The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-11-01

| feet; but the recOllectlOn OF Harry, my
handsome, sensitive Harry, restrained
me-the thought that his very life was
bound up in her smiles, caused me to
hesitate. She knew that | loved her
and she chose to flirt and torture me
Just for the pleasure of it-and now |
am glad that bore it all, and kept my
secret from the dear boy; he never
knew the sacrifice | made in avoiding
her company for his sake.
zone evening it happened that we
two, Effie and myself, were alone for a
few moments; she said to me:
"'Have you visited Ellwood's studio
lately?' for perhaps, Ned, you are
aware that he was an artist, and when
| told her that had not, she replied:
"'You must happen in some time
when you are near, and see and criti-
else my portrait, the identical picture
| have just shown you, Ned.
"Then she remarked "EllwOOd must
be fascinated by his art to toll and
drudge at it as he does; surely he is
wealthy enough not to need to labor
so?"
81 knew that Harry was far from
being wealthy, but | would not unde-
ceive her; he should not lose his darling
by any word or act of mine, and so |
let her go away thinking that he had
enough of this worlds pelf to satisfy
even her ambition.
CATER that she lured him on, and
tOrmented him by playing fast and
loose with his love; pitied the poor
fellow, and looked helplessly on, but
sometimes imagined that she really
loved him after all, and would eyentu-
ally make him happy.
"Things continued in this way, until
one evening we were to meet at a
friends house in the suburbs of the
city. 1t was late when | arrived, and
after taking tour through the rooms
without seeing either Effie or Harry, |
concluded that they had returned home.
''Then strolled into the cOnserva-
tory-it was a fine, rOomy One-and
sitting down in fragrant nook began
musing about love matters; presently
| heard Harry's voice. Peeping from
between the large leaves of tropical
plant, l distinctly saw Ellwood bend
ing over the rustic seat on which Effie
Mayne was sitting.
'"rhere was no mistaking the Ian
guage of his face, for he was pouring
out the love which burned in his earn
est heart.
81 disliked to play the part of an
eavesdropper, but what could | do
besides, could warn them if any one
approached, so remained and saw her
nestled contentedly on his arm, while
she looked up at him with glorious eyes
full of dewy tenderness.
'Etfie, ne said, you have been ac-
customed to luXuries all your life, can
you be content to share the lot Of poor
struggling artist?'
81 fancied that shadow stole over
her lovely face; the tones of her voice
were certainly hard and cold, as she
replied:
Glove can bear all things for the
sake of the loved one; but | thought
that you were wealthy and had no need
to struggle
"'I will win wealth yet for your
sweet sake, he replied. You shall be
my inspiration, love-with you by my
side, how can help winning fame?-
and to me, fame will bring wealth.
Never fear, Effie, you shall have all
that your heart Graves then they
walked slowly away, arm in arm,
leaving me alone.
eyes, alone, for had not lost them
both? Harry would now live but for
her, my jealous heart cried out, and she
but felt comforted when | reflected
that he, at least, was happy.
"Harry's face was radiant with light
and hope for three whole days, not
withstanding she requested him to re-
frain from seeing her during that period.
"The dear girl must have good reasons
for it, he said, whom we talked together
about his glorious future.
"Ned, what folly it is to overture ones
happiness upon woman's word.
"On the evening of the third day a
daintily-perfumed note was brought to
Harry; it was from Eflie.
"'I should only be drag to yOu,'
she wrote, 'and that would break my
heart. know that can never be
poor mans wife, the sacrifice would be
too great. SO, dear friend, let us class
our love-talk as thing of the past,
pleasant, but foolish to think Of In fu-
ture. You will probably find a more
suitable companion than Eflle Mayne
could ever be-
"These were the cruel, cutting words
she sent to my sensitive boy, Ned.
The easel was flung aside from that
moment, and never saw him smile
again. 1t seems strange to say Of a
man, but he literally pined away, and
he became terribly respondent, so much
that feared for his reason at times.
| tried every way to cheer him, twas
all of no avail.
"Then ! determined to know if
change of air and scene would bring
forgetfulness, for, Ned, | have ample
means at my disposal, and If Efie had
but waited, she would then have known
of the good things | intended for her
boy-lover.
ave went abroad, Harry and |, and