death. IS 10 I'll
! SO it was. Ellen's death was a nine,
days wopder, Some declared that they
had reveT heard of an accident at Niaga~
ra, and doubted Ellen's death; hut as the
family pnt on mourning the world was con
WINGED. aud mmedistely proceeded to for
get the whole circumstance, as we'll as
Ellen herself. ,s...
Three years after this event Mrs, Benson
sat with her daughter in pleasant villa
on the Banks of the Arno. ear
l wish, mother, said she, Evelyn were
not rich?' v- a.e Ia .p,
~. Well. don't.' z. .....rr
You see it is SC. like marrying for mou~
rey.' b.. 7r..
Well said manly voice behind them
well, and who ever marries without
why you. Evelyn said EileO; i have
] n is.Bussi ;ssys. $500
And if you, had not been rich, would it
have made any difference in your love?
Not in my love, but in it's result; III
had not been rich, from the moment had
felt you loved me. should have rushed
40 Timbuctoo or some other place, and left
you at peace --s- 30.
Would that have been love?
Yes not puppy love, which blindly
Stumbles and falls into hottonless pits. OF
misery and despair, but q true, manly love
Do you think. !, being poor, would have
dragged you from your homo, from your
kindred, from all the ease and comfort of
life, to make you my drudge and MY slave
for such is poor mans wife-merely TO
crafty selfish passionH That would
have been the action Of a villain -..
'Ah, Evelyn, if you knew-7mo;her,
shall tell hlc p
All, child, if you like -.-
All, Iittle Nellie, as in plays and rO-
mnrces Now reveal the secrets Of thy
beartp exclaimed Evelyn, aBsumind a
mock tragedy air. ..
well, then, said Elleu- -
well, them said Mrs Benson, three
years ago Ellen was desperately in love-
With boy or q msu?'
With a ynuDg gentleman Of the age of
nineteen and half
'Dreadful-ricdle dtroce !" cried Evelyn,
!
nal constanGy, love 10 fourth story back
room. seventeenth class boarding house
tour modern substitute for love in cot
tage), despair, misery, passion, love, des-
pite of des.th and fate
Exactly said Mrs Benson
Give me thy hand, fair Ellen; we all 90
through that stage, az it is the inocula-
tiGn q our youth; you are safe forever q ter
from all tanciss' H.
And you forgive me?'
/. Me, laugh at you, and az glad have
made up my mind to go to America with
you alter our marriage, that msy tri,
unph bver cur rival sen
Evelyn, believe you are the noblest of
men, ...
Ellen, believe you are the most charm
ing Of women saved by the most sensible
81 mutbers from being the silIiest Of girls.
/ knew this whole story from your mother E
including the Niagara business
What DO not deserve for my follv?'
you will get the punishment you de-
serve, never fear; wait till l get shOt by
Mr.. Harry '"-
They were married; they went TO Amer.
lea. Mr.. Benson had explained to all the
children at hume. and inherited q. we'll
cULlpUe phEHRIdpu III tue paper IN
which reporters were much quzzsd
! for their want of accuracy, and in
which Elleu's being alive was anuCuuc.
! ed.
| The world received it as piece of agree
able announcement Mr.. Harry read it
! with these comments:
! w eli to be sure, that girrs alive; to
! th nix Of the verses | wrote to her aad the
tears shed. I'm sorry the poor devils
come back, for no doub bit she is as brimful
Of love as ever. What spooueys we were,
to be sure. / thiuk | had better keen out
of the way for I'm not going to be caught
intn a marriage with Benson's daughter. ,
! That night, at the opera; Mrs Evelyn
looked through her glass at tall, thin,
pale youth, 10 very wide suit % black,
with pinky eyes, half closed, and his fuzzy
mountache curled la mouse.
Oh EVeyln.' said she, turning to her
| 'fue. handsome husband; 'there is Harry
We will have him out, ssid Evelyn; Il
shall go round and serape acquaintance.'
At that moment Harry was saying to q
friend: -.
That's the girl that was so much in love
with me, threw herself over Niagara for
me-
That beautiful Mrs. Evelyn Z
Yes, don't think her beautiful; she is
brown large and coarse; all women who
go to Europe Do. l like our girls with
| their sylpby figures, and their sweet little
giggle, better than these grand serious
women; but perhaps, added be, twisting
his mUustsche,1 she is still sorroW@ul for -
Here heavy hand was laid on bis shol-
der. .s
Ny name is Evelyn. Mrs. Evelyn. an
old friend Of yours, wishes to see you;
come. come; TO hesitation r
Harry sat the rest of the evening by
Ellen. Ellen was a woman, an accom-
piisbed woman now. Harry way still a
conceited, ignorant boy, with Just sense
enough to feel his inferiority. lie was
| glad when the evening was over.
'Well,' said Evelyn, how, did you
| like your lOverF
oh Evelyn said Ellen, hiding her
face in her husbands shoulder, such a
horrible thought haunted me all the time
-"
Niagara again 2?
mo. the thought that if I had not had
! such mother, might baVe-oh ~,
that was not the dreadful thought. 1t was
this, that but for my mutber might never
have been your wife. my darling husband
! There, you see, Ellen, that is why mo-
theirs are sent; they see the future
Why IS IT Why is it that zone of the Sc
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