Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-11-21

stormed u good deal at first : ant
J. the father, stout old boy of an an
q cient school, who had seen many 9
D "meeting" at NORWOOD Scrubs
f and Wimbledon Common, and 9th
. er spots once sacred to the duel
talked fiercely of pursuing Dart
we'll up to the very Russian lines
and meant it too. But a little ol
calm, sad explanation from poor
Eva herself dispelled all hope OF
, thought of such savage satisfaction
She had not been deceived: she had
deceived herself. Dartwell had new
or made love to her-never spoke
one word of love to her. In truth
the experienced dragon never
meant to commit himself, and new
er did. Let us do him justice; he
intended no particular harm. He
had beguiled time that might
have been dull by flirting with the
prettiest and brightest girl he could
find. He did this every where and
always. Each Irritation came to its
end in due course; finished as a ball
or game of billiards must finish.
He supposed this was quite under
stood on both sides, and did not
imagine that the end of the game
brought any profunder regrets to
the other player than it did to him
self. Let it be owned, too, that in
this he was generally right. The
regulation coquette of an English
garrison town has a heart which is
about as susceptible of the keen and
genuine pangs of love as the whale.
bone of her stays.
But with poor Eva the case was
sadly different. She began to with
er. Love and disappointment and
shame and grief were literally con-
suming her. She bitterly reproach-
ed herself for her blindness, and for
kher cruelty to poor Will Hcpworth
and her grief was none the less pro-
found and piercing because with
every day she began more and more
to understand how Fictitious, illu.
sury, and unreal had been the feel
ing which had LED her to sacrifice SO
much for one who could make her
no return. Poor little romantic, self.
deluding creature, she never had
really loved Dartwell at all, but only
eidolon, hero of her own creation.
She had given up all, and got no.
thing in exchange. So she was pi-
ming visibly, and the doctors at last
said she must be taken away, quite
away, from the air and the assOcil-
tions of the place for long time
and her parents took her away ac-
cordiDgly.
Where all this time was Will Hep
worth? He had left the scene of
his love and his disappointment the
very day after his parting with poor
Eva, and he was travelling resolute-
ly over Europe and Asia, determin'
ed that he would never return home
until lie could bring sound, heal
thy heart with him, free Of hopeless
love, and cured Of disappointment.
Two years had gone over, and he
was at Cairo, after long wandering
by the Nile. He had stunned En-
glish papers, for the most part, dur
ing his exile; but now, at Shep-
herds Hotel, he took up an old num-
ber of the Times, and read Of the
famous attack, frustrated in the
first instance, on the Relan, and
saw that among the officers who
were killed there was the Honora.
BILE Captain Rupert Dartwell, young
er son of the Earl of Strongbow.
lie laid down the paper deeply |
"Poor Evar' he thought. "She
is a widow now"
Somebody had written to him
soon afer his leaving home that Eva
was Just about to be married to
and he rushed away wild
|y into Hungary, giving no address
and writing no letters; and he took
it for granted that the marriage was
m accomplished fact, and asked
and heard no more about it.
"Poor Eva-poor dear girl!
am very, very sorry for her loss.-
Good God, how 1 loved that girl
)ncew
More wandering, and then, be-
|ieving himself heart.whole, he re-
solved to go home. He passed
Italy and Switzerland, and
paused for day or two at dear, de-
|ightful Interlachem. And 10! as
he stood on the lawn of one of the
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