The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1867-02-16
an old and valued friend. as he Wished her

| she Is not worthy that generous heart.
would that | could, Thsrese, but It's new
too late. Hayward tho she is, have cast
my happiness upon = dis.n
\ week or two passed by, aEd Fitzallan
was flirting desperately with Ella German.
She bad rejected Desmond, and in ieturn
for his generous affection, given him words
of scoru tina; stung him to the quick. He
seized her hand, he left her, and hoarsely
| muttered. Ella ! may you one day feel all
you have inflicted spon me, farewell for>
ever
Miss Gray said Harry, TO you / will con
| fess how much 1 have been Won by your
friends genteness and swestness. | know
my conduct may seem iucons stent, buJ 10
not doubt me
Ella had discarded her host Of admirers,
aad DEVOTED herself TO Harry, with him she
| hIrted, waltzed and walked and the world
began to think there something serious
| in it.
! "Desmsnd has been ordered south, to
dangsrou. post" said he ore day.
'Bon voyage" she carelessly replied.
Can this girl be desttate Of feeling"
| thought he, and his eye turned from her to
! Therese, and he felt that there was beauty to
be wsrshipped, the beauty of character, and
the magic of mind. Therese was less cordial
| to him, than upon their first acquaintance,
but he knew that one little word would recal
| the smile which always lighted up her face
with strange bsauty.
There was = spell to hush the troubled
spirit in the quiet of the deep green wood
that skirted the town of A, Thersss
wandered there alens, treading with sad
step the forest path. mol no y she ex>
claimed passisnately; Amy il mistaken,
Harry could not love one like ne. Mol
| Ella Germain with her radiant lovsliness
will WIN HIM yst. NayI' she added proudly,
- | will burst the thrall, cannot unsought
be won, he loves me not; bat stay-tho' |
| laugh at the superstition, here is simpl.
flower, which bears on its leaves, so old
legends say, the words Of destiny. Let me-
| consult them"
- He loves me not, he loves me.
Yes T. dear voice cried. and be- lover
! knelt down at her side.
Therese covered her face, and turned away
| in tn. deepest confusion. Fitzallan playfnlly
| took her hand. my darling, shall | consult
the flowers or will < sncs at that cbsek
tell ne all | wish to know" and ne gazed
| anxiously iuto her blushing face. Tell me,
Thers2e, n.y | win you to be the light Of
my homer
ais thi. generous, Capt. Fitzallan," and
covering her face with her hands, she burst
into tears. Harry Instantly dropped MS
/ playful manner, and IN tone Of deep and
manly tenderness offered his hand AMI for>
tune 70 her acceptance,
NAY" he said in reply to remark Of
| hers, this is worse than tsoi,h. Must |
call III more powerful auxiliary ~ convince
| yOu that sought you with this intention.
Ask Livingston, ask your sweet Friend ANY,
who has been my coufdaut from the fret, if
. 7 1 N. u. L
tomorrow | join my regiment, give me- one
word 20 cheer my heart when far away upon
| the tented field ~
But, Miss Germain, your attentions to
Lsr?r
- ! wished to find if could not awaken
some pity IN her heart for Dssmsud. ELHnE,
wrscked. This was the sole object OF my
attention to her, but | find her utterly heart
less. A re yOr convinced, now little one ?'
Slowly dil Thersse allow herself to be
won into a confession Of her own Affection
and before they left the greenwood bower,
she had pIiahtei her troth ts him, with all
the devotion ot woman's hra; and grateful
love.
i year passed by! The white wing Of
peace was over our land, and qeH. in = state
" house, gay scene was anactirg Liy>
ingston on this evening vas welded 70 Amy
Gray, and Therese was one OF hsr brides
maids. There was zuch a look of happiness
upon her face-auch "a light in her fl.l dark
eye-tkat sven Ella Germain could not bat
acknowledge, that for once she was hazd
some.
| How well Miss Malcolm % 5oks tonight
said d lady in her hearing
YES there seems TO have bsen sone
strange metamorphOsis," said Ella with her
accustomed sneer.
/ "a metamorPhosis." indeed, spoke the gay
voice of Livingston, a. her elbow; that of
/ happiness. Do you know, Miss Gsrmain,
/ that my friend Fitza!lsn mas won her heart,
and next Tuesday We shall have another
| bonny bridal"
! Ella Gsrmain turned deadly pale. She
had cast off Desmond in disdain, to win this
rich and courted soldier, and his parting
words rung in her ear as shf struggled te
conceal, even from hsrsslf, her bitter di5ap>
pointmsnt.
Tive years in their courss had gone by,
and Livingston and Amy were upon visit
to Fitzallan, who in his beautiful home de-
voted himself t. the happine,. of his gifted
wife
Desmond will b. here to.morrsw," ex.
! claimed Thersse. looking up from letter
she was reading "And he says he shall
surprise US all. He writes me word he is
/ now curod of his heart sickness. Are you
not thankful, Harry"
"Yes, dear; always thought Ella un>
worthy of him. l shall claim d long visit
On your account"
Indeed, he is all old and dear friend
We will welcome him warmly"
Desmond arrived as the winters day was
closing in, and 10 the astonishnsnt Of all,
brought with him most beautiful girl, with
soft black eyes, whom he introduced as his
| wife.
"Ah! Charles do not wondsr that that
sweet face should cure you of your Yenehant
for the brilliant Miss Germain. BY the way
she has married mlllionare. Sold herself
:or wealth AID diamonds. But you are hap>
py? that joyous smile tells me so.'
4" Yes, Ther.sr, more blessed than ever
dreamed of being. Lizzie is an angel, and
can laugh now at my folly in the past
Therese gave a splendid party for the
bridal pair. and again Desmond aad Ella
met. Elegantly attired, aud glittering with
gems OF almost priceless worth, she present.
ed strong contrast to the little bride,
whose only ornaments were the natural flow
ers, on her dress and in her hair, and the
rare pearls that glistened in hsr PIN and
bracelet. Hers was Il lovely face. Whilst
on Elias, SO faded and changed was look
of discomfort and irratien, as she saw Dss>
lnond's look of pride and love, Whenever his
fair wife passed him in the daEes. And as
the coarse looking man who called her bride
sought her side, to lead her to her carrisge:
she almos: recoiled from him and look OF
bitter loa,hing crossed her tnce. Just at
that moment her eye met Dssmond's. 1t
was his hour of triumph over the hrt
Ottawa. Feb. 9th, 1867 N. NJ.