The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-06-28

her wondrous beauty and gentle virtue.
For the first time in his life be regret
{ d having be en- born the heir OF q vast
estate. He longed to 60 out into the
word and BY bis own efforts make q
q uet home far removed from the empty
snow and splendor in which he had been
reared; and vision Of coming home
toa pretty, ,rose-embo wered cottage pas
sed before him and in bis imagination
he saw Msrgaret's fair face watching
for bis coming, felt her warm kisses on
his brow, and head her sweet voice vol
coming him home.
He could not help thinking that il be
could only see her, and looking down
into her dark, soft eyes, tell her his
plans and ask her to wait until he could
lmske q home for her, her love would
triumph over all, and she would not re-
fuse. esass5
He resolved to write and beg her TO
grant him one short interview, aud, with
this determination, he retraced bis steps
Hastily to the hall and wrote the letter
| With lighter heart than he had
known that day be made his evening
toilet and went down to the parlors,
where he found bis mother entertaining
callers a.t .>
He had resolved not to mention Mar.
garets name to her until he received an
ans wer to his note, for he felt that her
reply would decide his destiny.
Mrs Murray was pleased at her sons
appearance id the parlor, and his more
than usual attention to her guests csus-
ed her TO assure herself that her game
was almost won. The next morning
she went to town for day Or two.
With her departure Arthur breathed
mere freely. The morning mail brought
letter from Margaret. With eager,
trembling fingers he tore it open and
drew ont his own unopened note
The light faded from his eve. the color
from his cheek, and with low moan he
DO we'd his head upon the table and COW
cred bis face with his hands.
But bitter as was his anguish Arthur
Murray was not the man to allow him
selfto despair. Kissing his bowed head
he looked about tue luxurious room,
and with contemptuous smile curling
his lips asked himself:
.Must my life's happiness be the price
I pay for this cold splendor3 No"
Then, going to desk, he wrote iur-
Iriedly:
any DEAR MOTHER When you read
this shall be in London, making final
Preparations to sail for Australia. l
have received a letter from my old
friend, Hugh Clifton, telling me that
party Of my acquaintances intend to
sail on Monday next to try their for
tunes in the gold fields, and extending
an invitation to me to join them, which
I have concluded TO accept. / believe
they intend taking passage in the ''Vic-
toria" 1t is needless for me to tell you
|the,cause- OF my sudden departure; it is
enough to say that caught at this pro.
posal as drowning man would at q
plank. Oh, my mother, was not your
sons happiness dearer 10 you than birth.
or wealth, or powerf But surrounded
bv new scenes, and engaged in new pur
suits, perhaps l may learn to live at least
coutentedly. God grant that you may
be happy, mother, and may He bless
and keep you always!
"Your affectionate son,
ARTHUR
Two hours afterwards Arthur was in
the train speeding towards London.
When Mrs. Murray returned from
town she was not much surprised to find
that Arthur had gone up to London;
but when she read his letter she was al
most wild with grief. She could only
hope that he would change his mind.-
But few days went by, and she receiv-
cd paper announcing the departure Of
the "Victoria," with Arthur's name
among the passengers. Bitterly the
lonely mother regretted the course she
had pursued; but repentance came too
late.
y.
Five years passed; and Arthur Mur-
raw, now rich and prosperous, had visit
ed nearly every quarter OF the globe
It was four years since he learned that
Margaret had married another, and since
that time he had been wanderer over
the earth. He hadscrossed the ocean,
explored the wonders of theinew world,
aud then sought the splendors OF the
Orient But nowhere could he find the
happiness and peace for which he was
seeking; and 80 one beautiful spring
morning he found himself in Paris.
As be was passing down the Rue des
Charlemont he felt q, hand on his shoul.
der, and q CHEEKY voice sounded in his
ears. .a es.,,4..4 ~ -...e.
"Why, Murray, old fellow, how do
you dov" -
Turning quickly Arthur saw the hand
some face of Captain Tracy, an old
friend. Giving his hand hearty shake,
and scarcely / giving him time to return
his greeting. lie continued hurriedly:.
aJust in time; height OF spring sea-
son; grand reception tonight at Nine.
VIVIAN s-yOu ICm0hooi uSi VI OouioC'
You must go-I'll call for you at ten
The fete is given in honor Of 40 English
lady who is visiting her, Mrs. Roslya,
positively the most beautiful woman !
ever saw. A widow, believe-you
must see her. and he hurried away.
And SD Arthur went to the fete. At.
ter paving his respects to his fair hos
tess, he wandered idly among the dsz.
cling throng, almost unconsciously, look
ing for the face he dared not think oI
seeing.
But as he was about to enter little
summer parlor adjoining the conserva.
ltory, he saw what made his head rec
and his heart bound, for there, more
rarely beautiful than ever, stood Mar
garet, now Mrs. Roslyn, q rich widow
the centre OF brilliant group.
j For moment he was obliged TO lesr
on the back of chair for support; then
recovering himself, he sought the recess
)of a window, and there uno5served HI
feasted on the sight of her face at will
She had changed but little in those years
that had changed hin 80 much.
Her complexion was Just as superbl,
tinted, her features even more perfect
and the expression Of her face more ex
auisitely sweet than OF old; but b,
thought that he detected the shadow o
. suffering in the large, brilliant eyes, ant
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