Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-12-21

though you said last night you feared
your Tabby wouldn't let you off. Think
of the eternity it will be to me if you
stay away. 'Wculd 1 were with thee
every day and hour Christmas Eve,
tool The bracelet, beautiful as it is,
will not do instead of your own dear
self. The very thought of seeing you
makes my heart throb. Oh, my angel |
what terrible fate has built up this
wall between usI We belong to each
other, spite of the worlds laws-do we
| not :? We have higher law. We can
| legislate for our hearts Your own
ADELE"
read this over twice, and found my
| self gasping aloud-a horrible choking
sound, at which 1 grew frightened
when heard it. Gam going to die ?''
1 said. "No, will not die and leave
him to happiness with his guilty love
Oh, Georgel Georger' And it seemed
as if the anguish of death entered my
SOUL loved this man, this unworthy
wretch, so much.
1 held the billet crushed in my hand
till the nails entered the flesh, yet 1
felt no pain. Every feeling of sense
was paralyzed, but the terrible heart
pangs went on. 1 knew now why he
could not spend the evening with me.
l pictured this Adele-a rose blond,
perhaps; fresh, with golden hair. 1
looked at my face in the glass again,
where time had written wrinkles. Ahl
that way madness lay.
How many hours did I pace that
room, wonder, the gas burning at full
height, kindling the amber curtains and
rose-strewn carpet as for long feast
All, feast of apples of Sodoml He
came at last. 1 saw the ormulu clock
pointed at two. The door into the
hall stood open, and he looked in, not
expecting to see me, for he started back
as if he had met ghost. How haggard
and old must have looked after that
vigil
HWhy, Catkins, old girl, what has
has happened ?'' he asked.
l walked toward him in a sort of
frenzy, and shook the pink-scented bill
let in his face. at has happened that
you are liar and infamous" I cried !;
or rather it has happened that I have
discovered it this night"
He glanced at the paper-at the
open cigar-case, and I saw his counte-
nance change.
"Why, hang it do you pry do you
spy on me, madame 2"
"Oh, you will carry it off with high
hand, will your I exclaimed. No,
1 do not spy; 1 find the proof of your
guilty love under my feet-in this
house, which you profane with your
presence. What have you to say ?"
." You take the thing too seriously"
he said, glancing about, and taking in
ventory, as it were, of the splendors
that surrounded him-all mine. "In
fashionable life this thing is
| "Don't talk to me SO % cried +;
| - r
calmly. You do not love me; why do
you pretend to?-false, perjured liar
Because you coveted wealth That
bought you and !, poor doting fool
was choked with the torrent of an
guish that flooded my soul. A dark
ness swept between me and the hand
some face that had been my bane. A
black gulf seemed to open to receive
me; sank into it, and knew no more.
I opened my eyes on different
scene. I sat at a handsome breakfast
table, pouring out coffee for red-haired
man who sat opposite me, absorbed in
the morning paper. 1 had fat, pudgy
hands I noticed, covered with rings
and / wore a gay cashmere wrapper
with scarlet cord and tassels. The dis
torted reflection of my face in the silver
showed a very wide mouth, and small
grey eyes, and dusty auburn hair under
a Honiton cap. There were two empty
Sevres china cups waiting.
"Take the partridges back" 1 said tc
the servant; "Miss Laura and Mr.
Charles will breakfast in their rooms
The red-haired gentleman looked uI
with an oath:
"Don't swear before the servants"
said, "its vulgar"
ECWb,4J, H. raaeon opc
Charles are never here to breakfast
then-think of our havin' breakfast il
bed in our young day-this generation
are all goin' to perdition."
They were up so late last night"
said. "Refiect Mr.. Grosswell, if yor
will have them mix with the aristocra
cy."
"Hang the aristocracy. I suppose, a!
that smirking walters out, there's M
sin in swearing. Iknow they y're wearin
out their young lives in a round of dis
sipation. Look at Charles, he's as pail
as dish-cloth."
How inelegant," said. "Charle
is distingue. l own L am worried abou
his health"
"I'll send the doctor round to-day
If he's unable to sit up to his breakfast
, he's in a bad way. Hollo hemp's riz,
, and he was soon buried in his pape
again.
How little appetite 1 had for tina
dainty breakfast. The partridge, tn
omelets of tempting golden brown, tn
{ yellow mullins, the itch aromatic coffee
in the costly cup Of Sevre-all wa
q tasteless to me. / had a heart to
anxious and full to allow of appetite
e though 1 seemed to remember a pas
t when bit of bread had been relishe
}, with more pleasure than all these del
n cacies.
s We had toiled, then, in those oil
O days, and spared, and eat little an
v slept little for the children. We ha
r. struggled up in the world. We ha
= educated them for higher places. Fo
IS tune had come at last, and how was
It with them. went up to Laura's doc
,e and knocked gently. She was new
l in a very pleasant temper after a bal
Le but it was very late. How she hs
,r danced with that dissipated your
le Wynkoop last night spite of n
Il frowns and hints. She has not tt
slightest regard for my advice, consi
" ering me old fashioned and unenligt
a ened. All, mel
h I sighed as I knocked again. The
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