The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1871-08-10
TOO MUCH IN LOVE.

to see him again. And very rich,
you say"
The speaker was a still lovely wO-
man, Of some thirty-nine or forty
years, with the soft, fair skin and
abundant hair, and smooth brow,
that had been hers when she gave
her hand to Leonard Tremaine nine
teen years before.
"He is, Custance. Does my wife
regret her choice and all the seif-de-
NAL it has entaiIed on her?" he ask
ed, with a tinge of sadness in his
tone.
"No, no-a thousand times no.
dear Leonard. I have been happy
oh ! so happy, in my quiet home
with you and our own darling, only
it brings back the memory Of the
past, and our promise, Leonard"
"Why not, my love! Do you not
believe in Cuthbert Pendennis I? Do
you doubt that our child will be safe
with hfm?"
81 should have been safe, but not
happy, Leonard. May it not be so
with our Adeline?'
The husband nrassod big r,;eo
fondly to him. It was soothing TO
the modest clergyman with his five
hundred a year and ono expecta-
tiOns," that he should be preferred
to the wealthy possessor Of as many
thousands, for at that figure the in
come Of the long absent Mr.. Penden-
mis- was rated by his friends.
''It was perhaps q rash promise,
CGstance, but it was given in the
lfullness and the happy sympathy of
my heart, when I won my sweet
bride from my generous rival, and
was ready to do aught but yield her
up as a consolation for his misery"
"And I did not hear Of it till our
darling was born, she said, half re-
proaehfully. "And oh, Leonard, she
is such bright, joyous creature, to
be sentenced TO an unIoVing mar
riage with a man old enough to be
her father. Besides, I do believe
Horace Dasant is seriously in love
with her, and he would be such a
charming match for her; so young
and handsome, and well born. She
cannot help liking him, Leonard"
"My daughter is too high princi-
pied and too generous to fail in re-
deeming her fathers promise" said
, Mr.. Tremaine, firmly. Il told Cuth-
bert Pendennis that if it pleased
Heaven to bless me with a daughter,
and if he wished to console himself
for his rejection by her mother, and
deemed her capable of such compen-
sation, she should be his. 1t may
well be that when. the time arrives
he would have no desire for such a
change in his habits and mode Of
life, or that Adeline may faiI to at
tract and win him, as you did, dear
est. Lovely as she is, our girl does
not resemble you; and if his old
5 predictions remain, she will not
. satisfy his tastes. Do not disturb
yourself, Custance, till we see how
the event turns out; only remember
if it is claimed, my engagement
must be fulfilled. As to Horace
Dasant, his father would despise a
bride who could not bring his son a
dover enough to clear his estate
from its encumbrances, and certainly
Lima would not have so many hum
dreds as he would require thousands
so dismiss fancies from your mind,
love. hope Adeline-."
But the "hOpes" were unspoken; ;
for at the moment bright girl, the
very embodiment of gypsy archDess,
Saxon fairness, youth and happiness,
: stepped lightly into the French win
=, dows of the little drawing room,
l. throwing her hat and its pale blue
trimmings on the floor, in a manner
most sadly inconsistent with the
modest allowance Of a country cler-
gyman's daughter.
"What does my papa hope that
his wilful daughter will or will not
do?" she asked, crOuching down on
an ottoman at his feet. "What sins
of omission or commission am I to
be warned against committing ?"
81 hope that my child will not let
her fancy run away with her," he
said, gravely; "and that whenever
she desires to leave her parents
, home, she will be guided in her
choice by those who have watched
over her from her infancy"
Adeline gazed wOnderingly up at
her father with a questioning anxi-
ETY. as he began, then her gay heart
vanquished all latent uneasiness as
to his meaning, and she burst into a
y. fit of siIvery laughter, that was in
fictitious in its mirth.
is "Papa my own dear, grave, pro-
phetic papag' she exclaimed, at last,
smoothing the reproOf he was trying
er to frame, with kisses. '"Have you
got an unusual number Of banns to
put up next Sunday that your dear
head is bent on such frivolous SUBJ
ta- jects, instead of the sanity old di
Gu vinity and logic books that I am
sure are written by people all brains
and no hearts"
"Silly child Can you never b
serious ?" said her mother reprov
err ingly.
GET tll, nlaolre, mai, !" returned tn
md