The Osceola times., 1879-05-17
HIS TRUE LOVE.

And SO, Rosa, / am going away. Before
this reaches you, thousands of miles VIII
separate u.s. and it will be useless for you
to try to trace nae. / shall leave property
enough to support you and the child, for
you have been dear to me, but | never was
worthy Of you; and now you must forget
me. ! have tried in vain to conquer my
love for Florence Abernethy. My passion
for her is the one true love of my lifetime.
/ can not give her up, and we are going
away together.
The little white faced woman, holding
with trembling hands the blotted paper,
read again the cruel letter--the letter
from her idolized husband, declaring his
love for another, ard his resolve TO
separate himself from his family for that
Others sake. II had come hours before
she had read it over and over, and still
she sat there, psllid, weak, not halt com
pretending yet the trouble thst had
come upon her conscious only that her
hearts trust and love had been betrayed,
that she had lost the presence dearest 10
her on earth. Tie spring sunshine,
finding its way through among her csl-
las and geraniums, lay warm across the
handsome carpet; her birds csroled
lightly in their dainty csge her baby
boy slept soundly in his crib; and out
side were all the sweet, soft odors Of
springs buds and blossoms, and its
countless hymns of glsdness; while she
sat there in her dumb misery, question
ing if this were all true, if she had lived
to know her idol false and base, and h.
life's ioy forever vanished, or II she we're
only in the maze of feye-ed, delirious
dream.
She was one O those golden-haired,
exquisitely pretty little women, ho
seem sent into the world expressly Tor
men to take care OF, one who needed 20
be lived and cared for always, and
hitherto she had known no lack OF ten
defest devotion and afit ction. six years
before Louis Aston had taken her from
the luxurious home of her childhood,
where she had known sorrow hut by
name, to his own elegant residence, just
finished and furnished tor his bride, and
from their brief, blissful courtship, they
had entered on what appeared sn almost
perfect welded life. The young mer.
chant was the most attentive OF husbands,
and Mrs Aston lived in scarcely bto-
ken dream of happiness. After four
years came the tiny stranger asking si-
mittance to both hearts, and then lie
seened indeed complete to pretty Resale
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 his vile had learned 10
expect he forgot sometimes to kiss the
baby boy, of whom he had been 30
proud and his manner constantly be-
trsyed bitter anxiety.
81 must go away, Rosa" he said at
last, "some one must go, or our firm
will be ruined, and who can go but
mel"
So, for the first time since their bridal
day, they were separated, for he went
away hundreds of miles, and she stayed
at home with little Lou.
All the long winter months she hal
waited, lonely, for his coming, and his
letters said often, shall be with you
soon;" but he did not come, He wrote
sometimes of brilliant and unlo0ked.ior
prosperity in his business, and of the re-
marksble liveliness and cordisiity OF the
society in which he found himself, but
she looked in vain for day named for
his return. At last came the terrible
letter that told her how he had sinnad
and fallen, and that they might never
meet again.
And all the half-dozen years OF their
happy welded life, she had been 80 sure
of his affection Could ii b. that in this
stranger he had found the one true love
of his life9 His picture hung on the
wall before her, looking d wn upon her
with the beautiful dsrk-blue eyes she
had loved to watch and looking there
on that handsome face that was bending
now to an ignoble one, on thst shspely
head so dishonored, she cried out at last,
and wept in her agony. And thus they
found her in her helpless woe, and kindly
hand. and voices ministered to her in
the fearful hours that followed
"Do you know" queried kind
hearted neighbor few days later, do
you know whats 3 tne mstter WIN MIS-
AstonH'
"She is suffering under severe nerv
Gus prostration." answered the doctors
wife, who lived scross the way. and
they fear something worse. Joseph
was called to see her last night. Nc
Aston has eloped with a young lady
OF ="
"Dear, dear what won't men doG But
| should never hsve thought that OF Mr.
Aston, he always seemed to care 80 much
for his wife. How does she speak o. him :
poor little woman +"
She does not tslk OF hlm. she told M;H
Lynde thst she had rather see him dead
than have him living so dishonose1
that is all | have heard.
Poor little woman Tm Sd surprised
I ran h.rdlv think ut ali Hov eould