The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-05-10
MAYS REVENGE.

back from me-sOme strange, nervous
fancy Of your own-vaguc but potent,
indescribable but real
She listened. Was it his voice, mel.
low, captivating, wooing her strangely
IN its tenderness, or just her own con-
sciousness speaking out?
For she did love him, all, how well
and was it likely that she could SO con
troll tell.tale eyes and bushes and voice,
and nerves, so that he could not guess
her sweet secret? And the barrier, too
keeping her back from the loving arms
that seemed her natural protectors
What was it? why was it? whence came
it? From her own snperfluous distrust,
her too great timidity and doubt?
Putt away, Gertrude darling Come
10 mel"
He opened his arms, his face glowed,
his very soul seemed to beckon her
from those soft, tender eyes.
Just breadth nearer she moved, and
then, as if cold wind had swept over
her, she shrank back.
| cannot, an, cannot !" she shud-
dered. Bernard, you must let me go!
We are not made for each other. An
invisible but awful fate stands between
us
With a step he reached her, and
clasped her in his arms.
Thus | trample on it! thus ! con
queritl My darling, nothing shall sepa-
rate us ~
His kisses were on her lips, his voice
charming her. The great tidalwav Of
love seemed ready to sweep her away
into compliance, confession, promise.
But-and how strange it was TO her,
who can tell the same cold hand held
her back, the same pitiless, memorable
voice said
He is not for you. Turn your back
upon the heaven of this love Go out
once more into the rough ways of the
world. Not for you sweetness, rest,
peace, sympathy. Go your lonely way.
Il IS so appointed! =
The conflict whitened her cheeks,
carried a great deathly sickness to her
heart, and presently the tender, yield.
ing, lovely form in his arms grew rigid,
and all its sweet, warm life seemed to
fee away.
Great heaven have | killed her ?''
he said, pale as death.
At first he would not call any one, for
at that instant he believed it was only a
swoen: but the unyielding pallor fright
ened HIM soon, and he rang the bell
loudly.
Mrs. Give came running in.
Good gracious Bernard, | told you
not to agittte her. She's been as ner-
yous as could be for month. And now
she'll be Ill, ! dare say-and everything
packed up for Willoughby House !
There, Gertrude, my dear, aren't you
better now? Do 90 away, Bernard
But Bernard did not 90.
Little Mrs. Give, who ordered every
body about in the most good.natured
but absolute manner, found her brother
beyond her management.
Bernard stayed, and brought wine and
strong waters, and insisted on leaving
Miss Stanley TO lie down, and would
take Mrs. Give away with him, in spite
of her resistance,
. ! tell you it's only the heat, Louise,
and those great boys of yours. The
poor girl is overworked, and no won
derln
Mrs. Give, opening her blue eyes in
remonstrance and her lips to reply,
found herself put down unceremonious
ly, and set to packing china.
- declare" she said, recovering her
senses, " | never had so much trouble
with Give in all my life. | wish Ger.
trude JOY Of him, and | hope she may
b able TO manage him. Overwork ed
in my house, indeed ~
Careless OF the little tempest in his
sisters mind-he would orly have
laughed at 1t good naturedly, if he had
known of it-Bernard Give was walk
ing up and down the verandah, medi
Eating on his-defeat, shall we call il (
Not so. Bernard gave it no such name
An impulsive, brilliant, strong-willed
man of talent, he was accustomed to
succeed. His personal magnetism was
something wonderful. Allied to his
rare abilities, 1t might have won hin.
almost any position. But social success
was all he aspired to-his highest ambi
ton, to win without toll any woman
who pleased his versatile fancy.
He was. il must be confess ed littl,
sated with triumph now. just HON,
from a prolonged residence in Europe
the pretty butterflies of Mrs. Gives sci
had huttered around him in vain.
But Gertrude Stanley came, and Ber
nard loved her as he never had, neve
should love again-so he told her, anC
50 he really thought. What remained
then but 10 win and wear2
A mere nothing" thought Bernard
As he softly pulled blue cloud of smok
into the air; "a subtle, intangibl
thing, as evanescent and bodiless as thi
col OF yapor, creature of weak nerves
phantasm of the imagination-is thi
thing TO come between her and me
BY all the gods, no She loves me
She did not deny it-her eyes confesse,
1t, ms dark cheek flushed at tn
thought, and soon her. sweet lip
shall confess it, too. Willoughby Hous
will be good for her. She was pale thi
morning, the darling At willoughb
she shall get back her roses"
In week Mrs. Give and the famil
were settled at Willoughby House.
II was gloomy stone pile set in a vas
lawn, remote and unattractive enough