Connecticut western news., 1878-06-20
Without ReprOach.

Without ReprOach.
 Mrs. St. Aymar was returning home after an collaborating gallop through the freshness of a spring morning, and { sudden curve in the bridal path brought her face to face with another early eques trian, who flushed as he saw her.
 Thisis a most unexpected and pleas. ant meeting," observed the gentleman, who, after the first chivalrous but sur. prised salute, had rained his horse be- side her.
 When did you returnP" she asked with formal pohteness, as her slim hand, in it's pretty gauntlet, fingered for an instant in his palm.
 "You have been constantly in my thoughts all these years, !" he said after a time. "You have been to. me like a visible presence everywhere, charming and guarding my heart, and filing it with yearning for home, and love. was bitterly grieved that your mother refused to allow you to go with me as my wife," VT FI
 This was gallant but false assertion. It was but modicum of the. divine pas sion that this brilliant but small-souled man could experience for any woman, and he had been immeasurably gratifed when wise mother had spoiled his in- cipient love affair with Angela. He had been gratifed because he had suddenly suspected that Angela would be DOT tionless bride, although reputed heir ess, and the mothers evident dislike had not been seriously wounding to his self love, he being sure of the child's affec- tion. s2 g. E26 ,'a He had gone his way, quite forgetting the girl he had professed to love, until this fresh morning in the green bridle path he had met her again, her rich dress, hernoble horse, her liveried groom, all bespeaking the wealth and station without which he had resolved never to letter his gay liberty by marriage chains.
 Her calmness galled him.
 You seem changed" he went on, with an insidious stimulation of sadness. T had hoped to find you the same glad eyed, impulsive, loving child from whom it was my bitter misfortune to part. Have you forgotten, my love-".
 70 hush, she said interrupting him, I am married"
 He started, assumed a melancholy silence, and for several moments rode on by her side without word.
 And the lady's beautiful, proud eyes under her heavy lashes of golden -brosze soughE his handsome, unreadable face, and what she deemed she saw there fattered the vanity that was doomed to bring her woe.
 But under that stagy gravity Lorenzo Tabor was enjoying in prospective an immensely exciting filtration.
 By and by, as if conquering his agita. tion by stupendous effort, he assumed the role of a defferential chance escort, and talked to her of pleasant things that would have been trite but for the hint oi hidden passion in hls voice and counten- ance. -..,..---
 Only for moment, just at parting, he acted the crushed and hopeless lover.
 "Do not be too cruel te me just al first" he said mournfully. sI have hoped for So much that could not bea, it. Do not utterly ignore true friend because it was his fate to love and trust you. Let mccall occasionally, and when see how happy you are with better man than perhaps I can more easily reconcile myself to this terrible blow. 9
 He was so humble and reverent that the implied reproach moved her more than she cared to think.
 "You shall be always welcome" sh. replied graciously, "and always m, friend, .-.. - ~--''
 And so it happened that again ant again, Lorenzo Tabor met the beautiful young wife of Ohesley St Aymar. H, sang, and walked, and rode with her until the first whispers of calumny wer, breathed about the fame of her who hat been called as cold and pure as
 The icicle ofcurded snow
 That hangs on Dian's temple"
 Her husband trusted her infinitely He could as soon have imagined the su, dropping out of Heaven as Angela fall ing from her white pedestal of wifel, fidelity. And yet he had missed tn passionate love that makes wedlock sucl sweet and perfect thing. She was
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 spoiled child of eighteen when he mad her his wife, and for five years she ha. tried his affection and patience ln man, ways, though never before as now sine the gay nd gallant Lorenzo Tabor ha. become her friend.
 Angela had been extravagant, an capricious, and perverse, and had chose. to think, berself the most unhappy c wives because her dying mother am Chesley St. Aymar had hurried her int marriage before she had scarcely know the sweets of maiden freedom.
 !" A good husband will be your bee guardia1 the mother had urged " ChesleY is dear to me as son, and h loves you: 4 nobler man never live than he; and you will make me yer happy, my daughter, if you will accer him at once.