Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1871-01-12
LOVE AND PRIDE.
BY BIRDIE BELL.

a believe that our engagement
gives me the right to your full con
fidence, Edith"
"And I believe that an engage
ment should no longer exist when
one party mistrusts the other"
For all answer, Edith Tudor drew
a ring from her forefnger and stead
lily held it toward Raymond War
burton.
Edith" he exclaimed, while a
dark flush overspread his cheeks
and temples.
"Our engagement is over" Her
voice was low, but calm and meas
ured. 81 do not choose to explain
what you consider so peculiar l
will not be accountable, even to you.
for all my actions! So let the past
three months be blotted from your
memory, as 1 shall erase them from
mine"
With proud gesture, Edith Tu.
dor laid the ring upon the card-table
before her, and walked toward the
door, which she opened, and then
stood coldly waiting the departure
of Raymond Warburton.
He looked at her FACET was
white and still as marble; not
quiver disturbed its expression.
Raymond's spirit being fully as
naughty as that of the girl before
him, he spoke not one dissenting
word; but, taking the ring, he bowed
himself out Of the room, and in a
second the street door closed upon
him.
Not till the sound of its shutting
reached her did the features of
Edith relax from their coldness;
but when she knew he was, indeed,
gone, her forced composure gave
way, and, clasping her hands with
passion and pain, she cried:
"Oh, Frank! Frank! What more
what more? You have broken
my hearth"
Up and down the apartment she
walked with restless steps, some
times clasping and unclasping her
hands, then again stopping for a
moment while she buried her face
in her trembling palms; but her
grief brought no tears-it seemed
too deep to stir those fountains of
relief
While Edith was struggling to
overcome her emotion, Raymond
was striding with fierce steps to his
rooms. He had passionately loved
Edith Tudor, with all the strength
of very strong nature. The two
were very much alike in character
proud, exacting, self-willed, passion
ate; yet, withal, theirs was the spir-
it to do and to dare great things.
They had been engaged but short
time, and, as yet, none of their
friends knew Of the relation which
existed between them.
A day or so previous to their
quarrel and parting, a gentleman
had mentioned to Warburton the
fact that he had been much surpris-
ed, while walking through one of the
city parks, after dark, to observe a
lady hurrying in front of him, and
that, just as he reached her, he per-
ceived man rise from bench close
by and join her. AS he passed them,
the light from a lamp fell upon the
lady's face, and disclosed the fea-
lures of Edith Tudor. The man
was shabby and dissipated in ap-
pearance, but evidently knew Edith
well, from the familiar way in which
he accosted her.
This was the peculiar circum-
stance which Raymond desired ex-
planned, but which Edith steadily
refused to do. With all the jeal-
ousy of his exacting nature aroused,
Raymond went from her presence,
resolving to cast out the love he had
set in his heart as his treasure for
life. That night he slept but little,
and, the next day, made plans for a
hasty departure for Europe.
In a week he sailed, and Edith
Tudor listened, with a calm face but
a fercely throbbing heart, while
lady friend descanted on. the great
strangeness of Mr.. Warburton's 60
ing to Europe just as every one
thought he had settled himself for
the winter.
But, in a month, even the grief of
this rupture with her lover was
swallowed up in the greater sorrow
of the death of her father. But
when Edith Tudor found that not
only was she left sad and desolate
orphan, but that poverty was also
added to her trouble-that she, who
had been SO tenderly nurtured, was
now obliged to earn the food she
would eat and the clothes she would
wear-then, indeed, did all that was
strong and noble in her soul spring
up and assert itself. The bread Of
dependence she would not eat, so
she left the gay world, which had
once been so glad to do her homage,
and, buried in obscurity, toiled and
struggled with the accomplishing
patience of proud nature.
Raymond Warburton remained in
Europe two years, and then, finding
that the face of the only woman he
had ever loved still haunted him
amidst the splendors and gaieties of
, its most fashionable resorts, he re-
: solved to be wanderer no longer,
but to return to his native city.
During his voyage home he fire.
) quently met, on the deck of the
.. vessel, a man whose face was so
; tanned and burned that it was almost
, copper-colored; his whole appear
ance was somewhat rough, and yet
there was something in his face