Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-02-26
heavens, you shall listen to me

heavens, you shall listen to m'
now!'
He looked at her for momen
without saying word, as If gloat
Ing over his present triumph, while
she shivered beneath his gaze as !
stricken with ague Then she mur
INJURED with trembling lips:
i @Why did you not tell me youl
true position at first ? Why did you
leave me in ignorance of your sta.
tion ?''
''SimpIy, madam he replied
bitterly, "because | wished to win
your heart and not your hand. You
saw fit to make plaything OF me,
and cast me off. Even then my
/ poor, deceived love triumpheo over
my reason, and I tried to make you
understand, tried to buy you, but
you would not hear me. You said
you told gold by its glitter. Very
well. / resolved to let your motto
work its own result. | banished
myself to Europe for four years, and
then returned to find you still un-
married, to win what little heart
you have, to become your affianced
husband Was not the finger of
fate in all that? You had not for
gotten completely the miserable
man whom you had crushed. All,
Christine, my nature is an evil one.
| am true lover and a hard. hater,
and / hate you bitterly for the insult
you put upon my manhood; l de-
test you so thoroughly for your
false, heartless character; / despiSe
you SO thoroughly for your lack of
all that is wOmanly, that / wonder
how / could have the patience to
perfect and carry out this just retri-
bution--fOr / know that you love
me, know that for the first time
your cold heart has felt the nearest
approach to the diyine passion of
which it is capable; and glory in
the thought that | am the instru-
ment of furnishing you for hescores
of many hearts you have broken by
your abominabfe siren ways and
Manners
The poor woman sat huddled in
her chair, limp, almost lnanimate,
the moon shedding its cold raya.fuIl
upon her white, despairing face.
From time to time she moaned, al
most inarticulateiy:
''Carl, you are killing me, killing
mel"
Chapman laughed hoarsely.
"Killing you!" he exclaimed.
"Did you ever think of how you
killed, murdered the best and purest |
of my passiOns-my love? Did you |
ever think of how you emptied my /
heart of its Warmest feelings and |
filled it with black, bitter, misan- |
thropical hate? And you talk of
my killing you! Christine Cannell,
men may say that | have worked /
out only my revenge upon you;
they may say that it is unmanly,
less than human; but you know in
your heart of hearts, you know only /
too well, that you are but receiving
Justice. You know that you have
wrecked my life as completely as
you have done the lives of others.
s'Do you see this: he continued,
drawing a glove from his pocket;
'yOu once wore this, and the last
lime it left your hand was upon a
beautiful September day six sum
ners ago. You threw it from you
With these words:
"'I cast you from my mind as
10 this glove, and will forget you
Is soon."
"Ah, you remember it now.
Well, Madame, as l have said,
all for Europe. There ia little
christian charity in my compost
ion, nothing but poor, weak hu-
nan nature, and before 1 go think
t my duty to return your glove and
With it your own words:
81 cast you from my mind as |
10 this glove, and will forget you as
Oon.'"
He threw the glove at her feet,
nd without another word, without
backward glance, strobe f,om her
presence.
Half an hour later merry couple
,assing the rustic summer-house
Ioticed white heap lying motion
ess on the floor. 1t was Christine
jannell in dead faint.
And society wondered what had