The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-01-28
LAURETTEs
Yes, it was marriage ssfor love ,
there was no denying that.

Yes. it was marriage "tor love :"
there was no denying that.
MANY wealihier, wiser, prettier and
more prudent girl weslli have beengtad
to have The Rev. Beranger Haslem-in
his own congregation, too--bnt he must
reeds pick mp this strange wilding from
this nlitlandish pace, and set at the head
of his ii fiuentinl city church, as pastors
wife !" aud seeing that she had no mon
ey, family, nor expectations, what else
coI,'d he have chosen her for bat blind,
stupid love?
And yet, but four months after the I
s.cnrriillg houne,'' hehuid Laurette in her |
husbands study, where he sits with
corrugated brow before bis halt-written
Sermon, not crouching lssiag'y on the
fes.t-sts,Olx beside him, waass her dainty
toy-wur ia her lap. as1the normal rnn
of idyls would have Is, bat standing
before him, the table between them,
passionate tears III her eyes. reprt ach,
despair on her countenahce, her hands
clasped in frenzy OF Woe!
"Why did yon ever bring me here ?''
she shudders out in tragic, breathless
gasps: "not because you loved me. All
no. Beranger, never that Don't seek
to comfort me by your cold assurances.
| know better now !''
"My dear My dear!" expostulates
| Mr.. Haslem, gently, but in rather dis
4 couraged tone, as if he was finding his
better-lialfa bit of handful to manage.
Mr. Haslem is great man his heart
is IN his work, and his true desire is to
do his duty in the sphere in which God
has placed him bnt if he had not also
placed his heart in the keeping of this
restless, eager girl, he would never have
taken her To be the companion OF his :
consequently, these Wild words fall al
nlost like sn outrage OIL his ears, though
he assures himself she can surely never
mean them, nor do him such injustice
"Yea, yes, know that only troub 9
you!'' cries Laurette, the burning tears
beginning to fall oveI her scorchlne
cheekk-ssthat have no place here but
! to cause yon anxiety--that but tor me
you would be happier and more sue
cessfnl man. ! know all tha: SO well
am no comfort TO you. no advantage
{ III your work, and I have come to
= ssLaurette,' interrupts he, wildly
shave I ever said anything like this t.
:. you ?''
e *Oh, no, no! You are too patien
L and good, but / kssoac--I k7loao Yol
g never would have chosen me, Berangel
hut that you took pity OF, my great low
P for you, which /, poor tool could nc
hide p
y "Why will you torture yourself thu
ie dear? Do you find me unkind or nef
!" Iectfal to you, that you should falic
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x ssNo, too kind too considerate
~ !, mulmurs the young wife, wrihgtng h'
. Tot hands; 'stoo uncomplaiulng for II
a. be real. Don't know what your wi
D. should be? Why didn't.yon marry
. wise useful young lady. whose poo
3D. foolish heart would not torment you vii
on so much love and yearnng? You don
'n need my worship--it is only extrav
gance to youp
'd' 81 Thought I wanted it, Laurette,
III I would not have asked you for 1t
~ >ighs Mr.. Hasiem, feeling words to
- lille, while she tciU twist them
strangely.
Pi' SHUT you know better now" gas
us Laurette, with q hysterical laugh. "a
II, du |, u, my despair! oh. l{erang
81. never think that blamed yon =,
~, Size stands mument, whitening to
aa lips, gazil z at him in ilsdecisioi,, rs
J size longe.l even yet to cast herself at
.'se ieet, and impure his tenderness slr !
ui' giveness, but his eyes are en his nntini
ar e'i sermon, loIgingly as it seems,
- she turns away and creeps softly r.
li.- tie roum as ifcrushed.
10 'tMy darlii,g," begins the young h
's'' hand, looking up, and then he discov
w that he is alone.
F'n' ssAfter all,'' he muses.. it is better
'"u leave her tn come to reason by her
: VI -sl,e always ,soes-aad then can
~. her, perhaps, more strong than D
-hl. ever done, how deep aud str.iig my !
our for her. Poor little Lanrette! l "
2 =. der why she doubts me ?''
OUT But it is Saturday evening, and
sermon must be finished so he puts ~
yaa domestic perp exities with an effort,
ap' plunges ii.to theology.
etos With all his excel erlcies- -and b,
ne truly an affectiomaie, sever-thougl
pat husband--Mr. Haslem docs not 1
Ae.sr getIler understand the way to treat
01.y Laurette.
VI Va She is passionately loving, impu''
c'eu diifident and full OF nervous, genel
o"er impossible fancies; he, calm. .tr
ogsI well-balanced, earnest in affection
s..cn flexible in duty.
as'o She is stulg TO frenzy by some "
y - which malice has poured into her
1s burdened with thoughts and cares,
Ie1on' hours OF pain, whose meanings she
not understand, but which drive
fevered, craving heart the closer 70