The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-03-20
THE Nd /.
BY FANNY NEwBERRY.
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them more vigorously than ever, until
be suddenly grazed the pier aud
sprang ashore l obeyed his mute
gesture by alghting also, but Ian the
sat perfectly still, her figure leaning
far over the boats edge, her hand
dipped idly in the water
Come, lanthe His voice was
low and inexpressibly tender, aud he
leaned toward her as if to lift her
from the boat Quick as thought she
raised her head, her eyes swimming
in happy tears, and reached up her
arms like a tired child. I turned
away. my heart as heavy as lead,
and fastened up the path. When
hidden BY friendly shrub berry,
| quickened my pace to a run. Any
where, 0RU1heTe, away from them
and their happiness Alittle to the
left was an arbor formed of ever
green's closely interlocked, | threw
myself down ia the darkest corner
and burst into a passion of weeping.
But the noise Of steps and low talk
ing warned me to hush my sObbing,
and.cowering closer In the corner, |
held my breath till they should pass;
but, to my utter CONSERVATION
they turned into the very arbor
where | lay. 1t was St Clair speak
ing, and | could not help hearing the
words, But Tanthe, how could you
ever have doubted my love?" and a
stray moonbeam peeping IN, showed
him bending over her, his arm about
her waist. She raised her head-how
beautiful was her face in its fearful
joy I 1t made me grit my teeth and
dig the nails into my flesh to see it,
and hear her passionately reply:
But you seemed to love Blanche,
and treated melike a child when you
had promised always to love and care
Ianthe there was strange
embarrassment in his voice =
what did [ say to you when
trying to@comfort you in your new
bereavement? Tell me as nearly as
you can remember.
L can remember every word, she
answered looking up earnestly into
his face. - You said mylittle Ian
the, do not weep so | viii always be
your friend, and if you are not happy
at your unele's, when you are of age /
will take yon tolive with me Those
were yOuEvery words
Yes, said he musingly; you are
right" Then quickly and earnestly
-" But are you not happy? | am
sure they do everything to give you
pleasure.
She stopped him with a passionate
gesture 'sPhiiip St. Clair, you love
Blanche. You do not want me. Do
you think me blind? / have seen it
all along She has taken you away
from me. OH l hate herl-I hate
her
She stamped her foot and threw
back her head, showing her face
white with rage. He tried to speak,
but She interrupted him with sudden
dignity. Go! Leave me to myself
awhile. Ldon't know what I'm say
ing.
lie turned slowly away, looking
upon cher with intense pity in his
eyes. And |, covering there in the
darkness, felt a selfish joy fill my
heart.
He loves me! he loves mel was
all | could think, pressing my hand
over my bosom to still its tumultuous
thrObbings.. But / was quick ~ arous-
ed from this seIishness by Ianthe's
distress. She threw herself upon the
ground, beating her forehead with her
clinched fist, and wailing brokenly-
Oh, Philip Phiipl' S
could not but pity her So young
"a mere child-and yet suffering all
wOmans anguish Watching her
from my dark corner, better thoughts
began TO rise in my heart | loved
the child with almost mothers ten
derness, aud her grief seemed my own.
Then a thought stole into my heart
Why could InOt comfort her by Civ
ing back this love | had stolen-all
unwittipgly, TO be sure2
/ believed that GOODNESS on my part
might turn Philips loveagain to her
at least after, a time This was but
the faiutest Whisper Of conscience.
but l drove il back with a pang Of
agony. What give up This love that
had been my .bne earnest desire for
four years. and thai n0w-Was about to
be ranted me2 Oh I could not do
tit was too mUch5
But glancing again at that PROSTATE
figure, my heart relented and thus,
for hours it seemed 20 me. I lay
wrestling between-duty and inclina-
ton.
ReadeT, DO you think me unusually
selfish and hardhearted ? Were you
ever tried u the same way ? Gould
am 6negwith warm, passionate ma
ture give up their ole idol without
terrible struggle and wrenching of
the very chords Of life But. you
say. thisiove had not yet been offered
mel had received 10 direct express
sion of it So much the harder |
must deny myself the bliss OF listen
ing to those words SO dear to
woman heart must not even