The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-12-12

Miss Annie Cults reading letter aloud
to Mrs. Blair, and her droning voice was
hushing me off to sleep.
"Our wedding is fixed for October. !
wanted to wait till Christmas, but my
lord and master objected. My gown is
already ordered of Worth. l shall be
married in church by Mr.. Andover.
"Your affectionate niece,
"ANNETTE CUTS"
Was Miss Anne Cults still reading
aloud, or had dreamed this about the
wedding and Mr.. Andover? l onened
my eyes and saw a little bird fitting on
a spray, and Immediately Mrs. Blair
broke the spell by saying, "Bless me,
Miss Anne! it's good m Itch for Philip
DevereauS, now isn't it? lucky day
for him when he broke off with Belle
Fordw And l heard no more; the trees
and the bird seemed to swim before me
in q cloud of mist l stood up and
steadied myself against bould r, and
sdr. Andover came and put my arm in
his and took me home And this is the
end
Philip untrue; Philip the lover of
another! 1t is unreal. l can not seem
to grasp it.
Aug. ga letter from Philip Dever-
eaux. After all, I thought, maybe it was
gossn and hearsay. The sight OF the
familiar handwriting sent the blood
spinning through my veins He con-
graduated me on my good luck, and
added: "Hlving broken our eng lge-
ment when we were both beggar', how
could | renew it now because you are
rich? Would not the world-our world
have the right to point the finger of
scorn at me2 l can not accept such gem
erosity, Belle, even for your sake, but
still must plod on" Once | should have
thought these sentiments so noble.
Whereas / was blind, now see. He
thinks that l know nothing about the af-
fair of Annette Cults, or lie has not cour-
age to break it to me.
Sept. 15.-I have resumed my German
studies, to divert my mind. Everybody
is talking of the approaching marriage
l told Mr.. Andover a out the prize, and
asked him if he would take it for home
missions.
"Have you the money in handP' he
asked.
"No; L have not even sent on my
ticket. l have been merely notified that
| had drawn the amount"
"My dear Miss Belle" he said, "par-
don me-but do not approve Of lot
teries."
"Neither do I, any longer"
at may be a foolish scruple," he per-
sued; "most people would laugh at it;
but it seems to me that money obtained
in that W y does more harm than good
will not be blessed in the ule.'
"Perhaps no" said, "but what shall I
do with it? feel like the man who
drew the elephant"
Suppose you destroy the ticket, and
do nothing about it"
every WELL" I returned; "I wish !
had never bought it." And so held it
in the gas jet, and reduced the fortune
that was to have made m. happy to u
pinch Of ashes.
October IA dreadful thing has hap
pened. Squire Cults has di ID insolvent.
It. will postpone: Annette's wedding.
June, 1978.--It is more than year
since | began this diary, and how much
has occurred! / have often wondered
how Philip Devereaux bore himself af-
ter Annette Cults married old General
Battles, with his millions and his gout,
preferring a palace without love tn love
in cottage. Yesterday ! wandered into
the pine wood alone. Mr.. Andove1
and | have been there SO often
that all its treasures Of shade and
sunlight, of soaring pines and humble
moses, seemed to belong to us. Its
winding ways are like encbantment, lur.
ing us on to more beauty and serenity. II
is like walking through dim cathedral
aisles, as we tread upon its carpet of pine
needles, and hear the wind fitting
through the branches, while spicy incense
is waited about and sweet thoughts come
like benediction. You scarcely heal
an approaching footstep, and was gath
ering some ferns, when voice close be
hind me said, Isabelle! Isabellev'-s
voice that sounded strangely familiar
but it was not Mr.. Andover's; a voics
that seemed to conjure vision of starry
summer nights, and sweet scents, anC
tender words in the instant before
could turn. | never once thought O
Philip Devereaux, but there he stood
silent and debonair, as if we had onl!
parted an hour ago. "Your mother tolc
me should find you here" he said, tax
ing nv unwilling hand. "See, 1 picked
four-leaved clover as | came across tn
meadow; that means luck. Isabelle, cal
you forgive me-"
eyes, indeed I answered heartily
"and thank you; too"
81 was fool, Isabelle"
, "And 50 was l."
Isabelle, don't turn away your head
never loved Annette. l love you. Yo
have no cause for jealousy. have com
back to marry you, Isabelleg'
! IL shall never marry you, Philip"
!, said. 81 do not love you any longer"
"Not love meY' he cried. "Oh, / III
!. derstand; you have some natural resent
ment-"