The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1881-07-16

llater to find q cold.hcarted, naughty woman
who repealed my tenderness and threw back
upon my aching heart the love would have
felt for her had she but been tender and patient
But must be just found the lady so chang
ed in her personal appearance that | did moi
know her at first and doubtless my manners
seemed cold to her, for was mourning tor my
beautiful little Etsy. and could not believe this
cold pale woman was she We were married
within the hour Of my arrival, and though al
first my soul sickened, | did strive before God
to give her my love, but | verify believe she
hated me, for she grew more and more cold
and disdainful every day, till, mad with sor-
row and regret left my home to wander, dis
consulate and sad, all over the earth. Twice,
remembering she was my wife, wrote beg
ging her to JOIN me, tor could not bear to
return 10 the grange where all knew my sad
history; but she haughtiy refused, saying IN
her last letter that she fancled our paths would
be happilst far apart. You, too, have known
sorrow Mrs Willis, but 1t IS better to mourn
for the dead than the living"
! Lionel Peyton loved Mrs. Willis, and it re.
auired all his honor and manhood, all his self
control, to keep from taking her IN his arms
and telling her his love. He did not, but con
tinued:
Later met with one who, before was
aware of 1t, crept INTO my heart-a beautiful,
regal woman, with passionate tropical ma
ture, entirely suited TO mine. loved that wo.
man, but dared not tell her so; my honor
| forbade 1t, and yet love her. Oh, my God
thou knowest ii all"
| AS the white lips grew Calmer, he said;
ITO night, for all my battling this wild love
is clamoring to he heard; all the anguish and
regret, all the harder to bear because unspok-
en-. thought must speak or die, but when
A. .t,
over my spirit, and something like Gods
great pity fell upon my tempted soul, and
once more it was able to overcome. | have
come to say goodbye, Essie. There Is only
one course for me to pursue. | must rejoin
my poor wife, and, if she is willing to receive
the prodigal, try to make her happy"
"DId you love her so much-this beautiful
woman of whom you spoke-betler than any
beauty of Italy or Spain, or any one you have
met IN your wanderlngs?'
His face flushed and then paled,
Better than any woman on earth-bettcr
than anything but my honor and my God"
and he held with an iron grasp the small white
hands he had taken in his Love her! all, it
would be heaven to be always at her side; to
watch the flash and CLEAN of those proud eyes
and the sweet trembling of the red lips, and
the SHINING dark hair, and the proud throat
white rs snow"
at must have been very hard to give her
up?"
1T was hard. What would you have done
so circumstanced p
II would have been true to my honor and
my God, as you were"
"God bless you, Essie; and now We must
part"
Essle had been merciless, but her starving
heart Craved all she could hear OF the love he
bore her But the strain had been too great;
and when she rose to go, she faltered and
would have fallen had he not caught her IN
his arms. He seated her again and brought a
goblet OF water.
"You know who the woman is, Essle, that is
so dear TO me-"
II have known 1t from the firstn'
And you still advise me to return to my
wife"
II do"
"And if she will no. receive me-"
"Then return to Europe and work for the
good of others and for Gods glory"
He drew her close TO his heart.
This once let me hold you here and now
farewellm
A moment more and she was alone, aud
Lionel Peyton was wildly pacing his chamber
floor with broken words of prayer upon his
lips.
a week from that time found Etsy at the
Grange, where she found letter awaiting her.
announcing the arrival of her husband on the
following night.
"Oh, Etsy, If you only loved Lionel" said
the disappointed mother
perhaps | may, mother; perhaps he may
find me more worthy to be loved"
He came at seven o'clock. The long draw
ing-room was lighted in honor of his coming
tla nj x.,tf1, hr,p
suits and shining faces, showed JOY at his re-
turn.
He was shown into the recepton-room
while servant went to surprise Miss Etsy."
He returned in a moment, saying she would
see him III the drawingrOom.
Lionel bit his lip and followed the old ser
want with proud step
AT least she might have been here 10 well
come me-" he thought.
Under the brilliant gaslight stood that beau
tiful Essie he was trying to forget.
"Again--must he again battle with his spirit
to keep down that mad love which haunted
him every hour? What could have brought
her to the Granger"
She sprang to meet him.
"Oh, Lionel, am so glad" And bending
back her beautiful head she held up her lips
tor kiss
yet sorry that we have met"
But she fettered HIM with her white arms,
and drew his face closer to hers.
Lionel, if you Will take me, | am yours
for II am Etsy Peyton"
The strong man staggered, and would have
fallen had she not supported HIM Need we
describe the JOY of the wanderer, or can you
imagine it tor yourselves? How the past
seemed like hdeous dream. whose memory
he was trying to forget and the future so rich
with Unreasonable hope, and how two souls
came out from the fiery crucible purified
Twice loved" Etsy whispered softly to
herself 1T was triumph after all, and oh,
am SO happy! God is good will praise
him all the days of my lfe."-Neo York. Sun
day Mercury.
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