The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-04-03
EnE NRtBuNE.
APPETIZER PUNISHED.

late In December, just at the season when
mirth and pleasantly should have reigned
supreme over all their subjects, but
time of utter desolation to at least
one of q DDS creatures as she stood at
the door of her late home, with the
sweeping gale, as 1t passed by, laden with
fine dust and stingling chill, freezing her
IN its ruthless pitilessness.
She looked up and down the long, de-
serted street. that never looked drearier
than then, as she babe it mournful, 81
lent goon.bye.
Opposite, the doors were all fast closed,
and in the rapidly gathering twilight she
saw the warm glow of the fres-the rud-
dy welcoming lights that had been seem
ingly lighted to mock her own cherries
lonesomeness and it seemed to her, in
her bitterness, that she could see mock
lev Point. that she, proud Isabel Kent,
was tonight TO leave her home a poor
girl, to battle with the world, who had
once been her slave and was now her
master.
With shiver, less of cold than OF dis
fress, Isabel Kent turned away from the
darkening streets. and into the hall of the
large, elegant, empty house.
In the silent parlors, where the rich
gilded paper and heavy carved centre
pieces seemed to mock the empty desc
lation, stood Isabel's trunks, packed and
strapped and marked and how the girl 5
lip quivered as the light revealed the
words to her
Isabel Kent, passenger to Laverstone,
So it was there she was going. A hun
dred miles from home, friends friends
if friends they were who had turned the
cold shoulder when her fathers will had
declared her worse than penniless-had
left to her fond, broken heart. the legacy
df dishoner and debt.
1t was that knowledge that had proved
almost too much for her; otherwise, how
firmly, if sorrowful, she would have
borne poverty and faced the world, who
owed her living
But everything seemed changed. now
even Isabel Kent herself, had changed
from joyous, cheerful girl to stern,
embittered woman.
A carriage rolled up to the door, and
when the driver had attended to her lug.
gage, she was whirled away-to what,
she wondered, with a mirthless laugh. as
she sat upright in the carriage and watch.
ed the houses that held people she fear.
ed-she fairly hated.
At the station she had little time to
think, amid the crowds, the noise, the
glare, the incoming and departing trains.
After she had purchased her ticket and
checked her trunks, she sat down on a
seat opposite the door, and so when
Champney Roberts lone who had known
her in her prosperity came in, she saw
him before he saw her.
He came straight over to her as soon
as he recognized the black robed figure.
Isabel, | am tempted to take you
from here by simple force. | have been
to the house hut you were too quick for
me. Isabel, you will not persist in this
fooiishness p
He had taken an empty seat next to
her but near as he was he could not see
the pale anguish that lay in her pure,
classic face, or the flush of momentary
warmth that followed bis eager words.
1t is not foolish, Champney What
should [ do if did not go to Mrs. Cra-
ven So
lie interrupted her in his quick earn
est way
Where should you go -? true enough,
darling. Is not my home lonely enough
for the want of you? Does not my heart
cry out for you, its queen? Isabel, there
IS yet ten minutes; won't you think of it
again, and let me take you from this
place TO be married to me, and to my
H.,
how | love you.
Under her thick Grape veil Isabel lips
grew tightly compressed, and slow, red,
bloom came to her cheeks.
TWAS great temptation she, so lone
~. SO fragile, to go out in the world, moth
ing but companion to a rich, strange,
woman whose face she had never seen:
and here was Champney Roberts, with
his splendid house, his matchless carriage
and horses, his handsome face and ire
proachable character, who sat beside her
begging her to accept of it ALL
But Isabel was proud woman, and
she could not brook the idea of marrying
for home, for gratitude, even if she
knew the offer came from the man she
lei, worshipped her.
But for all this she did net love Champ.
ney Roberts; and there lay the secret of
her refusals-they had been many-of
him.
And now again, with the chilling look
ont on the world before her, she decided
that she would work till death before she
would be the wife of man to whom she
conid not give her affections.
Il had made up my mind long ago,
Champney, and indeed, it grieves me to
have you cling to me so. | am sorry
wish for your sake l might view these
things in the same light that you do but
cannot, Champney. 1t is impossible,
that is all. There comes the tram"
She arose as the long train went creep
ing by. with sad, plying look at her
lover face.
I'VE will try to be friends then, Isabel,
though God knows how mocking and
empty friendship is after love. Write
TO me- il troubles come. command me
10 any extent. You'll promise that p
He held her hand to the last, and in 50
fierce a clutch that Isabel almost cried
ont.
Good bye. Champney. good bye"
She was really gone at last, en- voyage