Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1871-10-04

ed Arthur. Strange ! did not relent
when Eleanor faded thus before my
eyes. If love is deep and true, revenge
d can be as remorseless and bitter, How
! can I relate the history of those days
How with that wan shadow gliding ever
before my eyes, can tell how willfully
: I sought my revenge? Arthur came TO
me SOON, as | expected he would, with
an offer nf marriage. I was Lady Nor
mandy now, with large fortune and
great fame ~ my duwer. All me. the
pOOT-peasaut Madeline, how much more
innocent than she was when he wOoed
her in the forests Of lockwood, IfArthur
had only sought me for my for my fame,
and rank, and wealth, it would not have
been half triumph. That he loved me
better thah ia those first days Of our
youthful dream I knew well. This was
triumph, real, magnificent. How
could listen TO him aud not yield?
/ Madeline" ," he said, with passionate
/ fervOr, ''do not iIse your power too cruel
ly. You know love yuu a. none ever
loved YOU before. You caunot have for
gotten me-you must love me again"
"ReaIIy, Mr.. De Courcy, you must
have studied under good masters abroad,
You played well before, remember;
now you sItrpass YOURSELF ''..
Madeline, Madeline yuu know not
how you torture me. have asked your
forgiveness again and again. confess
I wrOnged you; hut I was yOung-fool.
ish. Can you hate me forever for that
one fault?"
81 do not hate you. ~ He sbf5ng tu
my sidei his face glowing, IEis eyes fash
ing. "On the contrary, like you very
we'll indeed. Don't disenchant me.
pray. Doesn't it strike you tI,at we are
acting ridiculous farce? I, widow uf
two months, listening to the prUtesla-
tiORs Ofan Old IUverui ~ ~ -.lLtt
"You did not love him, Madeline.
You do him no wpong,'
THAT i true. Aud yet he was a
noble maR-faF hOblcr tllam YOU g..
He WINGED, grew pale.
"Nou may loverwhelm me With re-
prOadhes, Madeline; ] Will not reproach
you in turn. have wronged you: yuu
have your revenge"
Revenge DO you know what the
word means, Arthur De Coureys Did
you everhave Il revcngee DuyOu know
how sweet it is ~
"No, Madeline, ] never hated amy
one. ] may not have loved when
ought, but | never hated. But why do
you talk ofrevengr and hatred? Il was
Of love that came here to talk Tonight,
] want your love, Madeline. VIII yo,
not give it to me: Forget The past
live now in the future,n
al caHnOt-there Is nn love fM MY
heart fal yOI."
''NOne, Madeline ?''
"NOne, Arthur"
dwelt upon his nane-T uttered il i'm
II soft melodiOHS tone It brought hin,
to my feet, -z-r-
80 Madeline, it eannOt i,e that You
speak the truth. You are ouly trying t,,
prove my love. Pou do rot mean TO r,-
ject me utterly,
II do mean il. -
How madly my pulses lua,rs,l, and vet
how eOldly the words sounded. He
caught my haRd and covered ID with
kisses. This IS the one look at II
Jewels glitter Oh every finger Jewels
rare and cOstly-bWt less previea,s Than
his kisses
II will walt years, Madeiine-years,
il you wiD."
'fou must wait" | softened my
voice again. .-.
How long Madeline: You sit there
in your strange bewildering beauty, and
the most cruel words lose half their
sharpness in falling from your lips. And
yet those words were very cruel, Mad
cline. How long must wait? When
will yuu give me your Iove?' '
He kueIt again at my feet, drew
my hand away. arose from my seae.
"Never, Arthur he COurcy. II ontv
you and Iwere alone on the wide e8rib-
and we were faRishiug for love, I would
not give you a single loving look. nor
take one FROM you, Not If it would pro-
long my existence thFOHgh ages ~ B35s.-
trample upon your love; Tscorn Il ami
yOu,R -IIa ss-Tritst .If rI -l bar
b He gaSed'at me, @6hjer.stFieksa
'''sI DO not know you In that mood,
SIadeline." ~
'NO matter; care not. Go-you
weary me.'' -... l.-
fwaped my hand naughty. Isral,,
Of wounded pride fitted across his face.
He drew himself up-his old Hawebr
came back. ""
l"One moment more, NTadcline. I
asked your lUve-yOu gave my lrate.
Well, accept your hate. I do not hate
yOu-I shall nOt-6ut those last words OF
yours have killed my love. Love or
hate, it is all one to me now. n Won
came to me, asking me to accept YOUR
love, Iwould not"
With those words he WAS .our.
laughed as he closed the door, "WouId
not you? You To not know YOURSELF
Arthur De COurcy. You are Just learn
ing to know what love is. When Won
cat hate as eau, you will realize your
love.''
sat down again, and some demon
oOniured up to me the vision of a home
full of love, and goodness, and peace,
where us two dwelt together, wrongs
forgiven and forgotten. a shiver ran
over me. What bliss was this that
had scornfully refused sObbed; laid
my head upon the cushions and the hos