The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-05-02
HIS True LOVE


And 40, Rosa, / am going away. Before
this reaches you, thousands Of miles will
separate Us, and IL will be useless for YOU
TO try 10 trace me. / shall leave property
enough TO support you and the child, for
You have been dear 10 me. but never WAS
worthy of you: and now you must forget
me. have tried In vain 10 conquer my
for her i the one true love Of INV lifetime.
! can not give her up, and we are going away
together.
The little white-faced woman. hold
ing with trembling hands the blot.ed
paper, read again the cruel letter-fhe
letter from her idoiized husband. declare
ing his love for another. and his resolve
10 separate himself from bis family for
that others sake. 1t had come hours
before: she had read il over and over,
and sill she sat there, pallid, weak. not
half comprebending yet the trouble that
had come upon her: conscious only that
her hearts trust and love had been be-
trayed. that she had lost the presence
dearest TO her on earth. The spring
sunshine, finding it, way through among
her callas and geraniums, lay warm
across the handsome carpet: her birds
carolcd lightly in their dainty cage; her
baby boy slept soundly in bis crib; and
outside were all the sweet, soft odors of
springs buds and blossoms, and its
countless hymns OF gladness: while che
sat there in her dumb misery, question
ing il this were all true, II she had lived
TO know her idol fa'se and base, and
her LIES joy forever vanished, or IL she
were only in the mazes Of a fevered,
delirious dream.
She was one Of those golden-haired,
exquisitely pretty little women, who
seem sent into the world expressly for
men to take care of, one who needed to
be loved and cared for always, and
hitherto she had known no lack OF ten
derest devotion and affection. Six years
before Louis Aston had taken her from
the luxurious home Of her childhood,
where she had known sorrow but by
name, to his own elegant residence, Just
finished and furnished for his bride, and
from their brief, blissful courtship, they
had entered on what appeared an Al
most perfect welded life- The young
merchant was the most attentive cf hus-
bands, and Mrs. Aston lived in
scarcely broken dream Of happiness.
After four years came the tiny stranger
asking abundance to both hearts, and
then life seemed indeed complete to
pretty Rosalie Aston.
But when the little one could barely
utter his parental title, Mr.. Alston's
mien began TO change He ceased to
come FROM his work with the light
hearted smile bis wife had learned TO
expect; be forgot sometimes TO kiss the
baby boy, Of whom he had been 90
proud; and his manner constantly be-
trayei bitter anxiety.
!" 4 must 60 away, Rosa" he said At
last; sssome one must 20, or our firm
will be ruined, and who can 20 but mc?r
So, for the first time since their bridal
day, they were separated, for be went
away hundreds Of miles, and she stayed
at home with little Lou.
All the long winter months she had 7
waited, lonely. for his coming. and his |
letters said often, I. shall be with you l
soon;r but he did not come. He wrote
sometimes Of brilliant and unlock ei-for
prosperity in his business, and Of the \
remarkable liyelincss and cordialiiy IL
the society In which he found himself,
but she looked in vain for a day named \