The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-07-14

count some time, when the seer cts of all
lives shall be revealed-how many fathers.
perhaps some mothers; but women being
less selfish than men, these are rarer-
with the very best intentions, ha 70 done the
same.
He had killed her killed the spring of
youth and life within her, not merely bv
lawful, open opposition = though that
would have been cruel enough-but by q
mean, underhand, cowardly blow. side
thrust which there was no parrying. By
him, worldly man as he was, probably the
thing was not realized in its full enormitv.
How could he, or such as he, understand
the loss of love-the one blessing which
makes life sacred and beautiful? Or per-
haps he thought, like other worldly people,
that worldly blessings are all in gil, and
that he was actually doing his daughter
kindness in keeping her in the sphere she
was born to; saving her from sacrificing
herself to man OF no wealth and no no.
sition, decidedly her inferior in the mar
riage barter, who, while she gave him ey-
erything, had nothing on earth to offer her
except love, which was a commodity of no
weight at all with Mr.. Kendall.
be that as it may, he had killed her. OF
course, there is this to be said, why had
she the weakness to let herself be killed?
Why did she take her lovers loss so pass
iyely, and so INTERESTINGLY allow herself to
be married to another? Why, in short, suffer
herself to be made a mere victim to cir
cumstances when she should have risen
above them, rs q strong, brave human be-
ing, whether woman or man, ought to do;
fight her own battle, and assert her right to
live out her own lie in her own way.
whether she married John Stenhouse or
no'2
Alas, the question is answered by hun
dreds of victims-men and women, but
especially women-to whose weak lelp-
lessness might has become right, and cow
ardice appeared like dutful submission.
Pass on, pale ghosts, sad shadows of lives
that might have been made so happy and
SO fair; God will remember you, poor suf-
fering ones! But how as to those who
have caused you to suffer?
/ think, if there ought to be GeE emma
upon earth-for mortal justice must not
presume to create Gehennas afterward-it
should be opened for the punishment of
tyrants-domestic tyrants.
Emily Bowerbank sat till daydawn with
out attempting SO much as to stir. Bewil-
dering, delirious thoughts swept through
her poor brain she who was not much
given to think, but only to feel. Whether
she fully realized her own position all
she was and all she had lost; whether, in
those long still hours, she went over and
over again, in maddened fancy, the con-
trast between her calm, cold, respectable
marriage with honest John Bowerbank-
thank heaven, she felt he was not to blame.
he never could have known anythiug-and
marriage with every pulse of her heart
happy and at rest; every aspiration of her
soul satisfied: her nature developed, and
her mind strengthened fitted for veal or
woe, labor or ease, peace or perplexity, as
she would have been had she become the
wife of John Stenhouse this was
never revealed.
She said nothing and did nothing; what
was there to do or say? She blamed no
one, not even herself; it was too late now.
Everything was too late. She felt in @
vague, childish sort of way, like one of
the foolish virgins" whom she had always
been SO sorry for as q child; her lamp, too,
had gone out, and could never be relighted
The door of life was shut, not TO be
opened more.
Till day dawned-the dreary, drizzly
London day-she sat over her fathers
desk, not attempting, however, to search
farther, or to arrange anything more.
Then, with a sudden fear of the servants
coming in and finding her there, she Iur-
riedly swept all the letters into drawer,
ali but the letter, which she took away
with her-it concerned nobody but her
self-and crept noiselessly away to bed.
Next day, according to her husbands de-
sire. Lady Bowerbank started for Liver
pool. 1t was we'll she did, for immedi-
ately on her reaching home she had
somewhat severe illness, a kind of low
gastric fever, which was rather prevalent
at the time. No one wondered at 1t, and
everybody sympathized with her. Dear
Lady Bowerbank!" they said, in talking
her over, she was such delicate, tender
creature; and what great shock it must
have been for her, the death of her poor
dear father"
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