Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-06-08
PLYMOUTH, IND, THURSDAY, JUNE 8, 1876
II it is not the same
Through JOY ana through sorrow.
Through glory and shame p"

Through JOY ana through sorrow.
Through glory and shame?'"
Then she fell into a doze again.
The shadows draped themselves about
her; star came out and leaned to
look into the window; bird tilted
on a spray near by, and made a sud-
den gush of music through the place;
the murmur of laughing voices came
family toward them on the breeze.
But Harold listened alone, for grand
ma Peverill was already far away.
A few weeks later Miles Bond and
Mr.. Helper were engaged looking
over the private papers of the late
Mrs. Peverill, as her executors.
That modest portion of her fortune
which her sons speculation had left
intact she had bequeathed to Agnes.
Presently Miles raised his eyes from
.he paper he had been inspecting.
a rascally piece Of business" he
groaned between his teeth. Should
he quietly lighs his cigar with the
paper, bury its contents in oblivion,
and marry Agnes, and go on his way
rejoicing? No; perish the thought.
A Bond, of the Bonds of Bondholder,
who could trace their lineage to the
Conqueror! A thousand times no!
He made desperate resolve, and
passed the sheet to Harold. 1t was
merely letter from the late Mrs. Pc
verill, setting forth certain family
matter, which she had deemed it
wise they should know, not as execu
tioners, but as lovers.
"Of course this will not affect your
interest" said Harold, filing the pa
per away. quite at his ease.
at might not" sneered Miles, IF l
were not Bond, with family credit
to maintain"
"And yet" said the other, "Shak
speare tells us that
Love is not love. which alters
When it alteration finds.'-
Shakespeare be hanged" quoth the
quondam lover.
The following week, when Mr.. Hell
per dropped in to pay his respects to
Agnes, he found her watering her
beds of mignonettes and pansies.
"Oh," she said, presently, and half
shyly, "the oldest thing has happen
ed! / must tell somebody! How
dear grandmamma wonld laugh if
she were here, and say it served me
rightl 1 received a note yesterday
(you could hardly call it billet-dOllr,
though it was from Miles,, and what
do you think? He says in it-there,
tuln your eyes away, don't look at
me so while tell you-he begs me
to release him from an engagement
which, upon close examination of his
heart-under the miscrosco )e, / sup
pose-he finds himself unable to full
/ fill, Now you must know that there
never was an engagement at all be-
tween us; he just teased my soul out
of me to marry him, and 1 promised.
Only to think of it, A Peverill, a de-
scendant OF Rupert Peverill, who fig
ured in the Crusades, Tilted by Miles
Bondl 1t must be that grandmam-
mas jointure disappointed the poor
youth. Motto: Never appoint as
your executor the man whom you
wish TO marry your heir"
"You don't seem to take the affair
much to heart" said Harold
Because my heart wasn't concern
ed in it,"
what under the heaven were you
thinking Of, then?"
Il was thinking whether or no you
you had changed your mind, sir;
whether you would ever again
| dare"
II dare do all doth become lover,
asseverated Harold, inclining TO the
level of her lips. "Will you recon-
slider the question 1 asked you a year
ago, darling?"
And Agnes reconsidered.
Mrs. Helper had been married a
year and better, when it occurred to
her, in an idle moment, TO overhaul
Grandma Peverills papers, now that
they were her own possessions; and
when she heard Harold calling her
she went slowly out to meet him, with
one OF them crushed in her soft
hands.
"What have you there, darling?"
he asked.
"And you knew it all the whilel"
she answered, irrelevantly; you
knew 1 was not Peverill, descended
from the Crusader; you knew that l
had been adopted from a foreign
founding asylum! And yet you
loved me! and yet you married me,
Agnes Nobody!" and Mrs. Helper be-
gan to cry, and allowed herself to be
clasped i'm the arms OF stone cutters
son, and found comfort i'm it.
Love is not lsve. which alters
When it alteration finds"
said Harold.
"But may be the daughter of a
pauper, or worse" she sobbed.
"You are my wife and 1 love you.
"Then / would rather be your wife
than the daughter Of a king" said
she. smiling through her tears.
Mr.. Helper had forgotten to burn
the letter which Grandma Peverill
had written to her executors, and so
pride had a fall.-Hdrper's Bdzdr
Hints to Everybody.
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