The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1880-11-27
A GIRLS HEART.
By LIzzIE NJ. NULHERN.

"Lynny Howard no longer-for the future
I am Evelyn Grey, Willard Grey's unwll
ing wife.
Poor Willard he does not dream of my
misery, he thinks will yet prize his love,
and be content, if not happy.
He knows used to have fancy for Ralph
St. Clair, but he thinks, when Ralph desert
ed me, got over it. All | he does not know
a woman's heart, woman's love.
Ralph deserted me
throw myself down on the couch Il the
bride Of an hour, and moan in my agony,
as have done so often, since Ralph went
away.
am lying there when the door opens,
and Dell comes in.
What difference there is between us now,
and yet Ralph used to call me his pretty
one.
"Eyelyn," she said, in her cold, clear
voice she never called me Lynny-"lather
is asking for you. You married Willard,
Evelyn" she says, after a short pause, that
father might die in peace, knowing that
you, his youngest, his favorte child, was
settled in life. Try and assume some ap-
pcsrance of content; do not let him see you
are not satisfied"
"Not satisfied !" cried Il am only eigh.
teen and l love Ralph.) Oh, sister "sister
am mad with misery. Obi Dell, pity
me, Cor long to die Why did, not die
when Ralph was false to mo9'
!, -, .....-s..,n,. 49,
white, white even asapy4 own, but in amin
ute, the sweet pink bloom returns.
"You are married now, Evelyn, and you
must make thesbest Of it. 1t is sin now to
think of Ralph St. Clair, sin to think
either of his talsencss or his faith"
She spoke the truth, stagger 10 my feet
and putting my arm round her, draw her
over to the mirror.
Oil what contrast we were, her face
softly rounded, with dainty bloom on cheek
and lip,mine wan and weary looking, though
was four years younger.
"0h, God - cried, "is that the same
face that smiled at me the day Rs phi told
me his love. am no longer pretty, DELL"
l say, but know different, for there is
beauty in my big blue eyes, though they
are weary looking beauty in my red, curved
lips, in the ruddy billow of my red-gold
hair.
had always been fragile and delicate
but now
glanced again at my sad, childlike face
N"I will soon die, DELL" say, and then all
my misery coming over me at once, slide
on my knees beside her.
Evelyn Evelyn" she cried, and then
| fall senseless at her feet.
When | opened my eyes again, Willard
was bending over me, his kind eyes filled
with deep sorrow.
any little love-" he said; and there wa:
more pity in his voice, than could be caused
by my fainting.
"My father my father |" cried.
One look in Wizards face was enough
lie raised me in his arms.
"Let mo go to him." cry, struggling
from his arms, with the strength Torn o!
despair.
"My darling" he said, heard no more
! had freed myself. and was flying to my
idolized father.
Dell met me at the door. "You must mol
come in, Evelyn" she said, but pushed hel
aside.
"Father father!" cried dashing ovel
TO the couch where bis dear old face is grow
ing cold.
One glance, then wild shrek leaves my
lips. Ny father is dead.
|
am married a year to-day, and Willard
has been very kind to me oh so kind
and loving but he cannot hold me bach
from the shadewy land, towards which my
feet are straying.
think be knows now that do not car,
TO live, that am glad to die.
wonder will God forgive me fer loving
Ralph after / was the wife of another?
hope he will, for could not help it.
l have never seen him but once since my
marriage, and will never see him again.
It ir six months since | saw him.
Willard was away, and was standing by
the window, my thoughts filled with Ralph
had heard that morning that he was go
ing abroSd-going away from his NATIVE
land.
have prayed for grace TO Danish al
thoughts of him from my mind, but th'
name he used to call me keeps ringing il
my ears.
ellis pretty one"
Am anyone's pretty one now? III am
it is Willard Grey's.
"How delicate and fragile | am" think
and feel will die with the same diseas'
that my sweet, young mother did.
Am not fading away, aud is that no
how they die Of consumption
Dell was over 10 see me that day, and
knew she was startled by the change in me
and for the first time in her life she spok
tenderly TO me, but somehow | shraul
baek.. ..from her, and why cannot tell, for
always longsd for Dell's love.
sas am s.rsyiag from whA.I intends