Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-05-19


belle. She understood her power, and
meant to exert it. This ma, should be
at her feet, and she would humble him
as he had humbled her; so she gave
him her hand, and looked sweetly up
into his face.
'sIt is an age since we met - she
said.
EDO you remember the garden, and
the river bank, and all the pretty places;
and how did you know me after all this
time %
Zone expects beautiful bud to be-
came beautiful rose," he answered.
He took her down to supper that
night, and saw her to her carriage, and
he called, as she had asked him to do,
in day OF two.
He had been a good deal in love
with her in those old times, though it
had not been prudent to marry poor
country girl, and he had always thought
her beautiful. Now the passion of his
life fell upon him. Ambition was sat-
isfied and did not restrain his heart.
He adored her. And the fact that she
was rich and belle infamed his pride
and helped his love along. He flung
himself into the pursuit of her heart
with ardor, and at last gethered hope
enough from her chances to speak to
her. He. offered her his heart and
hand; and she whom glance or word
once thrilled so accepted them as she
might boquet of flowers.
It troubled him little that the
bushes and sweetness of the old time
did not return; but perhaps the society
manner he admired SO much forbade
that. At last she was his; and when
she was his wife she would no longer
refuse those which he found it so diff
cult to beg from her now.
The man who so coolly sat aside the
tenderness of that fresh young heart
that loved him so pinned for it now as a
weary traveller pies for the cool spring
and shawowed resting place. Yet had
she not given him that Eyes" that meant
she loved him
He put by his doubts and looked for
ward, longingly. for the wedding day.
And Maud what was in her heart I?
Why did she laugh to herself as she sat
alone? Why did she recall over and
over again the cruel parting at the cot
tage door? Remembering that then she
was poor, and that now she was SO rich?
Were these memories to carry to the
alter? -.
The day was set Every one knew it,
Maud herself told fifty confidential
friends. Reporters would have an ac-
count of it for their papers. 1t was not
like Maud to desire such publicity, but
she had made sure of this for some
private reason and the happy pair were
to meet at the church. 1t WAS
church, which at an early hour Of the
appointed day was crammed from one
end to the other with people in full
dress. It took two clergymen to man
age so fine an affair. They were there.
What hustle. what crash And now
they are coming! No; only the bride
groom and his party-not the bride
vet. She must be- here in a few
moments. The ladies grow more rest
less. Ten minutes passed-twenty-
thirty.
s'The hairdresser," said one. "That's
the delay
sNo, the gloves. They are always
tight, whispered another.
An hour. There must have been an
accident. She must be dead, or at least
dying, otherwise she would come.
People are on their feet now. They
look at the door. Some one is coming.
It is only footman, but he wears Miss
Herman's livery.
He advances to the bridegroom and
hands him little note. He tears it open.
This is what he reads, as the eyes of the
great throng turn upon him
'Poor fool do you forget that there
is no demon like a woman scorned
When you Tilted me long ago you turn.
ed my love to hate. When you courted
me again because [ was an heiress you
made me 0urn for revenge. I know
you love me now, and know you are a
proud man. [ am sure you will sui
fer very much, for [ shall not meet you
at the church, Or ever again, L hope. l
leave to-day for the Continent.
Maud had written this sitting in her
room, in the brides dress she had al
lowed her maid to dress her in, that
there might be no suspicion of her plot,
and she had called her footman and sent
him to the church with this note in it's
white envelope. And now revenge was
satisfied; she had punished him; she
was triumphant; she had avenged the
wrong done to the other self who loved
him so.
They stood at the window looking
down the street, watching the groom as
he hurries away, when suddenly dusty
tramp with kerchief over her head,
stepped out into the middle of the
street, and began to sing an old tune
Maud knew well, sn old love song that
she had never heard before:
I strove to tear thee from my heart,
The effort was in vain;
The spell was ever On my life,
And am here again.
Oh! I have ranged in countries strange,
And vowed no more to meet,
But power was in thy parting glance.
To bring me to thy feet.
We cannot 80 against loves will
When he has bound us fast;
Forgive the thought that did thee wrong,
And be mine own at last.
Maud listened; the tears stood in her
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