The daily gazette. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1874-1883, 1881-09-03
MIRABEL'S REVENGE.
BY T. S.

Will reVieW tne past Ten years Tor
yoir benefit, my dear husband, and you
will see II my revenge is not sweet.
Ten years ago we met--you we're but
twenty and handsome In face and form.
/ was but sixteen, an artless, loving
child, with no beauty to win your heart
"a slender, ssllow girl, my only re-
deemable beauty wealth Of golden
hair.
We met and loved-I with all the ar.
dor and lmpulsiveness of first love |;
you-well, l believed you loved me
then, and know now you do, and use
the knowledge to crush you to the very
earth. Do torture you, my dear hus-
band? Does your proud, fond heart
writhe in agony? Then know how /
was once tortured by you.
We were betrothed-even now wear
the rings ofour first and second betrothal,
10 mockery OF the past. We parted for
few weeks; but months succeeded
weeks, and no words of love on your
part, and none on mine, for l lovad and
trusted In you SO entirely.
A year passed away-a year Of sorrow
and read Of your marriage to rich
and ancient dame. What AN awakening
that was when learned you had sold
yourself for gold, sold your youth and
honor tor base metal!
/ read the notice with an agonized
brain. became almost maddened when
l thought OF 1t. / did not "break my
heart" o, mol only changed from a
loving child to a revengeful woman,
with feeling of such bitter hate In my
heart that wonder did not 60 mad.
A few months after your wedding you
wrote me an explanation Of your desnr-
ton. How considerable OF you, the hus
band of another, the man l thought so
true and good! You said you loved me
still, but your ambition had tempted you
from "your love for me-" that you saw
so many years of struggle if we had been
united, that your impatient nature could
not wait for wealth.
Orleans Erie, l vowed with that let
ter crushed in my hand to have re.
venge on the wrong you had done me.
l vo we'd some day that you should he
at my feet, and sue for the heat you
had once cast aside for gold.
The loving, trusting heart Of the
girl was gone forever, and in it's place
cold, revengeful woman, with nc
| pity in her heart for him she had once
so blindly trusted.
| Eight years rolled into the past.
had grown beautiful, and had hearts
laid at my feet but l had revenge
in view, and could not wrong any
man by exchanging clay for gold
Eight years since your idol of gold wa,
food for worms, and you found your
self rich, unencumbered widower
All my pulses beat madly for jo.
when heard the news that sha wa
dead, for revenge seemed near.
In these eight years we had neve
met, and had grown very beautiful
everybody said, and so said my mir
ror.
Long golden curls hung in massel
around my well shaped head, the sal
low complexion had changed to a clea
red and white, and the pale, expires
sionless eyes had now enough fire il
their depth to win hearts by the score
my form was graceful and well-rounde'
aud had the consciousness of pos
sessing fame az we'll as beauty.
How long to come to the evenin
we met Your wife had been dead
year when you sought me out, aud W
met at the house of mutual friend
who, on this particular evening, ha
given ball in my honor.
Beauty, jewels, flowers and must
filed the crowded rooms, and l, tn
star of the evening, was introduced t
you, under my nom dc plume.
l had stood by my mirror a lon
time at home, and taken great car
with my toilet, for wished to win yor
heart at our first meeting.
You loved me. / knew it by yor
almost worshipping gaze as We wei
introduced to each other. You di
not recognize the sallow, home
Mirabel Istrey in the sparkling, b.
wildering blonde, May Verna.
A month after our meeting we wei
betrothed. You came to my HON
met my parents and sisters. ar
learned for the first timo of Mirab
Istrey's identity with May Verna.
Then you asked forgiveness, knee
ing at my feet, with my hands clasI
ed In yours, for the wretchedness yo
, had once brought me. And / smile
my forgiveness. Ha ha you cam
imagine what woman can hide III
der smile.
Parents and friends wondered that
could take you back to my heart, aft
your desertion years ago but 1 on
laughed merrily when they wonders
and preparations went on for a graz
] wedding.
We stood at the altar you, Orlea
Erie, vowed to cherish and love m
Mirabel Istrey-her you had once ca
under foot.
After our marriage we return
home. The magnificent mansion 20
- first wife had left you was newly al
extensively furnished for your secol
N wife.
As we entered ''my boudoir,"
: you called 1t, you clasped me to 20
{ heart, kissing me on brow and liz
and calling me "your precio
. wife,"
Ali how Satan was smiling 1
d Joy / could have screamed in my m
delight at the stab should soon 81
you.
al That night, after the wedding guei
had departed, you sought your brio
- and sho had flown, and left in b
stead a bouquet of withered flowt
and letter. Do you remember hov
spoke of your second widowhood A
ha weren't you happy to learn b,