The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-06-13
How Frank Loved.

"Rejected? 1, Frank Ford, rejected ?
Can it be true, or have the last six
months been but vision of delight?
AS live, it is not a dream There have
been delirious moments when / held
her in my arms, and her curls floated
down my breast, and her perfumed
breath famed my cheek. The witch
How she enthralled me by her soft,
cooling accents, and those flashing
glances, suddenly withdrawn that re-
vealed such volumes of meaning! The
eOquette--the despicable little iiltl"
Mr.. Frank Ford was wildly pacing
his superb suite of apartments as he ut
tered these words.
An open letter was in his hand, at
which, from time to time, he glanced
with an expression of mingled chagrin,
incredulity and amazement.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes
blood-shot, his cravat awry, and the
heavy silken cord Of his velvet dressing
grown hung dangling at his side.
For six months he had loved Cora
Mowbray, for half that time he believed
she would become his wife, and now
she had cast him off forever.
In one month they were to have been
married-the preparations for the event
which was to crown the joy of love
which he had supposed to be mutual,
were scarcely concluded-and now she
wrote:
81 am convinced there is not between
us that perfect cOngeniality of senti-
ment and feeling which alone can rem
der marriage happy. If l were un-
happy, you would be so also. l wish,
therefore to be released from an engage
ment which-witl my present feelings
has become bond only less support
able than marriage ITSELF"
The struggle passed away and he be-
came calm at last.
He had only to think of her he had so
dearly loved, coollv casting him eff and
moving on her course as gay and beau
tiful and cold as if she had never caused
sorrow to another, and he became
calm again.
And then the letters, the miniature,
and every little token of her love-the
withered flowers which he had stolen
from her bouquet, the tiny glove that
rested near to his heart, were all gath
cred together, made into package,
and carefully sealed, and directed in a
bold hand that showed no indecision OF
faltering.
Then he rang the bell and ordered
the man who answered to send then
Immediately.
The man obeyed, but looked at his
master in surprise as he saw the adj
dress, and hesitated.
even the servants have heard itP
the young lover thought, bitterly
"Why do you waltz" he said to hi
valet. "Go."
The man obeyed.
The dream was over-the awakening
showed him only a cold, bare, blacl
world, without an illusion or joy.
Years passed on.
Silvery lines streaked the raven hal
of the wealthy bachelor, who, havin!
gradually withdrawn himself from The
world, was left almost unmolested ant
alone in his luxurious solitude.
Women feared and men disllked him
aud at forty his only companions wer
men like himself, disappointed, AM
embittered by the lessons of life, iron
which they should have drawn highe
and nobler wisdom.
Every summer 1t had been his won
IN resort to some fashionable watering
place, where he spent his time sneerin
at the follies and denouncing the weak
nesses of women who surrounded him
And. In the cynical mood which ha
now become habitual, every action Q
those around him, indicated either foil
or weakness. Alas 1t is fearful
thing TO lose faith in our kind
Rnt. when his fortieth summer cam
and he commenced his preparations 10
q retreat from the hot and dusty CITY
he found himself longing for solltud
differing from that In when he ia
wronp,d himself amidst thegay crowo
60 oro for the first time since hi