The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1876-05-24

Here she hesitated, while l, with an.
guish of mind, almost insuherable,
begged her to proceed.
about six or eight months after
your departure" she continued, cit
was reported to Miss Reynolds that
she had rival in the West Indies |;
that you had there found an English
beauty on whom you lavished those
endearments which belonged of right
to her alone. This at first made a
deep impression on her; and whether
from this cause, from fckleness of dis
position, or that she never sincerely
loved you, l know not; but this l do
know, that youth has been for some
time past her constant companion. To
convince you of this, you need only
visit the old, uninhabited house bor-
dering on the river, about nine or ten
this evening, when you will undoubt-
edfy surprise Miss Reynolds and her
lover, enjoying one of their pleasant,
loving interviews. If should be mis-
taken, | will submit to your censure /;
but should you find it as | have pre-.
dicted, you have only to rush from
your place of concealment, charge her
with perfdy, and renounce her for
ever"
OF all the plaques, of all the tor.
ments, of all the curses which torture
the soul, Jealousy of a rival in love is
the worst.
Enraged, confounded, and astonish.
ed, it seemed as if my bosom would
instantaneously burst. To conceal my
emotions, left my sisters apartments,
after having thanked her for her in.
formation, and proceeded to obey her
injunctions. l retired to my room,
and there poured out my execrations
"Cursed woman!" cried sis it thus
you requite my tender love? Could
vague report of my Inconsistency
drive you to infidelity? Did not my
letters breathe constant alteration, and
did not yours portray the same sinceri-
ty of affection? No; it was that
wretched passion for novelty which
more or less holds a predominancy
over your whole sex. To a new lover
you will sacrifice your most sacred
engagements, though made in the face
of heaven
Thus did l rave through the entire
day. The proceedings Of that day are
vacuum in my memory. Every fiend
in Hales was pointing its scared, bony
fingers at me, and, with derisive, sneer.
ing laughter, and sarcastic tones,
were urging me on to revenge"
Through the whole Of that day
was a raviug, frantic maniac. l was
hopelessly and incurably victim of
that worst Of all passions, jealousy.
Slowly the day wore away. At last
the sun went down. Better for me
had it been possible for that bright
orb to have remained immovable for
all time.
1t was a beautiful summer sunset.
The fast recediug rays, as they linger-
ingly rested upon the topmost crest of
the distant mountain, engulfng its
base in a pall-like gloom, and slant.
ingly beamed upon the dancing, shim-
mering waves of the silent river, threw
back mixture of shade and sun
shine which plainly told that night
was approaching. Night, oh, fatal
night!
All nature was clothed in its most
pleasant garb. The caroling of the
birds, the purling rivulets. grand old
forests, majestic river and twinkling
stars were all lovely.
But in the midst of this soul en-
chanting scenery appeared cloud,
mere 'speck at first, but which rapidly
increased. Bright sheets uf lightning
began to flash along the darkening
heavens; and the low rumbling dis
tant thunder, resembling the harsh
growing of ferocious beasts, announ-
ced the coming storm. Larger and
larger grew the Clouds louder and
louder pealed the thunder, while the
lightning fairly flooded the gloomy
heavens with a stream Of electric
light. i
And there | sat in my room occa-
sionally giving vent to outbursts of
demoniacal laughter. Black and ter
rible as was the scene without, it was
nothing to the storm of raging pass,
ions that were bowling in my breast.
The storm continued. A deep, hollow,
distant roar announced the approach
of summoned winds. The whole for.
est bowed in awful grandeur, as from
its dark bosom rushed the impet0us
hurricane, twisting off or tearing up
by the roots the stoutest trees, and
whirling the heaviest branches through
the air with irresistible fury.
Deep night now filled the atmos-
phere. The rain poured in torrents
the wind rocked the building, and bel