Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-03-12


you would not be away longr
"By starting at once-that Is to gay in
two hours time, might be here again by
evening the day after tomorrow but /
will not go II you dislike TO be left alone
here, Lillian"
"AloneH you forget shall have Giulia
oh, no would not have you disappoint
poor Mr.. Mackenzie for the world-such
friends IS you have been. will go and
tell Benson about your things"
Mrs. Stretton ran away up stairs, and
then the Marchesa, with bright glow
on her usually pale cheeks, turned to Gil
bert and told him, with warmth he felt
he little deserved, how reioiced she should
be to watch over his Lillian during his alb.
sence.
"she is all 1 have to love me now,"
said the musical, thrilling voice, and those
dark velvet eyes were raised to his with q
timid and beseeching earnestness that
touched him strangely It was as If she
had know his doubts aud dislike and strove
to deprecate both.
He thanked her heartily with a warmth
of manner that plainly touched her, for
he saw tears in the bright, beautiful eyes
as he ended.
His preparations were coon made. He
said goodbye to the Marcbesa, and meet
ing again that same wistful, hslfassured
look by q sudden impulse he raised her
hand to his lips.
He would have been sorry for yielding
to it if he had seen how passionately the
Italian lady pressed her hand to her own
lips as he hurried out of the room where
Lillian stood waiting for him.
"You need not mind leaving me bit,
my owni You know have never had a
al hrOfhar ond pOuy that haua 1oet
papa, and have none of my own people
left, GIulia seems quite mother and sis
ter too. Do you know darling that if any
thing ever happened to me, should like
her to manage everything just like sister
would?"
He stopped her mouth with kisses. 1t
was very hard to leave her; now it came
to the point, he hardly found courage.
al will not ask you to write, my Lily,
my precious wife You shall hear of my
safe arrival, and you will see me again
soon after"
"Giulia, don't know what has come to
you; one would think Gilbert was your
husband and you moped for him. believe
you are tired of being alone with me, aud
it is scarcely day and half since he
went away"
The last words were spoken wearily,
and the fair young face was sad and
thoughtful.
Lillian did not look toward the Marchesa
she did not see the crimson flush over
spread her face for a moment and thsn
leave it more colorless than it had been.
Before her silence could be remarked, Giu-
liza was answering her friend:
"You must forgive me, my dear child, il
I have seemed dull my spirits, since my
mothers death, are very unequal 1t com.
forts me that my sadness has not infected
you, Lillian. could not have hoped to
see you 80 gay in your husbands absence
All that is the best of sou English
either you do not feel as we southern wo
men do, or you have strange power o!
controlling affection"
She fixed her dark, bright eyes on Mrs
Stretton; she was trying to read her true
feelings, but Lilian's frank nature was toe
open for her friends comprehension.
Mrs. Stretton looked up at her, sorrow
full and puzzled.
"Have been gay? did not know ii
My heart has not been gay, Giulia. But
where is the use of trying to be duller
and get along, pale face by the time h
comes homer Come along, Carlo" ant
she ran down the steps of the verandah
followed by her little greyhound.
! "1 am too much vexed with Giulia t,
stay with her. How little she understand
mel Oh my darling, my darling hoV
can she say am happy, when my hear
ID almost breaking for want of your If
had known it would have been so hard I,
bear believe could not have let you go.
She had tried to bear up against wha
she had told herself was childish fore
boding; but now, when she reached tn
stone garden-seat, where Gilbert ha,
80 often sat beside her, she burst into pas
sionate weeping.
A huge evergreen oak overshadowe
her, and the Italian lady could not witnes
an agitation which might have checke
her scorn.
She stood still, Just as Lillian had LETT hel
, except that she seemed to dilate wit
the vehemence she had now no cause t
restrain.
"And he thinks himself beloved, and h
is content with a heart like this 1t is in
| possible; or, if he seems to be content,
[ is because he knows no better. His Sol
has never been awakened to ardor by
passion which would lose its life in hi
Love if she loved him she would droo
and fade as flower fades when the su
, cannot reach it. Love it sickens me I
: hear her name him p
She clasped both hands over her for
e head, and walked up and down the rooI
2 up and down, pacing the whole lengt
with the firm elastic tread of the women
y her country.
' 1t had grown dusk before Mrs. Stretto
I came in. The Marchesa was not in Ii
. SdlG. She inquired for her, and was tol
b that she felt tired, and begged Mrs. Sire
Y ton to excuse her absence.
\ lillian ranrOaahad haraalf and cvua,
4 penitent expression came into her eyes
8 she stood hesitating whether she should g
Q and seek her friend.
r "Never mind will make it up to hC
tomorrow. 1t was much better to ru
away as did. When l am vexed wit
e any one, 1t is always soon over if l al
r left alone. If had staid indoors Just the
d Giulia and should have quarreled."
r She went up stairs TO bed, followed
Q her maid, an Italian recommended her /
the Marchesa. The tender little hea
s was very heavy at the thought of Il
n miles that lay between her and Gilber
but tomorrow, letter must come in Il
8. morning, and, perhaps, he might con
q back in the evening.
" at is strange that this sounds so impo
3 sible while say it-strange and silly, Il
s. that cannot believe he is coming bac
knew was not clever, but did not ia
cy could be such little goose as tn
B. Why, other women's husbands go awS
p often and they think nothing Of it.
y lieve Gilbert would be almost angry if
It could see me now"
The anxious little heart fought brave
. against the strange, sombre presentimen
y OF evil that had been slowly gatheriI
strength all day. She tried TO sleep, b
], she awakened again, terrified by son
e shadowy dream, the full meaning Of viii,
she had not been able to grasp. That
s. had been alarming, her beatiag heart al
ague-like terror revealed. Morning foul
is her pale and unrefreshed; but she 10
1t early-she wanted TO be down stairs wh,
70 the letters arrived. The Marchesa "
u not in the SdLO, and the fragrant mornh
10 air came in refreshingly At the op,