The herald. (Smyrna, Del.) 1870-1871, 1870-09-17

Those months of financial embarrass-
ment followed were safely tided over.
aud then devoted himselfto his business
with melancholy desperation born of
conscience guilt. He went little into
society; and especially did he avoid Cla
ra Berwick, who, with perversity of
mocking mischief, tortured him with al
lusions TO the lost pocket-book whenev
er she CHANGED to meet him. She was
so thoroughly good-natured about it, so
utterly CARELESS and trihing that he could
not accuse her of malice; yet, his own
conscience being his sharpest accuser,
he imagined knowledge of his guilt
when, in reality, there was none.
He did not conceal from himself that
sphere was the principal cause of his
rash act; yet he shrunk from making
an avowal of his feeings-he dared not
approach her with his. love- So he ar
gued to himself, thinking that he was
strong enough to withstand the tempta-
tion, although he knew he had yielded to
a lesser one.
But, disguise the fact as we may, we
are all creatures of circumstances. We
say, 81 will not do so and so,' and, loi
in mcnth or year we have done those
very same things; and it has become a
matter of course that we should have
done so. Even as, in spite Of his will,
Harry Tyndall had appropriated what
was not his, so, also, in spite of that
same will, he was at last thrown into
| Just such circumstances MS forced from
his lips declaration of love to Clara,
though lie trembled and doubted as he
made it.
Clara arched her brows a moment in
pretended surprise las il she had not
known his struggles all along); then her
old merry, mocking smile flashed over
her face, and some banterins words rose
to her lips, but they were unspolen; for
there was earnestness enough OF passion
and pain in his face to subdue even her.
He scarcely knew what she said; but he
went away, feeling as if his head would
strike the stars, because Clara loved
him, and would marry; but as he walk
cJ along, he thought of the pocket-book,
and his ecstacy died away. Why should
he, a common thiof, rejoice because, un.
4 Ger TrrsJ CUzfTss, 'iIatt Wuil Il ,5OOu Wo-
mans heart? But he must play the ae-
cepted lover; ard ho did SO, forgetting,
when with her, his own unworthiness.-
Sometimes he thought TO tell her ALI
again. he shrank from her scorn and the
loss of her respect.
But one day, when they were togeth-
or, after short silence between them,
Clara said suddenly. "IIarry, did you
ever find olt whose purse that was that
you found in your ofic?"
rTa tnrnAd MALE as death. Was his sln
about to find him out at last3
"No," he said, huskily.
"Was there no clue-nothing to indi-
cate who was the owner?"
"None at ALL"
"Have you it yet, Harry? Well, !
should like to see it. Will you go and
get it?'
'I have it here" he said.
Like many criminals, he had never
parted with the witness of crime.
Clara took it in her hands.
"Now, Harry" said she, II have
confession to mako. 1 don't mind tell
ing YOU that fell in love with you al
| first sight; and that when learned from
] NV LAWYER that you were on the verge
2 of ruin, and that so small sum woult
Q save YOU, was grieved for your suffer
inrs. but rejoiced to think 1 might hell
, YOU"
Hero she opened the purse, slippeS
= the penknife between two compartments
l and drew out folded paper, which sh
handed to Harry, who read it:-
A "Use this money to ,ake up that out
standing debt
Y ga FRIEND"
: He looked at her smiling face and
: light broke in upon him.
$50, IL was your purse, after all?'
: "No, Harry, it was not my purse.
found the old thing in the garret; but
: was my money. Tell me, did it say
: your"
"Yes; oh, yesi And all these years
:, have born about needless burden, an
morning, noon, and night called my
d self a thief, and dared not tell you OF m
d love because it. All, what have l nc
d suffered?"
"And 1 am the cause of it ALL" erie
}, Calra, throwing her arms around hi
= neck, with burst of tears. "Can 20
o forgive me?''
I "Forgive you'll said Harry, fondlS
II II would go through twice as much
5 save you single pangl And, at last,
Il can hold up my head among men with
10 clear. conscience"
"of course, you can. Don't you re
g member I told you atthe time te-nse j
d You might have known twas all right.
"Yes, might; but l did not.
g would have saved me much sorrow if
at had. However, 1 do not rogrot it now.
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