The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-04-01

| 1t IN my composition. Sc.HselJ Ai,ow
how to count my own money, and
never was able to learn the mulc1plca
ton table. :"
So he paid the fortnight's board In ad-
vance. and was established. Here was
change at last and Nellie began to know
| something of happiness already.
At first Mr.. Chelmont's book canned
a great deal of his attention; Tor ne re-
NAMED in his room nearly all the Tune.
He showed the effect of this confinement,
being pale and without appetite ouO ne
was always lively and agreeable, ana very
soon Aunt Mary began to ike hlm oet1er
than she could have ever believed YOU'D
| be the case She encouraged hlm TO
spend more of his leisure down STAIRS,
and thus it came to pass that very soon
he began to employ all OF IT there:
Sometimes he acted little oddly but
Nellie said it was the eccentnclty OF
genius which explanation her aunt &C
| cepted as satisfactory. And so the Tune
went on-for Nellie a glorious dream
The periodical irruptions OF ) ohm Nor
timer were the only disagreeable phases,
for John was jealous. Nellie had been
| his Alliance for two years-an interval
| of laborious pecuniary accumulation on
his part-and this constant assocla-
ton with Mr. Chelm ont was not rel1shed
by John at all. He hated the author
-despised him. :.
Mr. Chelmont soon made himself
known in all the families for ten miles
round. By means of tact and address
he got up great many social gatherings
and was the lion at all. He appeared TO
| forget all about the quiet and retirement
he had come to seek for he took Nellie
| to ball Or party two or three nights
| every week. Cline, as she often SAID,
Seemed to fly like the wind"
One evening John Mortimer's jealousy
reached crisis He brought Miss Jen-
ME Bell to party, where Nellie was to
| be with her usual attendant, hoping to
| irritate his betrothed into some decided
| action. He succeeded but in very
unexpected manner, for Nellie, with
contemptuous laugh, said
sJohn, you are only making a goose
of yourself. I don't care pin whom
you hirt with.
lie saw that she was speaking truth,
and the next minute, with rare dignity,
replied . houo haan
playing the fool, it is true. L love you
Gcd knows I do-better than my
life; but you care no longer for me.
Mr.. Chelmont has won you from me.
Something tells me to warn you against
that man; but I shall not trouble You
with my advice, except to take proper
care of yourself.
That very same night, coming home,
Mr. Chelmont declared his passion, laid
his heart and fortune, such as it was-(he
did not know how much, he said)-at
Miss Tyrrel's feet. She accepted him,
and it was the happiest hour OF her life.
A little while afterward Mr.. Chelmont
book was finished. He announced that
he was obliged to go to town to put it
to press.
'sNo end of bore, my darling he
remarked to poor Nellie, pale and crying
but such things are ineXOra bic as fate.
I shall return as soon as I can, and you
may expect letter from me every day"
The next morning the train bore him
away, and as he passed Chestnut Farm
in the train, he waved his handkerchief
from the window and, for the first time
Nellie felt an interest In the train that SO
regularly sped by, to:and from the city
Then came the old dead blank again.
To Nellie the reaction was terrible.
There were no more parties, no delicious
love-malzing, nothing but dead calm.
Mr.. Chelmont did not write 80 regu-
larly as he had promised, nor were his
letters very long. He said that business
took up nearly all his time, but soon he
hoped for better things !; and this, with
many ardent protestatlons Of love, was
the burden of all his correspondence.
Jonn Mortimer came to the Farm
sometimes, but Nellie was very cool to
him, and he seemed almost as miserable
as herself.
After some weeks he unexpectedly
stopped on his way from the village with
letter. Nellie recognized the hand
writing, and tore it open with a beating
heart. It ran thus
'.NT DARLING-Look for me every
day. This is the last word you shall
have from me until we are face to face.
She watched as patiently as the I'M
happy Marianne, in her moated grange.
When he came he would take her away
from this horrible place, and they would
be married, and she should never set eyes
upon the scenes of her wretchedness
again. She counted the very minutes
But after many more tnesome days
the torture of delay grew uncomfortable.
Spring has come, and all nature was love-
~ as it rose out of the Winters slumber.
Nellie found no charm in it for her, but
shuddered with disgust.
One beautiful afternoon she was sit
ting on the porch, melancholy and angry
and John Mortimer, full of pity and af-
lection, stood by her. Her little broth
er Frank was there, too, and, breaking
long silence, he said
''Nellie, why are you always SO cross 90
because L am tired to death Oh,
how detest this dull place do wish
something awful would happen-just to
create an excitement and give us
change
Nothing very awful could happen
hereabout, Nellie" sighed John, rueful-
ly, as if he would like to get up an earth
quake, or something equally terrible, for
her special qualification.
'No," snapped the young lady; eve