Middletown transcript., 1871-09-16
He interrupted her in his quick, hot.

/ headed. earnest way.
Where should you 60 true enough.
my durlinsg Is not my home lonely for
the want Of you! Docs not my heart cry
out for you, its queen? Isabel, there is
ten minutes wont you think Of il agsn.
and let me take you from this place TO be
married TO me, and my home forever p
Remember, my Isabel, how love you. T"
Under her thick Grape veil lsabel's lips
grew tightly compressed, and slow red
bloom came to her cheeks twas great,
temptation; she. so lonely, SO fragile, to
60 gu, into The world, nothing but com
manion TO a rich, strange woman, whose
face she had never seem AMI here was
Champney Roberts, with u splendid bousc,
his lnatchlcss carriage aud horses. his
handsome face aud irreproechablc charae-
ter, who sat beside her begging her to ac-
cept Of il all aud be bis wife
But Isabel was proud woman, and she
could no, brook the idea OF marrying for n
home, for gratitude, even il she knew the
offer came from the man whom she felt
worshiped her.
But for all this she did love Champ
ney Roberts: and there lay the sccre, Of
her refnsals-.ihcy had been many---of
him Aud now again. with the chilling
look out on the world before her. she de-
cidcd that she would work till her death
before She would be the wife Of man to
whom she could no, give her affections.
+" had made up my mind long ago.
Champney, and indeed 1t grvcycs me 10
have you cling / j nle So. am sorry /
wish Tor your sake | might view these
things IN the same igh; you do but |
can 1Asmpney. !, Is impossible, thar
Is all And uow there comes the awaited
train.
she arose as the long train went creep
ing past, With sud, plying look at her
loSer face.
- Ne will try 10 be friends theu, lsa-
bel. though Goa knows how mocklng and
empty the namc Of friendship is after
love. " rite 10 me Il troublc ever comes,
command mc 10 any extent. You viii
promise that
lie held her hand firmly to the last,
aud in % fierce clutch that Isabel al
mUsi cried out.
:" Cood BY, Champney, my friend. =
food by
She was really gone at last, on voyage
to her destiny That was i long lonely
ride. aid lnany teals tell nehiuI that hea,
" masAili, wi beleic shc arrived III
i'hiA4elfAi4, on clear. bflEh. morning
when taa streets aete sWaluiiug vita iiie
anil gaSi.y. l. revived hef somewhat.
+ I4=z
.reetlal r,ai9ay oiaeial tallsd her Ct ths
aataller anl pointed 10 Whiting eaf
riage.
: The driver has been asking for young
lady from Valley font think you took
th, cats there, Al.s keut =
Aud - she iaaul hptself IN Mrs Cray.
en 5 carriage, ami later, in the lady $
presence.
Alis Craven was an invalid. passably
/ good. looking mh5 received her newly hired
companion With Il polite welcoming and u
i kind uteres, that would have gone straight
10 lsabels heart. haa not her p.iie ani
reserve been challenged hs tile Young
lady 10 whom Mrs Craven Introduced her
: This is my nieee, Miss Folsom, Miss
! Kent. .
Isabel acknowledged the presentation
aud II she was stung 10 the laiek by the
trigid hauiear Of lhe maAner OF the fair
rlri Miss Poison was as enfaged hy Ira.
j bel's indlerently graceful buw
!" Aunt Glara, she said. when Isabel
had gonc 10 her roum that night IL weep
and suffer all the LING hours . shall yan
alloy her 10 entertain our visitors : she is
entirely too elegant aud af.stecfatic TO pass
unno;ieei among refined company.
" As often As can srafe her. Of course.
j Why should she not see little enjoy
ment, poor child? iou are getting eal.
GUS again. Vivian =
/ :, You remember how my music teacher
f1ilel me in that ni.air with Warren Ray
noad ? ipn', care that this proud, fair
girl and should run a race for Ghampncy
Roberts.
= You have no reason to know that
Ghampney cares for you, you never mot
him over dozen times.
:. True. But | care for him."
:. We'll not worry about that. Suppose
you turn down the gas now, and send An-
ME up for her orders 2
Pretty Vivian Folsom scoulod as she
passed lsnbcl's door
:" She's TOO pretty. too naughty. for a
servant, aud that is what Mr. Champncy
Roberts admires. Let her dare run foul
of me.
She compressed her lips as she went
back to Mrs Craven, in look that boded
| no good to Isabel!
bay after day went on aud Of tue scores
of gentlemen who had called on Mrs
Craven and her niece Isabel had seen
none. for all her kind friends insisted
upon it.
Isabel had grown 10 comprehend per-
fectly Viyiau Folsom, and treated her nc.
cordngly. Sometimes when yivinn want
ed favor done sho would go to Isabel
and Isabel would do it. OF course there
was perfect apparent coliali.y between
them. while they were a. swords points.
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