Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-04-13
DELIVERED FROM EVIL.

The twilight of mid July was full OF
tender, opal brightness ; the scent oi
new mown hay, coming down from fal
off breezy slopes, foated in the air, ano
just beyond the elms in the hollow the
full moon was rising up-a great globe
of pearl-and from her low seat beneath
the overhanging honeysuckles, Berths
Wyman saw and felt all this summer
beauty with the faint, blissful languol
of tropic dream
Bertha -
Paul Fordham crossed the broad rib
bon of moonlight that futtered over the
piazza, and came to sit down at his
fiancee's feet.
''You are like picture tonight,
Bertha ; do you know it ~
"Am H.,
Miss Wyman was accustomed tC
adulation aud took 1T very cooly,- with
only royal smile flung down to hsl
admirer
She was like picture-fair and grac
iOus, with blue eyes, and great coils ol
golden hair bound round her head,
while even In the uncertain twilight you
could see that the color on her cheeks
was softer and more tenderly tinted
than the blossoms of the great oleandel
at her side.
'sHush Who is that 2" she said, with
little start, as the light footstep
sounded on the matted hall beyond.
''Only your aunt's companion, Mrs.
Raymond. BY the way, Bertha, what
very interesting little thing she is
such child-widow, with those big
black eyes, and the heavy lashes that
seem actually to weigh down her eye
lids She makes me think of one OF
those exquisite little South American
birds, all grace and sparkle.
81 never could account for the taste
of you men," said Bertha, half con.
temptuously.
mo, but she :s beauty, by Jove
/ can tell YOU what, my fair Saxon EN-
press, if had not lost my heart irrev-
ocably to you, long before / saw Mrs.
Raymond, there's no telling what might
have happened.
He spoke jestingly, bnt Bertha drew
away the hand he had taken rather cool
ly.
cit is not yet too late Paul, if you
really admire ZaIdee Raymond, so en-
Enthusiastically -
Bertha -
Miss Wyman laughed strange, un-
natural sort of laugh Up TO this mo-
ment her hips had never tasted the bitter
cup of jealousy; now it seemed as if the
draught was maddening. How dared
Paul Fordham, her betrothed lover, to
speak in terms of commentator of any
woman save herself !. .H $50
Bertha was one of those unfortunate
creatures who have what is termed ga
high temper and all her life it had
been unbridled. She had never learned
the lesson of self-control, and it was
too late to begin now
Miss Wyman went. up to her own
apartment earlier than usual that eve.
ming, not because she was particularly
weary, but because she wanted to pun
ish Paul Fcrdham, who was fond oi
moonlight and sentiment and delicious
July evenings, for his unwarrantablt
notice OF her aunt's dark-eyed compan
ion
As she sat at the window. brushing
ont the wavy, feathery gold of hel
magnificent hair, the sound of voices
on the piazza below arrested her atten.
ton. She listened moment, HOLDING
the golden masses awsy from her head
with her scarlet lips half apart. It was
Pad Fordham and Zaidee Raymond.
Z. ~ thought SO, y she murm1red unde,
her breath 1t would be no bad
speculation for the poverty-stricken
widow to vile Paul Fordham and his
wealth INTO her nets I.knew she was
artful. despite her innocent childiah