The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1872-07-04
THE PLOT AGAINST HAW-
LEY.
CHAPTER

Early noon, the 5th of September,
1852, a man laboring under great
excitement was walking hurriedly up
Broadway, New York. His features
were flushed and convulsed, his
chances wild and restless, his whole
mien indicative of keen anguish.
Turning to the right into Blocker
street, he soon reached a plain three
story and basement brick house, to
which he gave himself admittance.
Are you there, Ruth p he called
from the hall.
A step was heard overhead, fol-
lowed by the rustling of dress, and
a young lady descended the front
stairs. Despite several points of
marked contrast, there was family
likeness about the couple that pro-
claimed them to be brother and sis
ter.
'Why, what's the matter, Luke p
cried the latter, starting at sight of
the disturbed countenance that met
her view. Are you ill?'
'I've just received bad news re
piled the brother, leading the way
into the parlor-'news which has
given me a terrible shock
Shocked? You! What has hap
pened?'
I'm a word, Clara Aymar is mar
ried!'
Married = echoed the sister, re.
colling. Clara Aymar married! Is
it possible ?'
yes, married! the girl I've been
laying seige to for years past-the
only girl l ever cared pin for. I'm.
agine the shock this event gives
me. I'm nearly crazy
Then you really loved her?'
'Loyed her! 1 must have aoor-
shipped her, or else this thing would
not so completely upset me-
ooh, as to that, the loss of thing
always gives us an exaggerated no.
ton of its value said the sister phil
osophically, as she sank languidly
into an easy chair, and smoothed out
fold in her snowy morning robe.
You are simply shocked, as you say.
But by tomorrow you will laugh at
the whole matter
Don't Ruth = implored the broth.
er, sinking heavily into the nearest
chair. CLARA Aymar is more to me
than my life! My love for her is a
delirium 4! It's no such passing fam
cy as you suppose, but an everlasting
passion-a rage-a food of motion
lava! And I've counted all along
upon marrying her. True, she has
rejected me twice, but l thought
she'd change her mind
She was in no way committed to
you?' .
NO, of course not. She has never
given me any encouragement. But
am none the less surprised. l sup
posed that everything was favorable
enough to my wishes. ! knew that
she was still young to marry-an or
phan-without money and without
friends-presumably without suitors;
and l flattered myself that she
couldn't always remain insenslble to
my attentions
you reasoned wisely enough, of
course, Luke; but reason never de-
eide these Matters declared the sis.
ter, with sort of contemptuous COM
passion. "A Wilma chance meet
ing-a smile or a word-a moments
wednesday, trife-these are the
things by which marriages are
brought about. But who is the
bridegroom p
sAh that's point that will touch
yOu a little, I think. Can't you
guess who he is p
Il haven't the least idea.'
Well. then, he's Will. Hawley.'
The sister sprang abruptly to her
feet, clasping both hands to her
heart. The changing colors of her
brother, his agitation, his anguish,
all passed to her own features.
will. Hawley p she gasped. ooh,
you don't mean it, Luke!'
'But do though. It's Gods
truth. Clara Aymar and Will. Haw-
ley are husband and wife,
A heavy tall succeeded. The sis
ter had tainted. She lay upon the
floor as one dead.
Sid she think that much of Haw-
ley? muttered the brother, aston
ished. Il didn't suppose
He fastened to bring pitcher of