The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1868-01-30
NO. A..


free from either his love, OF his hatred
= to be the property of another, where
even his most paternal kindness could not
reach me? Who is so insane as to do
this - Yet he intends to give me away,
as he would his purse to the beggar -
frail! frail father!"
And tear - only one = stood In her
eye, and for a moment dimmed the con-
centrated gaze - she sighed in pain -
What sort of sorrow is that which is Civ.
en- us by the form we love? Have you
ever experienced it, lady reader2 What
| is life, affection, wedlock, or the round
| about possibilities that travese our path
| from the cradle to the grave! IF you
have ever wept you cannot forget it, there
is life-blood in the tiny deWdrop, and it
exhales the sorrow from the heart, and
darkness from the brow - there is en-
joyment also in weeping a soft over
flow of the spirit, as it rises in kindlinS
devotion over the sordid and gloomy re-
Prospect of what we have feft and known;
and the emotion, however trivial, bears .
memory in its burden, and transmits the
impulse from one teardrop TO another.
Sorrow that is given us by the hand Of
parent, friend, or lover, is the most in
tense; and although our tears flow faster,
there is JOY in their outflow - We weep
for another - 10 sin Of our own caused
it,
Edgerton, with cold politeuess, resum-
ed
Miss Cameon, the authority Of par
tents is sacred, inasmuch as it involves the
happiness of their children. No parent
could exhibit the cold hearted nature of
which you speak. If your father pro-
poses that you should marry, it devolves
upon you to respect his wisdom, and sc-
quiesce in his selection with humanity.
1t is his intention that you should receive
me as your future husband, and | kneeH
at your feet in token of admiration and
respect Should you refuse, l may be
wretched all my life; and your father
brought with grey hairs in sorrow to the
grave. Beautiful lady, consider! all my
labors shall tend to make you the happi-
est of women = to adorn you with riches,
honor, and fame! In mercy consider !"
And he knelt before her. Camilla
was in pain, anger and surprise. 1t had
occurred to her that this protestation was
the result of his mission, and conceiving
that her heart was fully susceptible of
feeling now, he had opened his intention
before he was aware. He continued: -
Look upon me, gracious lady, and re-
member your lamented brother, L closed
his eyes in death as he delivered me his
message, and intimated that should pro-
tect you. plead with his last words up
on earth, and worship the angelic sweet
ness of your beauty. For you | shall re-
sign all courses of public life, aud endeav-
or, by kindness and affection, to make
yours one continuous enjoyment. -
'Deisn to look upon me with sympathy,
and l shall depart the happiest of men!"
She turned upon him cold, scornful
look. Z Too full of modest resentment to-
answer, she permitted Edgerton to kneel.
and with as much composure as she could
assume, quietly resumed her reclining
posture. lie importuned herr
Lovely lady, one word of hope is SUI
fcient. Pardon my importantly, but my
heart urges the desires have conceived
to make you happy - to make you my
wife,"
WVep E.
And visible contempt was in her
eyes = her mouth twitcbed with agitated
suffering.
g To make you my angel, my love-" he
repeated. " 1t is your brothers WISH"
Sir! 1 pray you withdraw" she ex-
claimed; if plea such as you declare
were honorable, it is not from your coun-
try's service you should flee to tell it.
You have never seen Mr.. Cameon, you
have never aided your country by taking
arms to defend what it calls its own.
Your pursuit is not everywhere honest,
your presence not agreeable. You come
with narrative invented by yourself,
and false, as it is calculated to deceive.
Y our pretentions / disregard, aud only
tell you beforehand, that however subtle
and deceitiul you may come, God wilf
give me wisdom to unmask your villainy,
and frustrate the designs of your abettor
Retire or | shall summon those who
shall force you from the house, and debar
your entrance in future =" Retire."
Her hand was on the bell = she had
risen from her seat as she finished speak
ing, while the other still knelt Her ia
ther entered suddenly, and turned to-
wards her with pale, livid face = Edg-
erton joined him; and she regarded them
with steadfast gaze - she pulled the bell
violently "a shrek = long, loud, and
piercing, rang through the house; and
few minutes later, report few round
Ellmount Hall, that Camilla Cameon was
dead.
To be continued an our nert)