Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-05-09
MAYS REVENGE.

have no faith IN me. Your eyes, YOUR
voice, your quick coming bushes, your
hand trembling in mine, all tell me that
you love me. But something holds you
back from me-some strange, nervous
fancy of your own-vague 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, ah, how we'll!
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
1t? From her own superhuous distrust,
her too great timidity and doubt?
Putt away, Gertrude darling! Come
to mer'
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, ah, l cannot l'' she shud-
dered. Bernard, you must let me go!
We are not made for each other. An
invisible but awful fate stands between
u.s.
With a step he reached her, and
clasped her in his arms
Thus | trample on i'll thus l con-
querit My darling, nothing shall sepa-
rate us p
his kisses were on her lips, his voice
charming her. The great tidal.waye 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, inexorable
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.
1t is so appointed n
The conflict whitened her cheeks.
carried great, deathly sickness to her
heart, and presently the tender. Weld.
ing, lovely form in his arms grew rigid.
and all It's sweet, warm life seemed to
flee away
"Great heavenl have killed her ~,
he said, pale as death.
AT hrst ne would not call any one, for
at that instant he believed it was only a
swoen; but the unyielding pallor fright
loudly.
Mrs Give came running in.
"Geod gracious Bernard, told Won
not to agitAte her. She's been as ner-
vous as could be fol month. And now
she'll be i'll, l dare say-and everything
packed up for Willoughby House I
There, Gertrude, my dear, aren't Won
better now? Do go 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
derl"
Mrs. Give, opening her blue ewes in
remonstrance and her lips to reply.
found herself put down unceremonious.
ly, and set to packing china.
declare" she said, recovering her
senses, II never had so much trouble
with Give in all my life. l wish Ger
trude JOY of him, and hope she may
be able to manage him. Overworked
In my house, indeed p
Careless of the little tempest in his
sisters mind-he would orly have
laughed at it goed-naturedly, if he had
known of it-Bernard Give was walk
ing up End down the verandah, medi-
tating IN his-defeat, shall we call it !?
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, it might have won him
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. it must be confessed, a little
stated with triumph now. Just home
from prolonged residence in Europe,
the pretty butterflies of Mrs. Gives set
had tiuttered around him in vain.
But Gertrude Stanley came, and Ber-
nard loved her as he never had, never
should love again--so he told her, and
SO he really thought. What remained
then bat to win and wear?
A mere nothing" thought Bernard.
as he softly pulled blae cloud of smoke
into the air; "a subtle, intangible
thing, as evanescent and bodiless as this
coil of yapor, creature of weak nerves,
aphantasm of the imagination-is this
thing to come between her and me
By all the gods, no! She loves me
She did not deny it-her eyes confessed
it," his dark cheek flushed at the
thought, "and soon her, sweet lips
shall confess it, too. Willoughby House
viii be good for her. She was pale tbi.
morning, the darlingl At .wiiloughby
she shall get back her roses.n
In week Mrs Give and the family
were settled at Willoughby House.
1t was gloomy stone pile set in vast
lawn, remote and unattractiye enough