The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-05
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Certainly"
"And will not hide anything from you
now | love Clara and believe she loves
me but am engaged to Mrs. Morrow,
and cannot honorably break the engage
ment." e.o8
"That leaves the matter entirely to me-"
"What will you do?"
"I will secure your release by the
widow i
"By fair means 9'' ib
by her own free consent"
And so the interview closed.
On the following day Mr. Anson sought
the house of the widow She was in, and,
upon learning who he was, welcomed him
cordially. She asked him to be seated on
the sofa, which she also gracefully sank
upon. Mr.. Arson had made up his mind
to be brief and business-lilSe but the gor-
geous widow quite upset him before he
even broached the subject of his sons en-
gagement. They came to speak of him
naturally at last, however, and the wild
over saw his opportunity
"You love my son?" he began.
"What a question Mr.. Anson," she re-
piled, showing her perfect teeth in be-
witching smile am not going to marry
him ?" s
"I hope not" r ra 'u
"SirP" even the Widows pretty frown
captivated him. aHtI t
81 beg your pardon" he added, crest
fallen. 81 mean that / came to talk the
matter over with you. Do you think the
match is altogether a good one?"
81 see," and her eyes dropped appropri-
ately "you object because am compare
lively poor"
"Indeed do not. The financial aspect
Of the affair has pever been considered by
me.'
The widow here pierced him with a look
of gratitude. h.or. va
eft was the difference in, in he
stammered.
"In social position ?" suggested the
widow yn6-- -eiag gIs ~.
| "No-no-" u6a asa5a4
"Ah l see-you mean in age?' ~
eyes" he replied sheepishly "you have
OWNED the reason, and ! will be perfectly
frank with you. My son is dear to me,
and it has been the dream of my life to
see him happily married to some beautiful
and loving woman"
Here the widow turned her glorious eyes
full upon Mr.. Anson, and managed to show
her arm, which happened to be encased in
loose sleeve. 1t was particular round,
smooth arm, and as white as possible.
81 beg your pardon" hastily continued
Mr.. Anson, "I know that you are good,
beautiful and lovable, but" un
"But / am too old-l am thirty. Not
so very old either, although do feel older
than Robert, My love for him has been
largely of the guardian sort have petted
and admired him as mother might. And
he loves me-"
! "But not exactly as he should wife.
He loves another woman-not handsomer
or a better one, my dear madame-but one
younger and better suited to be his wife. "
The widow burst into tears-presum-
ably, at least, as she buried her eyes in her
handkerchief, and her bosom rose and fell
tumultuously. The widowers courage
quite forsook him at this, to him, 'unex-
pected crisis. A pretty woman in tears is
melting object, and the effect upon the
widower was all that Mrs. Morrow could
have desired. She sank down ON the sofa
in her grief, very close to him. He vented
to console her, so he took her hand. II
was white, soft, and warm. ...
"Please don't cry" he said 81 have
offended and grieved you. Pray forgive
me-" 3asa .eltH rclf
"There, don't pity me, said the widow,
in trembling but musical voice; 81 can
bear it. have only Roberts welfare and
happiness at heart--if he can be happy !
ought to be contented."
"Then you release him?"
Certainly"
"And lose fortune-you are noble
woman"
"What is money to me am alone
and unloved will try to be happy in
the consciousness of having sacrificed my
self for your son."
He will appreciate your sacrifice" and
Mr.. Anson wiped a tear from each Of his
eyes.
Here Mrs. Morrow wept afresh, and her
head sank upon the widower's shoulder.
Her form shook convulsively, and he put
his arm around her waist to support her.
"My dear madame" he said, 81 cannot