Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-24
The mother turned to reply, but
6alalda had Loft tho room

Adelaide had left the room.
1t was now IN the middle of July, and
it was settled that they were to be mar
ried IN the coming October, that golden
month of the year. Adelaide experienced
no regret, nor in fact seemed to take the
smallest interest in the progress of the
affairs. Mr.. Thornby was constant in his
visits, but no common acquaintance could
have been more reserved or respectful.
No word OF love ever passed his lips, no
pressure of hand denoted his claim upon
that little property. yet even Adelaide
could not help noticing that his face in
growing graver was also growing paler;
still her nature revolted against the enor-
nifty of forcing her into marriage re-
pugnant to her feelings. Had he been
in love with any one else, no hand would
have been sooner outstreuched in sympa-
thy and coincidence. AS it was she pit
led him, and really began to exert her
self to Danish something of the gloom
which surrounded his life. at wasn't
his fault, she would think, latter all he
couldn't help it. poor fellow, and as ana
to be his wife, may as well try to be
agreeable
From that day the scene changed at
the dwelling of Mrs. Fairfax 1t was an
old rambling country mansion in which
they resided, and Mr.. Thornbys estate
joined theirs. Flowers grew all about in
the greatest profusion, and there was a
large sheet OF water just upon the verge
of the wood where the lazy water-lilies
lay with their white leaves all the long
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Thornby made daily pilgrimage. AIDE
laide was astonished that she had never
before discovered what an amiable COM
panion her betrothed was; she rather
liked leaning upon his arm and looking
up into his brilliant eyes while be ex-
planned to her some of the wonders of ma
ture spread before them. He spoke too,
of travels made in foreign lands; of ia
nous cities and monuments of the past; of
the wonders OF architecture, of art, OF
pain tings and statues which she only
knew from prints, but which she had not
seen themselves, and which in his descrlp.
tons rose in her imaginations far higher
than the graver's art could make them
He pictured to her Venice with its silent
streets and funeral-like gondolas, its
glorious palaces and churches, its Bridge
of Signs, its secret crimes and jealousles
He spoke too of Rome and what it was
of its walls and ruins, of its monuments
and churches; of Milan and of Florence
of the golden Arno and orange groves
of the treasures Of literature and art
within the walls of the Pitt palace.
Adelaide was sensible enough when
the romance she had gathered from books
was not too powerful for her. She be-
gan to compare the glowing, fascinating
descriptions which he knew so we'll how
to relate, with the silly, whining senti
mentality other former lover, and for thai
matter lover still, for she would have
flushed with indignation had any one
suggested the idea of her having turned
truant to her first love. She never dream.
ed of such an atrocity. She liked Mr.
Thornby because he was so kind to her, so
careful over her, so considerate for bel
comfort, but never, no never could her
heart wander from its allegiance to its
first love. And she was sincere in this
belief. She went, indeed, so far that once
when she met William Beckett, she told
him that had he been man of mind
sufficient to bear up under the misfor-
tunes which oppressed him, had he risen
up under adversely and carved his way
in the world as other men had done, she
would have left all, deicience of restraint
and shared his fortune whether for good
or bad, But it would be rushing in the
face of Providence to saddle man with
a wife and the responsibilities of family
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port himself; to all of which he only
whined like child, and accused her OF
turning against him because he was poor
October was fast approaching. The
orchards were golden with their luscious
fruit; the forest trees were all tinted with
autumn brown, while over all was that
dreamy. hazy, delicious air, which seems
redolent with the general joy of the sea-
son. And you would scarcely have
known Adelaide again, go wondrously
had she changed. The gladness of her
heart seemed to have come out upon heI
face, making it radiant with beauty and
bloom. No longer did she sit passively
looking on upon the progressing of brid-
al appointments. Her betrothed was as
large-hearted as he was large Drained. He
insisted upon furnishing the rousseau
and made trip to town for that purpose
Be sure there was nothing forgotten that
could please the eye or crafty the taste
How long to Adelaide seemed the DAYS
OF his absence. She would not have be.
lieved she could have missed him so very
much. Did she love him? Oh, never
yet she was not sorry to have him love
her. To be sure he had not spoken upon
the subject since that fatal morning on
which she was so 1ncensed with the per-
secution of her mother. She had almost
wished he would, so that she might take
back some of those cruel words, and tell
him how much she liked him, and how
different she had found him. to what peo-
pie described him. She was sorry that
she could not love him as wife should
love husband, but perhaps the time
would come when her mind would be
changed. Atpresent she would be true
to William, from whom she was parted
forever, and whose wee-begone face real
ly would haunt her as long as she lived.
Yet in spite of these sentimental thoughts
she was quite angry with herself that she
could not feel more real sympathy for
her broken-hearted lover.
At length Mr.. Thornby arrived, AIDE
laide meeting him at the crossroads,
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