Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-05-01

Will ~ YOU lillIlk, IL yOu CoAlO w
me, that you will be unhappy? Think
of it, Amy, forever with me, ecith mel"
He released her hands, and wrapped
his arms around her waist in a close,
clinging embrace, kissing her lips-oh,
such kisses as he knew she valued more
! than all else. h.s
| For second she received his caress-
! es; then wrenched herself suddenly,
| fiercely from him.
ooh, yes, the happiness, the awful
happiness! But--the sin, the awful,
aagfM SIM! ).
81 cannot think so, DEAR" he return
ed, in patient, tender tone. g You are
excited and morbid or you would look
upon it as you have done before when
we discussed it quietly. You know you
have said you fully Endorsed my own
thoughtful opinion, that we belonged to
each other by the divine right of love,
that ours would be the true marriage,
while the tie that binds you to Adam
Leith is, from its very responsiveness and
unsatisfyingness,t the tie that should be
severed. My darling, you babe me
meet you here to hear you tell me you
were ready to 60 with me? [ am wait
ing for the answer that shall make us
both the happiest lovers in all this wide
world"
She liked his authoritatively tender
way. She thrilled to the smallest nerve
in her frame as she heard his quiet, pas
sionful tones. She looked up, and met
the binding glance of his blue eyes, the
smile on his parted lips that disclosed
his perfect teeth.
Then. it seemed as if everything else
was blotted from sight, or thought, or
memory. She loved him, sinful or
not! His was the only hand ever
powerful enough to unseal the forn-
dation of her heart; his the only mind
and will that could hold dominion over
her2oh, she worshipped him as it was
given to but few men to be loved-yet
yet
Her fancies, her fears were running
away with her. He saw by her face,
her eyes, that conscience and passion
were locked in their death-struggle; and
he lent his aid.
"Love-my love, it is only to say one
little wordp'
= He reached out his arms for her, his
handsome face smiling, eager.
She bent forward, her gesture one of
infinite imploration.
"Dare | trust you? Oh, can trust
your If [ can"
1t was enough. He caught her to his
heart-cOnquerOr.
"My darling! My darlingv'
A full moon was shining fitfully be-
tween heavy cloud-rifts. Heavy gusts
of wind tore over the chill ocean
waves, and shook to their very foun-
dations the houses distance inland
in window of one of which-Amy
Leith's bedroom Window bright,
steady light glowed out into the windy
night.
1t was a pleasant room, cheerful and
thoroughly comfortable, and never in
all the days since Amy had come as a
bride to the seaside village cottage had
this room looked SO touchingly COM
Portable as now-to-night when she was
gathering together her few little treas
ures, never again to enter it Or possess
the right to enter it.
All that day Amy had been white
faced, and sad-eyed beyond her usual
pale wistfulness, and more than once,
in his bluff, hearty fashion, her husband
had asked if anything was troubling
her-if anything was going wrong?
Anything going wrong!" His inno-
cent words had stabbed her like
knife. Wrong? Was not everything
wrong?
Her life since the sunsetting of the
day before when she had seen Eustace
Florestan on the sands and had prom
ised-oh, what? oh, suhats-had been
succession of battles with herself, first
against love and its crown of gold and
jewels and Eustace FIorestan. then
against the horror of it all, the diadem
of scourging thorns, the ceaseless re-
monstrance of her outraged conscience.
All day she had gone about her duties,
now excited into recklessness as she
thought of her lover; now PROSTATE
with vague repentings and bitter pity
as she thought of herself
So the fateful day had gone on, and
now, when night had come, bringing
the hour at which she was to go to be
met by her love, it seemed to Amy that
all the desperate struggles of the day
had been child's play compared with
the raging seas of temptation to go,
that she could not conquer, and frantic,
frenzied prayers that she might not go.
ALI that was good and evilin her nature
uprose for that final fight for her soul,
and she was tossed like leaf in a wild
wind-storm. g1yz.,5 a. E
Her, love and her sin. her love that
itself was sin-Amy could not separate
them. To give Eustaee Florestan up,
to never see him again, to know he was
gone forever from her-she never,
never could endure it-she knew that
To go with him., away forever from
the light of innocence and purity, into
| the .rayless moral and spiritual dark
ness that awaited her-ah what won
der was it that she was driven to frenzy
as she paced the floor of her room,
white to the lips, with wildly-shining
eyes, as. at the same moment she
prayed for mercy and pity, and yet