Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1870-11-16

and please Herbert, for he loves you, al
though he is sometimes q little unkind.
Ernest and her voice was firm now
and her eyes were fearless, 'he has been
drifting away from me ever since Isa-
belle came. / have tried not to believe
/ it, but I can deceive myself no longer.
You must not think so. He admiFes
Z her elegant appearance, but his love,
| Jessie, must surely be yours,
I Ernest Linwood was noble man and
! an accomplished scholar. He was much
/ older than Jessie, and she had always
looked up to him; and give him her con-
/ 1idence, as though he were an elder
I brother. She did not know how much he
/ loved her, and honor forbade his telling
/ her, now that she was betrOthed to an
other. It demanded all the moral
/ strength of his nature now, however to
resist the yearning desire to clasp her to
/ his heart, and ask her to give him the
love he SO much coveted.
Half an hour later they sat together
within a rustic aTboT, talking quietly.
Ernest's kind words and wise counselS
had rendered her hopeful, and she had
just started up to go in search Of Her
bert, when they saw both him and Isa-
belle walking slowly down the path to-
ward them.
Jessie thought she would wait until he
was alone to speak with him, and so
went back and sat down again with En-
nest.
They were hid from view by interven-
ing vines, and, as the two passed the az
Dor, the occupants could not help hear
I ing their conversation.
She is scarcely more than child yet
Isabelle was saying. "A few years will
give her more WOmanliness, l trust;
though I sometimes fear she will always
be childish, and unworthy such love as
yours
'Ah, Isabelle, would that she were
more like you p Herbert answered.
Then, indeed, I should he proud to call
her wife, Isabelle. / love you. 1t is 4
sin, perhaps, but cannot help it,
Then the musical voice of the beauti-
full empress murmured:
'Ahj blissful knowledge! But, alas,
we met too late.'
do you love me, Isabelle? If so, it
is not too late
5 L love you, Herbert; but l will go
away and see you no more
? 60, if you choose, my queenly one
But 1 shall follow you. [ shall not sac
rifice your precious love for Jessie's
childish affection
He did not see tile gleam of triumph
i'll Isabelle's dark eyes, for she turned
them from him for fear that he would.
She had accomplished her purpose
She was poor and proud, while Herbert
was rich, and could make her queen
in society.
Jessie neither wept nor tainted, but
became cold and rigid as marble.
When they could pass without being
observed, Ernest conducted her to the
house, but then returned home, with q
sOrrowful heart. But he was 'Of the
earth earthly, and could not shut out the
greab Joy which mingled with his sOr-
row, for. he cherished the shadow of a
hope that Jessie might yet be his.
Herbert and Isabelle went away the
next morning, without any explanation,
little thinking that Jessie knew all; and,
a month later, they were married.
To-day, he is a caTe-wOrn miserable /
man, and she is the reigning belle of the
aristocratie circle in which they move.
She is too proud and cold to be a low
ing, afIectionate wife; and he has learn
ed by bitter experience, that elegance
and beauty alone cannot render home o /
paradise. Anda Thought of all he has
lost by his own perfdyzis to him an
eyer-present anguish.
After months of sorrow, and many q |
bitter heart-struggle, Jessie succeeded 4
in crushing out herlO for Herbert Liv-
She is now the happy and cherished |
wife of Ernest Linwood, the gifted pas
tor of church in the city of C;
and when memory Teverts to the past, |
she fully realizes that her present hap /
piness is one of the results of Isabelle's
triumph.