Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1871-03-09

You are not angry, Philippe l.pl
\ ANGRY, darlingi No, l am not angry
n Say eood-by then, and let us part friends.
eput aside her prohered hand, and taking
Sneslender form in his arms, pressed upon
her lips impashioned kisses, and uttered over
and over again, In husky voice, words ex-
gSessiVe OF such deep, fervent love, that for a
moment Ella Bsnce almost repentsd having
caused him pain.
Ne released her at last saying;
ssood-bye, darling, God bless you, and
make You happy"
ne turned about, and was soon out Of
light. Ella murmered as she watched him !:
THE dear,fellow, had no idea he loved me
70 he ought not have taken my going so
lAsrd, for I'll soon be back again"
IND humming gay little air, she went
SfsssfiE up the walk, on into the house.
lac naxt week found her in Chicsgo, ready
fPal fior With her whole heart into the Win
y alEnisstiyities. She wrote often to Philip
Iscssne. Now her letters to him were shorter
lkud fewer. His last to her had remained un-
tnsWered over two weeks.
Nonsense, she said writing again to him
when shall go home so soon."
The allotted time of her stay passed away
isld fould Ella under promise to remain q
lew weeks more. Her Aunt had urged her to
REMAIN and, besides this, she had become
Interested in a ''hirtstion," as abe termed 1t,
with gentleman belonging to her aunt's set.
Edward Rorks had paid her particular at
tsnton ever since her arrival In the city. It
tNTas strange that Rlls Bence did not become
aone of the many anxious to have him act the
part Of deIotee to him sooner than she did.
U Mr.. Rorke was intelleetual, exceedingly
fNealthy, was her ideal in personal appear
ance, possessing the wavy black hair and lus-
triOus dark eyes that she so much admired
| but he was proverbially Ackle. No lady that
vas well acquainted with him placed anyfaith
in'his protestations oflove. He hal heretofore
become the adorer Of every new face, and off
cred his hand and heart to each in succession !;
and before he had been known ss well as
he was now, he had been known to be en-
| gagged to three at the same time.
ELIAS aunt had not forgotten to forewarn
her Of EJward Rorke's falling. Yet as the
| Winter passed away and he still continued to
bs her escort and admirer, she began to think
that he had been judged to harshly. Even
| her aunt expressed 1t as her opinion that
| "Mr. Rorke had sowed his wild oats, and
| was going to settle down at last"
81 believe" she continued, "If he propos-
es to you, Ella, 1t will be safe for you to ac-
Cept him. If you do win him, you will be
making great conquest"
."If act on your advice, aunt, what will
become of Mr.. Hays2"
'"Discard him, of course'
| IL am afraid 1t would kill him, Aunt Sarah,
you have no idea how that man loyes me-"
Nonsense, Ella, man's heart is not bro
ken SO easily, you have a chance now to
make your fortune, and you will be very
! silly girl If you do not.''
Within week afterward, Edward Rorke
asked Rlla Bence IL she would be his wife,
and she answered him:
eyes"
As she sought her pillow that night, she
remembered tho promise she bad given Philip
Hays.
81 am sorry for him" she said. ''If had
mot knhtyn Edward, would have married
Y tmi fN5 noYmy widest sybrightest dreams
Them away.T - 80
Afew days afterward Philip Hays received
a note from her. He opened it and read
"PHILrP must keep my promise to you.
4 ask to be released l had not meant to do
this thing. Do not think too hardly of me,
and remember me as your friend,
ELLA BEScE.
He calmly folded the paper again, and turn
ed to answer question MS mother had ask
ed.
As size looked in his face, she shrieked out,
"Oh Philip, my son, what is 1t?
~ have received blow mother; a blow that
have been preparing my1elf for, yet it falls
none the less heavily, after ALL"
ait is some message from that hesrtess airt.
"Don't, mother, don't; you burt me-,
He left her room, and the anxious mother
heard him ascend the stairs, and enter his room
and lock the door.
at noon she went 10 the door and asked
MAY come ip, Philip?'
A voice so unlike that of her son, so fraught
with agony that she scarcely recognized it, an
swered
sNot now, Mother
"What are you doing, my sonp'
Trying to forget her,
q could curse her, muttered the mother, as
she went slowly down stairs.
AT night she went again, and called:
'Philipp
There was no answer.
"open the door, my SON.
Still no reply.
She bent her head and listened; Stiffness
like that OF death was In the room.
She tried the door. 1t was locked. She
threw her weight against 1t. and the slender fas
tenines gave way.
There sat her son before his desk, with hi:
head leaning upon 1t, and note 10 Ella Bence
with his signature affixed, laying before him.
Mrs. Hays went up 70 him.
you frightened me so, Philip, thought
something had happened
She laid her hand upon his. 1t was icy cold
She lifted Up his head. 1t fell heavily forward
again.
The truth came at last to the poor mother
her idolized boy was dead
With shrek that brought the whole house
hold about her, she fell swooninS to the floor.
That night this dispatch reached Ella Bence
Philip Hays died to-day, bis blood be upon
your head.'
Two days afterward the funeral sermon was
preached in the village church. The coffin COLI
t9ining the remains of the young man was
placed within the altar.
Before proceeding to the burial ground the
friends looked, for the last time, upon the loved
face Of the departed one. The undertaken had
just come forward TO perform his last duties,
amid tbe stiaed sobs aud moans Of the mourn
ers when figure appeared In the open door
way, looking so wearied, so gbastly pale, so
strange in the black robes she wore that few
recognized her at first as the betrothed of Philip
Hays. She made her way through the crowd
in the isle, aud went toward the coffin.
Let me see him.
She spoke in voice trembling with emotion.
Mrs. Hays looked up, and, recognizing the
speaker, screamed out:
Don't do it; she killed him-she shall not
mock him.
Ella Bence fixed her eyes upon the mother
face. There was such an expression Of agony
in them, and ber whole appearance denoted
such deep sorrow; that the woman's heart relen-
ted. The next moment Ella said, in tone that
none but the ear addressed heard
Il loved him, Mrs. Hays, and be, oh be loved
me so.'
The morher nodded to the undertaken to
open the coffin.
When he had done so Ella Bence leaned over
the dear face, regardless of what those present
might think of her. Her long mourning veil
hid both her features and his from view, so they
could not see her kiss the cold lips, nor note the
chord of suffering in her voice as she whisper
ed:
Philip my own they say that have killed
you. Would to God that were dead too
The world Is nothing to me now, since you
are gone ior oh l loved you, and now you