Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1882-04-22
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are as strangers in the future.
The speaker, fair, golden-haired
young girl of seventeen summers,
spoke in a hard, cruel voice. She
was a blonde with large blue eyes,
I rosy lips and symmetry of form
which Venus would have envied.
go; for no man who has acted
as you have, can be aught but a
stranger to me, Clarence Manor"
son Viola, think and do not ut
ter such cruel words. | have given
my explanation, and why will you
thus cast me from you ? | cannot
give you up; Viola, my love, have
pity upon me ~
The mans voice was low and
tremulous, and as he spoke with such
anguish, the girls features relaxed
somewhat; but when he had finished,
the same cold look came into her
eyes, as she harshly retorted:
Your explanation is not sutfi
cient, Mr.. Manor. You thought
you could triffie with me, but you
shall not succeed. Go, now, to the
fair damsel who has caused you the
loss of your happiness, and tell to
her your idle tales of love, which |
needed so much in the past"
Her voice trembled with anger as
she spoke, and the fire in her eyes
flashed and faded. The young man
gazed at her with a look in which
Was depicted doubt and amazement
akin to horror.
Viola, you will one day see the
great injustice which you have done
me, when it is beyond your power to
make me any reparation for your
conduct. Then you will perhaps
know how madly | love you, and
wish you had not treated me thus.
Viola, can you not sacrifice your pride
to your love; for you do love me ?"
udU w III uOs OIL w ftOC ioNO
you, nor can | eUer do SO. You have
proven yourself unworthy of my at
fections-a triffler," and she swept
pass him with a dignitied step, up
the long grove towards her home.
Clarence Manor remained where
she left him, with head bowed and
his strong frame quivering with
emotion. Did he deserve such treat
| ment ? Presently he raised his head
and with a pale face, looked after
the disappearing figure. Then with
! deep moan of anguish, strobe in
the direction of the distant village.
"Why Clarence, what can be the
matter with you ? You look as
though you had lost the best friend
you had on earth"
mot quite SO bad as that, Hal"
said Clarence. 81 have indeed sui
fered a great loss-one which l fear
can never be replaced"
"Well, Clarence, you and | have
been firm friends for more than ten
years, and l hope you may have con-
fdence enough in me to tell me your
trouble. Perhaps / may be able TO
help you"
II may not be doing wise in tells
ing you my trouble; but | will trust
you. first met Viola Maree, at a
ball given by Miss Lee. She was
very beautiful, and fell desperate
ly in love with her at first sight. |
soon managed 10 be admitted to a
position in her large circle of friends
and admirers. That was two years
ago, and ever since that time, have
been going with her. That she loved
me, am certain. Things were pro
crossing finely and l had determined
to ask her hand in marriage. But
like a Phoenix, Harry Patterson
arose in my path and sought to gain
my place in her affections. He took
her to the ball the other night, and
having no other resource, called on
Miss Clay and acted as her escort
Would | had never gone to that
ball ! Viola seemed sweet on Mr.
Patterson, scarcely noticing me al
all. This made me very angry and
| therefore became very attentive tC
Miss Clay during the remainder oi
the evening. When we were leav
ing, Viola said to me coldly, "Pleast
call to see me, Mr.. Manor" and
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