Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1877-05-23
TOO WRETCHED TO LIVE.

TOO WRETCHED TO LIVE.
Il think that will do; I have broken
it to her as gently as | could" soiilo-
ouized Arthur Melville, as he sealed
and directed letter, whicn, to Judge
from the appearance of the table
where he had been writing, upon which
were scattered several sheets of letter
paper partly written upon, had been a
difficult one to compose.
Then, turning to the mantel piece,
he carelessly lighted cigar, and
strolled out upon the beach. The sun
was just setting as he turned the cor
ner of the house and both sea and sky
were bathed in crimson splendor
but the beauty of the sunset seemed
lost upon the young man tonight, for
his brow was clouded, and he appeared
lost in deep and painful reverie.
Just then the sound of wOman's
voice, singing some snatch from a
favorite opera, fell upon his ear, and
seemed to instantly Danish all but joy
Gus thoughts from his mind
'She told me to come to her room
at eight, and it is now only half-past
six" he remarked, glancing at his
handsome gold repeater. II shall
have time to walk up to the cove and
back before then. My beautiful, peer
less Jessie! And she has at last con-
scented to marry me. can scarcely
realize my good fortune yet. How
different she is from Lillian Frazier.
And yet l thought / loved Lily last
summer we'll enough to ask her to be
my wife; but after l met Jessie Earle
my love for Lillian all died out. l
wonder if Lily will feel badly when
she receives my letter telling her how
my feelings have changed toward her,
and asking her to release me from my
then she will soon get over it, doubt
less, and probably marry some young
farmer. l don't believe she ever
loved me very much-She was such a
quiet little thing" And then he be-
gan comparing her with Jessie, and by
the time he returned home had made
up his mind that it was all for the best
his meeting beautiful Jessie Earle
and fOrSaken poor Lillian.
Arthur Melville was the son of a
wealthy and aristocratic family, and
the summer before, while out fishing,
he had lodged for six weeks at Linden
Farm, with the Frasiers. Here his
fancy had been captivated by the
beauty and grace of Lillian, the old
peoples grandchild. and when he left
he was engaged to her.
Entering the house-for the Mel
Nilles We're spending the summer there
Arthur proceeded at once to the
Earles' room, and in the presence OF
Jessie soon forgot the letter that was
destined to prove so fatal to the hap
piness of loving young girls heart.
GRANDPA"
Well, darling, what is 1t -
The speakers were an old man and a
fair young girl, over whose head scarce
eighteen summers had rolled. They
We're standing at the gate OF a pretty
farmhouse, half hidden in the vines
which clambered over it, and the old
man was just preparing to get into the
carriage which stood waiting for him,
when he was interrupted by his grand
daughter.
Looking down, he saw sweet,
pleading face upturned to his: the
loses had forsaken her cheeks lately
and oh, such a sad, wistful look had
crept into the sunny blue eyes that II
made his heart ache to look at her.
What is it, pety" he repeated
Don't forget 10 call at the postof'
ice, grandfather; there must be let.
Ter to-day she answered.
on have felt so every day, Lily
and yet it is six weeks since you have
heard a wsrd from that rascally lover
OF yours. It's my opinion he's a de
ceItful villain. | never did like thu
locks of him much, and now for hin
20 treat you this way, Oh, if / only
mad him here-that's all,' shaking hi:
whip at some imaginary person.
oh. do not speak so, He never
never would be false to me-his little
Lily, grandpa! No, he is i'll, or some
'Alng has happened to prevent bis