Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1873-07-04
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| saDcIld Cast Olc QulCk SIdHCe IHlO neI
fathers face, and saw all its eager hope
and anxiety Then she turned to Amos
| Wilson, who had taken step forward
and was looking at her sharply from un
der his low brows, his pale face burning
with faint opaline tints Inyoluntarily she
shuddered and drew back b
- [ do not love Mr.. Wilson, father" she
said family.
"But you can learn to love him, Della?n
he.asked quickly, his, lips tWitching ner-
.yously.
"No, father, I cannot" she answered
this time. firmly. II thank Mr.. Wilson
for the honor he has done me, but [ do
not love him, and you do not ask me to
marry man do not love, father?" =
''No, my child, do not ask that" he
/ said gently, but with chord of sadness
and disappointment in his voice.
! Poor Della how suddenly the cloud had
descended and enveloped her. With
heavy heart she crept softly out, and left
the two men together. She knew what
her refusal had meant to her father She
knew the load which chafed and fretted
him so might have been lifted with a SIM
pie movement of her lips, and yet she had
not given it-she could not give it! Drop
| ping her blossoms as she went, she hur-
ried out to a little arbor Of old vines in
the garden, and there, alone with the pity
| ing twilight and the stars, she sobbed out
the first bitterness Of her regret and pain.
| She heard Mr.. Wilson come out and go
away, and then, little later, heard step
| in the garden-a step that sent the blood
in fierce, sudden torrent to her heart,
and then to her cheeks.
"You are not repenting so soon, Della?'
and Paul Leicester came and took the
wet, flushed face between his cool palms,
tenderly
ooh, I couldn't marry that man why
should he ever think of such a thing?"
Della asked, pitifully. "And father"
She stopped abruptly, but he felt how hot
her cheeks. grew against his hands, and
knew what she would have said.
"He is rich, little Della"
'I know it,' said Della, with little
choking sob.
"And l am only your fathers laborer,
and yet Ishave dared to love the same
lady. What do you suppose he will say
to my presumption, if she refuses this
rich man SO cavalierly ?''' '@N
"You? 90, Mr.. Leicester Don't
mock mel" She broke down in another
flood of tears, ana Mr.. Leicester comfort
ed her with great many fond words,
which would not look half so delightful
and charming in print as they really were,
from the fact that certain things are uni
versally pronounced silly, unless one hap
pens to be of the dTdDa0tSs fers0n9-then
they are better and more to be desired
than the wisdom of Solomon.
By and by it grew chilly, and the damp
mists came up from the river, and Mr..
r oiooc+ar cold nallo rrO II, oh
she, foolish child, would have tarried
chill, if it had been January instead of
August, if he was only there.
81 want to see your father, too, Della"
he said; and so they went in. Mr.. Lind
say sat by the kitchen table, his arms
crossed and leaning on it, and before him,
scattered about, sundry bills, papers, etc.
He looked up, then made motion to
gather them up. Mr.. Leicester drew
Della's arm through his, and came quick
1y forward.
"Mr. Lindsay, I love your daughter and
she loves me-" he said, in steady, as
sured voice. 'I know Mr. Wilson would
be more acceptable to you, but | think
you are too much Of gentleman to OBJ
ject to me on property grounds. l think
we can manage to live-Della and L
somehow. What do you say to us?''
Mr.. Lindsay glanced from the radiant,
blushing face of his daughter, to the
strong quiet one beside her, and, though
it cost him little effort, he said, cheer
fully:
Il will add my blessing, if that is what
you ask. God knows that my child's hap
piness is more to me than money-a thou
sand times.' -A. Is
81 20 nI s,o+o
rare smile. "YOu are brave man, Dean
Lindsay" he said, warmly, his eyes kind
ling, "and you shall never be sorry for
having trusted me-"
Mr.. Leicester begged for an early we'd
ding day, and soon won Della to his side
by his eloquence and persistence. "It
Mr.. Lindsay thought, and also yielded.
Mrs Lindsay had Too long leaned upon
and deferred to Della to think of obiecting
to anything she asked; and so 1t was ar
ranged for the last week in September
Two weeks before the appointed time Mr.
Leicester said it would be necessary for
him to be away week, and, without men,
tiOning his destination, took his departure
The week passed. and then ten days, and
he neither came nor wrote to them And
then it lacked but one of the day fixed for
the wedding, and Della grew nervous and
Mr.. Lindsay angry. But the afternoon
brough: the truant, who, with bright
smile, said he was delayed by business.
"By the way" he added, taking fold
ed paper from his pocket, and tossing it
to Mr.. Lindsay, 81 saw Mr.. Wilson as |
came along"
"The mortgage deed!" exclaimed Lind
say, looking perpleXed.
Yes, it's no more than fair / should
make you some present when you have so
generously given me this dear girl" put
ting his arm about Della.
"But don't understand. IL"
Thought / was poor fellow, - finished
Leicester, smiling Il know you did, and
| will add that / have been to considera-
BILE trouble to give you that impression
learning farming, for instance! Do you
remember that, Dean?" he asked abruptly,
tossing letter he had written to his
cousin in New Orleans.
Mr.. Lindsay rose to his feet white and
trembling.
"You are not he-you are not Julian
Richardson's" he gasped.
81 am very much afraid / am that eccen-
trio parsonage" he replied, laughing. |
believe | was christened Julian Paul Rich
ardson. When | received your letter /
conceived the idea of visiting you sncog.
Your second letter determined me, and I
must confess I am charmed at the success
of my experiment. he said with bright
smile upon Della, who clung to his arm,
pale with wonder and excitement. "You
see, Dean, desired to know if you were
worth helping-it's foolish hobby OF
mine. always-and there was no other
practicable way. think We'll not trouble
Mr.. Wilson again, my good cousin! For,
as told you once before, think we can
manage to live some way-Della and L