The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1870-04-02
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cHAPTER xxxYIII-oONTINyED

CHAPTER XXXYIII-CONTINUED
aMust l say farewell? Even on paper
It Is like tearing myself away from hcavel
again. But that was TO be: and now TIL
Is to be. Good.by, my own beloved.
T.. "Yours I'LL death, "HENRY."
Coventry read this sentence by sentence
still looking up, nearly every sentence, o
her TO whom It was addressed.
The letter pleaded on his knee, the pal'
face pleaded u few yards of; he sat be
tween the two bleeding lovers, their soil
barrier and ,Danc. lgS LIN l",
His heart began toftll him. The noun
tain OF crime looked high Now remosI
stupg him deeper than ever; jealousy spur
red him harder than ever; storm arost
within his breast, q tempest Of conflicting
passion, a. Grand and wild as ever distract
cd the heart; as grand and wild rs any
poet Inns ever tiled to describe, and, hall
succeeding, won immortal fame.
"SeC whatSI can dor whispered con
sciences i'sTYith one bound I ca1i give, hen
The letter, and bring llecolop back to TIM
cheek and Joy TO that heart. She will
adore me for It, she will DO my true and
tender friend till death. She will weep
upon my neck and bless me"
"Ay," whispered Jealousy, land then
she will marry Henry Little"
."And am sure 10 succeed II persist
In crime Deserve her hRtrcd and con-
tempt, and isit certain they will not both
fall on me?"
1.-THE fault began with them. He sup.
planted me-she Tilted me?" ! hate him
Il love her. l can't give her up now;
hnve gone too far. What is intGrCepting
q letter. Ishavo been 10 near murder to
stop ut that"' - - y
"But her pale face! her pale facew
"OnC6 married, supplAnt him US he has
supplantcdy on. Away to Italy with her,
Fresh sccnes-constant love-the Joys Of
wcdloCk! What will this Henry Little be
10 her thenI-a dream"
External punishment fit is not fable,
who has ever earned It better than am
earning 1t if | go on"
at Is q fable; 1t must DO. Philosophers
always said so, md now even divines have
given it up"
'"TTer pale fhce her pale iaccl Never
mind him, look at her. What sort Of love
Is this that shows no, pity. Oh, my poor
girl, don't look 80 sad-So pale What
shall do? Would to God l had never
been born, to torture myself md her"
His good angel fought hard for him that
day; fought and struggled and hoped, I'm;
til TIC miserable man, torn this way, and
that, endedithc struggl0with. q hlasphenl.
Gus yCIl bystcaring thcletter'tO atoms.
That fatal net turned tho scale.
fTilGnGxt moment he wished lie llad not
done 1t. .
But it was too late. lie could not go to
her with the fragments. She would see
he had intercepted Il purposCly.
Well, all the better. It was decided.
He would not look ut her face any more.
He could not bear it.
lie rushed away from the bower and
made for the seaside; but llesoon returned
another way, gained his own room, and
there burnt the fragments OF the letter TO
ashes. ,.#lh '.I ~ ''i- % 'r,.-
But, though he was inpcnitent, rcmorse
was not subdncd. He could not look
Grace Garden in the face now. So lie
sent word he must go back to HILLSIDE
rough directly.
LIZ packed lis bag and went down
stairs with it. ' -
On the last landing he met Grace Car
den. She started o little.
"What! going away" ~ T! -.
"Ycs, Miss Garden"
mo bnd news, hope" sud she, kindly.
The kindly tone coming from her, 10
whom hG had shown no, mercy, went
through that obdurate heart.
"N0-1o," he filtered; '"but the sight Of
your happiness Let me go. lam u
miserable. man."y|
And with this he actually burst out cry
ing and ran past her,
Grace told her iather, and asked him to
find ont what was the matter with Mr.
Coventry.
Mr.. Garden followed Coventry to the
station, md Country, who had now re-
covered lis possession and big cdnE
Ming, tod him tiidt' ior some time Miss
Garden Ind worn Cheerlulair, which had
given him hopes; but this morning, witch.
fng her from bower in the garden, he had
seen such misery in her face that It had
quite upset him; and he was going away
to try ind recover that COmpOsurc, with
out which he felt he would be no Use to
her in any way. ..,,....
This tiIlo Garden brought back to his
daughter, and she was touched by It..
poor Mr.. Coventry" said she. why
docs he waste so much love on me!
Her flthcr, finding her thus sOilmCd,
pleaded hard for his friend, and reminded
Grace that she Ind not treated him well
She admitted that ut once, an1 went so far
rs to say that she felt bound never tomar-
ry any one hut AIr. Coventry, unless time
should euro him, as she hoped it would, oil
his unfortunate attachment.
From this concession Mr., Garden urged
her daily to another, viz: that Mr.. Covw-
try might be permitted to try and win her
affection. lf
Her answer was, "Ie had much better
content himself with what l Gun and do
give him: my esteem anil gratitude and
sincere pity" .... g.
Mr.. Garden, however, persisted, and the
deep affection he Ind shown his daughter
gave him great power 1t WIS two against
one; and the two prevailed. Ut i.!.ts
MIR. Coventry began to spend his whole
time at East Bunk COttagc.
He followed Grace about with a tlevO.
ton to which no female heart could be en-.
tirCly insCnsiblC; md, ut last, she got used
10 him, and rather liked to have him about
her, lie broke her solitude us IL dog
docs, and he fetched and carried for her,
and talked when she WIS inclined to lis.
ten, and was silent when he saw his voice
Jared upon her bcreaved heart; ''l '.3
Without her father, matters might have
gone on so for years; but Mr.. Garden had
now so many motives for marrying biz
daughter to Coventry, thathe used MI his
Judgment and all his influence. He
worked on his daughters pride, her NiIec.
ton, her sense Of honor, and her sense Of
duty.