Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1872-07-04
THURSDAY MORNING JULY 4 1872 31El n .7s U !. !


tfsy itgainst Hortense Breviorr - ,s
Iseemed years to Jessie before tllesactress
81 She sat with a face that $s53ned ten
yt Older than ii looked an honr, ago, looking
fdy al the white, blank wall By and by
81 'se, and stood behind Jessie's chair, look
iiiown upon her.
pave never seen yoll but once she fins lly
sa'and that was at The Opera with your lover;
ffph have crept into my sympathy like a
\ dove, and will help you ifI can, even
tAShl know that where you go, You will
" sith you much that had counted upon
aFhppel in ; but what of that? My life has
" bruised and iostledmore than you viii
Il Know, and one more struggle viii not crush
II You have not been used to dissap-
lsl,nent nor roughness, and Twill not be the
a to teach you the tirst lesson. Had you
ID ,hr ,ss li:s ann effiiit ~
a 9&,sstheir steel as IL Is, ii your lover las
a ije any pari Of his sileyotion-l do not say
hets-4I will restore it to you as far as I'can
aSC;td pity you that you are not strongerand
I'LL You can be content with such apoor, much
hAltl trouble "
k,sie drew the white hand that lay upon her
lHkler 10 her lips, and kissing it passion
all said:
IN Madame TIortense! may God forever
DF Nh1l lOr GhiS iic win "i sun -
Men YOU do not think us quite foisaken ?"
saitt krtemse with sad smile, "there is COM
foits sthat. All, WE'LL perhaps we are neither
aY9Ik or us strong as the world and you be-
Ne. and you may never know whether the
b. act Of Justice am doing tonight costs me
heli or little, but never mind! Now, good
1ht, peace be with you J!
bhe drew the girl to her feet, kissed her light
hand turned toward the fire.
Rpell me- 7" cried the girl, still lingering, ''do
u too love him ?"
EI0rtense made no answer. Jessie drew
A, nearer 81 am sure you do not, or you
dtia not so easily give him up"
blortense looked up now, "Do not lma9lne
a am made Of different material from your
Al. | too am woman, with q heart OF ilesh'
la needle point pierce my skin | feel it as
ksnk as you, though | may not, like YOU,
wn,c, under the wound, but have work to do,
III hat is the very best cure for hurt spirit.
ifne fails me, have my art, and after all"
said he lighly, Il ought not to dabble Ill mat
tefs Fthe heait-I have no leisure for it. And
If it any comfort to you TO believe that it does
NOT IN me to do this then believe it" and a
pitffilattempt at a smile tiickered on her face
and ,ietly died out, s.only let me ask you, dear
Girl, hen the world misiudges or entirely con-
dems lis. when men curl their lips and nalign
us alen they say of us, as they surely will,
ttatve are hollow and untrue, then VIII you
anslsr them"
aIgill,n said Jesse solelnnly. 81 knew one
whogas just Good night"
III scentless iaponica had slipped from the
me{ rs of hair, and upon the carpet, as siie
sp,& Jessie stopped, plucked up the flower,
folds N tenderly In her little lace handkerchief
andEent slowly out of the room, looking back
oyeil,er shoulder, gratefully and wistfully at
the blandid woman she was leaving bellind.--
'phes The door closed softly, and in a moment a
fninlouor Of yiolets in the room, and dainty
tiut,l glove upon the crimson fOor were all tllii
hinhd Of Jessie Moulton's visit"
sihlc said was proud, and strong and sell
snth,ient ;, murmtied Hortense, dropping hel
stat,E head upon the mantel, sliyering as tht
slesyes fell away from the Whit
,aiDx and tle marble touched them "Ah, tina
i al( avs the way! rhe world only sees us un
der %e,r initslxs, newer when the tlnsel anu goi
IN, slipped OIL and our souls laid bare a
she did not finish, but sie,l,..l ....i, q iire
sieiH picked I'D the little scented glove, ana Wer
into lier bedroom.
The next morning, when Russell Brontley az
at the hotel, with his usual card an
bDt,un,.t, ha was informed that "Madaine's S room
was empty, her baggage gone, ana she llad lei
early that morning"
tLeft ~ exclaimed Russel, unable to concea
his anazement and pain, .left for where ~
"She went on board the steamer 'Fietoria "a
seven, which sails for Liverpool at noon to
day." said the servant.
hussei losseu tlle ou1lou9 po" - o,,I l.,
liable, and went sWllpy uuWil Vise ssepa a't' H. ~
10 the street, ne taIl1" ,, mov ,,nt;i ba f,,,,,
iinte @ ", w. v. ii - .syin,orio !, and bandet
himself on ooar'i tile iuVot", 'lt, at,,rnad =,
ms caro- 70 Maiter e m'lS ,, ',oy Il, bar stat,,
MN, Will Molu 'i,au .,'5 'e ,iani;Nod al calla,s
room, mvlspose.i' au ~ s'a;taJ T,aSdanaI ,ova,
"Ieil her, salu tne eNe''e'' :,
'that aa wll see iel, h,d ,osnacte,uy ..pardon
lLe sersaiv pumJ, i'''.,,i, ,ho iadv y -
2" ,.,phen say to herM said the penitent Brontly
ono, nv h',siness with her is Of such nature
tiati na,,,o, leave till have seen her."
ma,.tensa tonl; n slim of parer, and wrote upo
4, iio' y '''o
IT, ,. so,,,, Mr. Rr,ntlsy. lint / must saw yo
:, .,aa,,i -, wiz will Won carry a delicioll
u i;,,io tI;,,aa;nn to surh iisaoreeable lengths
1'eSa tt..,e III TT n"
- o,',s1al lilo a thunderhnlt dow
.''Iu ,,Sl WI t,ro,tin,,s v,rv sonl He crimple
poI ~, t,s'9I ,,a,er in his hand. and left ii
Stno nor never turnine back. Til he reached Ii
on,r ronm at thn Metropolitan. The whist
oMh looiis -. a. ~ ss rIanl,ing M. nnndero,
sI,e, aIe;I .ha ,Wc,,;a, had heayei anchor, an
1aiaiS, .,, nun. and the last had been sal
tas,.aa, iiorteuse Breyiort and Rnssel Bronte
" ',,s naas after that one day the bells ran
am sm,emnlv and slow In New York, and flu
ouy s.l ,,a;,, j,ew mn before the slittle churc
o,e, o,e,,,td ,i,a iorrsrS s and beautiful towe
'aon ','',',,'S sasl,at was lifted from the gloon
I.9mia'" i,o.,,Ia '"'''Ne' II
AZ thav nassed down the aisle with the
choice freight of human lovelinsss, and fragra
white masses of flowers, slender hand W
readhed from one Of the seats, and dropped Il
an the silver plate of the coffin a faded, crumpl
ianonica, lis perfume all gone, and its col
bleacbed out by the alchemy of years. 5,
,rt,-,,., ~, tl,o oot and snmo,v IL was i
noIe os ~, az, ,ea,,,it,I fnt,mote NIrs Brontl
nt ia, 1,,aJ ~ vne lie aowe ,here naryeled mucl
.aI J. eiuppeu e,0 pso";ort Vim, so noseless n,
p,sn .si, III shut eofiin Ill could have Sc
Sai 1Sa sweet deed. she would have understood d
il was a remembrance of Il sacrifice few wom
would have been noble enough to make.
"Ies us have tea IN the library tonight, il
sic, it is so cozy and bright there; and "
know, dear, this is or anniversary night, a
Russell Bromley slipped his arm caresslnt
about his pretty wife, and drew her near h
| for Il kiss.
So the cloth was laid on the little round tai
there among the pictures and refu, ana poo