The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-06-24
"As You Sow, So Shall
You Reap.'

oA "IoS r. H. W., OF BALTIMORE,
''Alma Alma you will be true !
meP You will wait until I return {
claim you ? I will work 80 hard that
will return rich, and you shall hav
everything heart can wish. Oh, m
darling be true, for il 1 should returl
and find you welded to another wouI,
take my life, for I love you so, Alma
my beautiful one, that the thought o
losing you drives me mad"
These words, frsught with iutens,
pain' and wild, passionate love, tel
from the lips of a young man as he hal
knelt at the feet of q golden. haired
prown-eyed girl, whose fair, mobile fac,
was slightly pale and troubled as she
listened to his passionate pleading.
"Why, Rupert" she said, LAYING he,
hand upon his thick, clustering curls,
what put such notion into Won,
headP Have not promised to be your
wife Z loveyou, Rupert, and yet you
doubt me-"
"Yes, l know"-and he caught her
hands Hereby in his-"but you are so
beautiful, Alma, and richer suitors NAV
come and teach you to forget him who
loves you 30 madly. But forgive me,
my darling" he cried suddenly, as he
saw how pale and frightened she looked.
VI know I am selfish, but the thought
OF being separated from you for three
long years half crazes me with agony. +"
de clasped her in his arms, looking
anxiously into her beautiful face At
that moment the distant report of a gun
echoed through the wood Rupert Ian.
don started quickly, "There is the sig.
nal to be on board, Oh, God | must
leave you. Ny darling, my darling,
farewell-may God keep you in His
holy care" He strained her to his
heart, pressing kiss after kiss on her
lips, then put her from him and turned
quickly away. Atthe edge of the wood
he turned and looked upon her as she
stood in the light of the dying sum-
One last, lingering look and he was
gone-gone, never more, perhaps, to
gaze upon her he loved so madly.
One year has passed since Rupert
Landon bade farewell to the little vii
lage where he was born and went into
foreign lands to make a fortune for his
affianced bride. In her humble little
room Alma Clinton is pacing to and fro.
"Oh I am so weary of this life," she
moaned; "this dreary life of poverty
Oh why did ever promise Rupert
Landon to become his wife? 1 do not
love him, though thought I did; and |
now I must spend the best years of my |
life in waiting-dreary, dreary waiting
for him who may never be any richer
than he is now. I will not do it-I can
not do it. I will accept Herbert La
Troy, he is rich and he loves me pas
sionately, devotedly. I will become his
wife, will be rich. Rupert will soon
forget me-"
Forget herP Even as she spoke the
words his face rose before her as she
had seen it last, white with anguish,
and again his words rang in her ears:-
"Oh | my darling, be true to me, for if
I should return and find you welded to
another would take my own life." Her
face paled, and for a moment she waver-
cd, but only for moment; then visions
Of the bright future which would be
hers, surrounded by wealth and luxury,
banished from her memory all thought
Of him laboring 30 hard in the distant
gold mines. And when the summer
roses blossomed Alma Clinton became
The wife of Herbert La Troy, and one
month later, far away in the gold mines
of California, when the rude miners
went to awaken Rupert Landon for the
lays work they found him dead, shot
BY his own hand, and upon the floor be-
tide him, stained with his life. blood,
vas letter which told him she he
owed was false.
In a sumptuously furnished room,
adorned with all that money can buy,
'eclining in an easy chair, is a lady--a
niddle-aged lady-whose face still bears
he marks OF great beauty. She wore
Of light gray, trimmed with !
,Iue silk, and her golden hair was !
gathered under little lace breakfast $
ap. Mamma, where are you :" and t,
he door was thrown quickly open, and
young girl bounded into the room.-
The was very beautiful and extremely =
Ike the lady, although her hair, falling '