Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1888-07-05
AUNT AND NIECE,
The Mistress Of
HazelwOOd.
BY GERALD CARLTON.
CHAPTER XIII.

time, acknowledged it to himself, and that
the thing previously concealed was now
fact beyond question.
We have said that he went to his room
with heavy heart.
He locked the door, paced the room
thoughtfully. opened the window and
looked out. 1t was dark night, very
dark night, but he gazed in the direction of
the Priory, thinking of the first morning he
had seen the surrounding country by day.
light.
He closed the window finally, took the
lamp from the dressing table, and placed it
on one by the window; cut some note
paper into half sheets, and then, with q
deep sigh, seated himself and began
writing.
Will sat there for nearly an hour writing
rapidly. At the end of that time the half
sheets were filled-he had ckronicled in I'M
studied words the second grand discovery.
and had translated into written language
the language of the. heart.
For many minutes he gazed vacantly at
the half sheets scattered over the table.
Then collecting them in order, he took from
a drawer small penknife of Emily's, and
piece of blue ribbon which had once
bound Emilys hair.
Securing the half sheets together, he
looked at the manuscript for a moment as
he held it in his hand, almost affectionately
and quite sadly. then placed it in the pock-
ct Of his overcoat. This done, he sighed
with extreme relief.
Thus he chronicled his second discovery.
Let us learn what that was by reading
some of the paragraphs contained in the
writing, and by SO doing, know more of
Will Tryfoil.
Thus ran his half Sheets
In less than twelve hours I shall bid
adieu to Hazelwood House forever: in less
than fifteen, shall again meet the good
little creature whom-not without strong
resistance on my part-I have wronged. II
have sinned by wronging her, may God
forgive me.
When came here, only few weeks
back-thou it seems long years. loved
her far more dearly than my life. Aas
that affection, which imagined OILY death
could end, has passed away within a
month!
My Emily-still and always mine-shall
never know of this. I will learn to hush
the whisperings and conceal the secrets of
my heart when she is near.
Il will marry her. forsake the truth, and
swear to her that she has all my affection,
and that / am happy.
Let my life from now be huge lie, so
that hers may be one of JOY. l have stolen
away the love gave her in return for hers,
and am too great coward now to blight
her life and own the wretched theft.
May you. my bright little woman child
live on i'll the thought that you retain the
tickle thing you prize SO much may you
never lose faith in Will, as Will has lost
faith in himself.
You found me sorely i'll need of affec-
ton, and care, and kindness, and you gave
them to me.
You have often laughed and called your
self my second mother; you, child-like and
innocent as you are, gradually taught me to
walk on path which you lit by your love;
and will not give you in return-a blow.
No, no, my poor Emily!
But the boys love is dead, dear-it was
transient. The mans love is born-it is
eternal.
"What great difference there is between
them--all the RESERVATIONS which won the
boys affection fad lit vapid nothings be-
fore the gracss of the being now adore.
Emily was pleasing, pretty girl. She
"a woman devoid of woman's blemishes.
Gradually has the knowledge that love
her dawned upon me-the formation of the
mad passion itself, which verges on idolatry,
has been so too beginning with deep ad-
miration of her loneliness from that to ad-
miration far more deeply of the refined
beauty of her mind.
Miss Bentley! The words to me are
poetry. and an echo answers from my heart
when l speak that name, or hear it spoken.
Looking at it upon this page, it seems to
me as some sweet thought expressed in
mysterious language, which alone under
stood.
How irresistible is her power over me!
A word from her turns certainty into doubt;
glance skaters what in the past seemed
l~srv CHI klak, -
she sees it.
"She has peopled my brain with new
thoughts has clothed the world, humanity,
and all inanimate things in fresh clothes,
sweeter and purer than those in which
knew them first. She has made me look
into my. soul-has, in truth, introduced me
to myself. 81
II have loved her with open eyes have
loved to imagine her gratitude or pity.
Sel6shly have thought that I could re-
sign my life to behold those heaven-like
eyes shedding one tear for me.
Though it is hopeless, and wrong to
poor Emily, and though my future must be
embittered, glory in this exquisite
thought. To think that / might have
died without knowing her, and through
knowing her, myself, is a more bitter re-
Election than any even my deep sadness can
fashion.
My worship of Miss Bentley is double
love-I love the love bear her
To what end am writing this2 The
qualification of whim. The words have
penned are-so wildly distributed is my
mind badly chosen, the ideas which fit
through my brain come too quickly, and
give place to others too rapidly to allow me
to express them all, while even those that /
can seize are far beyond my power to trans
late into words.
what write is real. l feel that should
it ever be perused. /, my love, and the thou
sand words unwrittsn here W. UNDER
stood
"In her library there is q bLsx ~ IA tells
of learned Benedictine. burned with love
how he confessed 1t TO himself. to God,
and earth--to himself in his lonely cell
to God in his wild, lamenting prayers
cal tn by burying in its breast the written
revelations he deemed unholy.
And he buried the story of his fierce
passion under the ground on which his
abbey stood, SO will bury the grand secret
Of my life under the ground of the Priory
.uins. sss-
May God forgive me if I love too deeply.
Nay God watch over and protect His grand
st work Miss Bentley"
With that blessing Wills strange manu-
crint andad