Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1883-06-14


good for me. as my lady elegantly
phrased II.
/ had been born into the world amid
fierce throes Of mental anguish.
Through the pain Of her travail my
mothers heart was rent with the greater
pain of my fathers sudden death
drowned of the Cornish coast, for was
born at sea- She lived until was 10
years old, life Of sorrow, and poverty,
and remuneration. Then she died, leav-
ing me to the care Of q compassionate
world and my uncle. OF him have al
ready spoken.
Nv life dragged on with clogged
wheels. YVES always at war with my
surroundings. Though too proud to
express it, had never realized my ideal
of womanhOod, or in any way grown
up to my aspirations and dreams. II
had grown at all it had been through
pain and repression-a fatal thing al
wavs for a warm-hearted, earnest wo-
man.
Ny uncle, Edward Earl, had procur-
ed me the friendship (?) of the lady in
whose house had passed a twelvemonth
Mrs. Lucien Granger, distant cousin
of his own. was an unSalaried gov
erness or companion, our remote cousin
ship being always made available by
my uncle. Itwas during my residence
with that lady that my fate came to me.
A Young nephew of Mrs. Granger's
came to the hall. He was an artist,
young and handsome, and fresh from a
four years soiourn in Rome.
Ineed not weary You with the prologue
or the epilogue of our love, tor words are
so poor to express the heart ; utterance.
o golden days! o tender, passionate
nights! princely heart, come back to
me!
Alan Leighton was the last son of II
highborn family, and because of the
blue blood-the united blood OF all the
Howards-tlowing in his veins, Mrs.
Granger internosed her fiat against our
love, dreading, doubtless, the plebeian
admiXture of mine.
1t is pity that blood does not al
ways tell twas an inglorious triumph
to me-yet still triumph-to bare my
white arms to the shoulder during our
gala nights-to which my voice was al
ways invited ed-.contrasting their satiny
smoothness and perfect contour with
the lean, brown appendages Mrs. Gran
ger folded over her aristocratic heart.
But cloud crept into the sky, and its
shadow fell across our path.
Alan was caileo suddenly py Ietegram
to England, Where ms grand Ola 1atner
lay dying. we mad but a moment 1or
our 1arewelis' 1of Alan hearI was ren'
with sorrow, ana heiped 10 eNpeoite
his departure. -,
but one leiter ever reached me ms
father was deao' ana he was oif Alah
now; or,,
n1ed Mn nnG resnectad ohove ali men died Ves.
terday l need not tell you how desolate we
feel, and how the light seems TO nave aea out A.
nrostrated M with the blow which has taken away
the lover of her youth, and shall not be able
atrtb " Sod dearest Df toe to amt and unce
which, you know, was my Intention the very
night was called away; tNSm - BE true TO me n my
night. dear love. 1 shall write at leng til SO
soon as the mother and have nave matSred aS on1 our
Pahhs plans TOT Msy her ioneS enees gunrd and the
good Father fold about, yoa His everlasting
arms Your friend and Ioyer' p,ouroN
Two ,-o,rs had drarced their Slow
lonntbs slonr since that letter came and
Tbsd nover heard from Alan though
craving w his nresence as the prisoner
Graves The sunshine had written him
onco and T had reorotted even that
uHe was soon to he Wedded to an Earl's
handsome dauohter -, Mrs. Granger
road cloud from an oneo letter in her
hand: ..in fact if WIS an old affair, prior
to b;s visit to tho hall - etc etc
How T regretted 7 had written. .thouoh
the words had been few. merely asking
if he had been enabled to procure me a
certain hook we had made mention of
toaothar and the time was more than a
vear 400 when had the rioht thus to
address him And now, q pitiful
Christ, another woman was to be his
wife and must never think of the old
davs or tbe old dreams. or look into
his dark ewes or feel his kisses upon nv
nnk;ssed jinsi Never! and MIGHT live
fftv wears
Ana q the n;tv Of if ont Of all this
worlds million possibilities had only
the chance of two-eitber to we'd Reein-
aid Dacre. man old enough to be I nv
father. or to be a companion to some
bauobty woman. I had decided upon
.ocentino Mr. Dacre The tinv note of
barely two lines I had placed between
the leaves of a book it was his nightly
cpstom TO read.
But Alan! but Alan! had thought
him 50 t,ue 50 noble. had called him
"mv prince, p" "my king" alone in the
warm dusk under the stars. -
II will not soil thy purple with nv