The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1870-12-21
ALEXANDRIA, La WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 21, 1877

sit Is not fColisInesS. ChaHlpneI =
What should do if did not so to Mrs.
Craven's--'
He interrupted her in his quick, hot
headed, earnest way.
where should you SO, true enough, |
my darling7 Is not my home lonely |
for the want of YOU? Does not my |
heart cry ont for you, its queen lSa-
bel, there is yet ten minutes; won't
Won think Of it again, and let me take
YOU from, this place to be married to
me. and to my homc forever? Re-
member, my Isabel, how I love yo',."
Under her thick Grape veil Isabefs
lips grew tightly compressed, and a
slow red bloom came to her cheeks
1t was great temptation she, So lone
ly; so fragile, to go out in the world,
nothing but companion to rich,
strange woman, whose face size had
never seen; and here was Champney
Roberts. with his splendid house, his
matchless carriage and horses, his
handsome face, and irreproachable
character, who sat beside her begging
her to accept of it all.
But Isabel was proud woman, ant!
she could not brook the idea OF marry
ing for home, for gratitude, even it
she knew the offer came from the man
whom she felt worslipped her.
| But for all this she did not Lore
fCnampney Roberts; and there lay the
secret of her refnsals-they had been
ma,,y-Gf him. And now again, with
the chilling look out ON the world be-
fore her, she decided that she wonld
work till the death before she would u
the wife of "a man to whom she cou''
, not give her affections.
~ had made mp my mind long ago
, Champney, and indeed it srieves me Il
have YOU cling to me So. am sorry
! wish for your sake ! might view thes'
> things in the same light you do; but
can't, Champney. 1t is Impossible
that is all. There comes the train"
,, ;, She arose, as the long train wen
= c, Keeping past, with sad, plying loo
at her lovers face.
ave will try. to be friends thef
Isabrl9 though God knows how mock
+ ing and empty friendship is after low
e Write to me; if ever trouble como
II command me to any extent. You
;, promise that r
"a He held her hand at the last, and
IL so fierce cluth that Isabel almo
- cried ont.
AZ "Good-by, Champney, Good-by."
T. She was really gone at last, en- vo!
fl ace to her destiny. That was lon
:" lonely ride, and many tears fell bat
40 of that heavy, masking veil before 81
," arrived at philadelphia, on clea
bright morning, when the streets we
s. swa, ming, with life and gaiety. it 7
m vived her, somehow; and she felt q
all most conteuted when a respectful IA
way official tapped her on the shor
ID, der and pointed to waiting carriae
n ..Tlm driver has been asking f"i
int yonng lady from Valley Point. Thu
ng Won took tlecar there, Miss Ken,s'
And so she found herself in NJ
ch Craven's carriage and later, in I
re- lad, 5 presence.
es- Mis-. Craven was I'M invalid, pass
ed, bly, ph-!pnking. VIII" received
ow newly-hircd companion with al"'
re- welcoming and kind interest that w"'
have gone straight t" lsahefs ft'
had not her pride and reserve h'
A challenged by the y"nng lady t" VII
If Nus. Craven introduced her.
the ..This is my niece, Miss F"Is"
Viii Miss Kent"
less Isabel Acknowledged the prtser
the ton; and il she was stung to the "a
by tbr the rigid hautrur OF the
'ov- .irl. Miss FWrsnm WAS rs enraged
Use, !sahel's indifftrently graceful bow.
rar- Aunt Clara" she said, wien Isl
ave had zone to her room that night,
who wceu and suffer all the long ho
usha,l ,uu allow her to entertain
lged visitors {? she is entirely too ele:
had ard aris,ncrntic to pass npnot
!, 10 among company"
.As often as / cat spare hel
and course. Why should she not see a
her lie enjoyment, poor child9 fon
want ue.iny.j-alnns again, Vivians'
was .Ynu rememlier how my ii
'der- tearhe, foiled me in that affair
she Warren Raymon,i' don't care
atch- this p,oud, lair girl and | should
she [. race 10, Ct,ampncy Roieiis."
.Ynu have no reason tn know
me to Clranpney cares tor you, you
glare, met him over dozen times"
inns ..rrne. Dnt care for Inm."
It ter ..We'Il not worry about that:
z. nose Won turu down the gas 20"
icketS send Annie up for her orders ~
down Pretty Vivian Folsom sc"wl
and SO she passed Isahei's door.
!" '''e "She's foo pretty, too hanght'
servant, aud that is what Mr.. X
Is soo'' aamires. Let her dare run a
FIGURE W.