The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-05-10
MAYS REVENGE.

You doubt me, Gertrude. You
have no faith in me. Your eyes, you
voice, your quick.coming bushes, you
hand trembling in mine, all tell me tina
you love me. But something holds 70,
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, ali, 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 CUES;
her sweet secret? And the barrier, too
keeping her back from the loving arms
that seemed her natural protectors
What was il? why was it? whence came
1T? From her own snperhuous 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, cannot |" she shud-
dered. Bernard, you must let me 90!
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 it! thus con.
querit Mydarling, nothing shall sepa-
rate US!
His kisses were on her lips, his voice
charming her. The great tidal.wave 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:
de is not for you. Turn your back
upon the heaven of this Lowell 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 |"
The conflict whitened her cheeks.
carried 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
flee away.
"Great heaven! have killed her ?"
he said, pale as death.
At first he would not call anv one. for
at that instant he believed it was only
swoon; but the unyielding pallor fright.
ened him soon, and he rang the bell
loudly.
Mrs. Give came running in.
Good gracious! Bernard, [ told Won
not TO agitate her. She's been as ner.
vous as could be for a month. And now
she'll be i'll, dare say-and everything
packed up for Willoughby House |
There, Gertrude, my dear, aren't you
better now! Do 60 away, Bernard"
But Bernard did not 20.
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
Poer giri is overworked, and no won-
Mrs. Give, opening her blue eyes in
and her lips to reply.
found herself put down unceremonious.
ly, and set to packing china.
:" declare" she said, recovering her
senses, never had 80 much trouble
with Give in all my life. wish Ger.
trude JOY of him, and l hope she NAV
b. able to manage him. Overworked
in my house, indeedr'
Careless Of the little tempest in his
sisters mind-he would orly have
Laughed at it good.naturedly, if he had
known of it-Bernard Give was walk.
ing up and down the verandah. medi.
tating 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, it might have won him
almost any position. But social success
~ vas all he aspired to-his highest ambi.
aon, to win without toll any woman ,
who pleased his versatile fancy.
he was, it must be confessed, a little
lated with triumph now. just home
rom prolonged residence in Europe,
he pretty butterflies of Mrs. Gives set
lad huttered around him in vain. II
But Gertrude Stanley came, and Der.
lard loved her a. he never had, never |
hould love again-so he told her, and
o he really thought. What remained
hen but to win and wear2
mere nothing" thought Bernard,
y he softly pufed blue cloud of smoke
INTO the air; "a subtle, intangible
hing, as evanescent and bodiless as this I