Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1889-07-05

enaue OIL large OAK Tree, the evening sun
In its full splendor making everything
bright. The next moment he was kneeling
at her feet.
You are not in your right place, dar-
ling. Your place is in my pretty cottage
that must be your home. You shall be
my queen, and l will work for you as no
man ever worked before, because l love
you as no man ever loved"
He wooed her as women are seldom
wooed, with such eloquence and truth,
such love, such tenderness. that she could
not resist him. His handsome face, his
musical voice, his devotion, all touched
her heart as nothing else could have done.
She was too beautiful not to have many
admirers, but none of them had pleased
her. This handsome young keeper, with
his dark eyes and thrilling voice, was quite
different. His great passionate love
touched her-his utter and entire devotion
fiattered her; beside which he talked OF
one day being rich, and that was the one
grand wish of her heart. She knew that
she was beautiful. To have her beauty
adorned by costly dresses and rich jewels,
to live in a grand house, to have servants
to wait upon her, seemed to Ismay Hope
the very acme of bliss.
ono ulu"IDS oLOp W uON
airy after all was Paul's idea of growing
rich. He would show her occasionally
models of steam-engines or Of looms, and
tell her that a patent for this invention
and that improvement would make him a
wealthy man. He painted the future for
her in glowing colors, and after many
months of chivalrous wooing he persuaded
her to be his wife.
hid ba lOva him MANY tirnec In
the dark after years Ismay WaIdron asked
herself that question. She believed she
did; his devotion, the fiattery of his great
love, was as needful to her as the air she
breathed. 1t was grand thing, too, to
win the love of the handsome keeper; all
the young girls envied' her She did not
dislike the idea of being her own mistress.
Mrs Hope had always been very strict
with her; the cottage, moreover, was
pretty home; and then Paul loved her So
oh, how dearly he loved herl She was
very young to marry, but Mrs. Hope
seemed to think that did not matter.
81 shall die easier, child, when my turn
comes" she said, eff l have left you in the
charge of a good man."
Would she ever have chance of doing
betters 1t did not seem probable. The
inhabitants of Ashburnham were quiet,
prosaic people. They admired her bright
beauty, but they were not of the kind who,
looking in a fair face, forget the whole
world" The young squires and farmers,
with most laudable intentions, always, to
use their own expression, married
money" they admired pretty faces, but
they required something more. The men
who looked up to her with nest admir-
alton were not men whose position had
any attractions for her.
She thought long and seriously over the
matter There were many old maids in
Ashburnham, and to Ismay, so bright and
beautiful. so full of vitality, their lot
seemed almost uncomfortable. Then few
strangers ever came to Ashburnham.
She might spend her life there and never
have another offer of marriage so good III
this.
1t was prosaic way of looking at the
matter She repeated the question to her
self-Should she ever do betterf Not there,
in that quiet little town; it was not prob
able. So one bright summer morning
Ismay became Paul Waldron's wife, and
he took her home to his pretty cottage
CHAPTER III.
Paul Waldron had won the girl he loved;
for few weeks he was perfectly happy,
and then clouds, light as the breath of the
summer wind, came over his sky.
He thought his forest home so beautiful.
He was so content with it that he won
dered his wife was not the same. She was
always asking him about the great world,
longing to be in the midst of it, and he
could not understand her.
az have no desire for life, Ismay outside
my own home. Why are you ever wishing
for change.
He was too earnest even to understand
her lighter nature; her wonderful beauty
had so completely charmed him that he
could not see her deficiencies of character.
Her discomfort troubled him: it seemed to
him a want of love-and yet she must, she
did love him.
They had been married a year when
their little child was born, and Paul
thought t,may would grow more content
then. She loved the child very dearly, but
not with the passionate devotion some
mothers give to their children. She was
not heroine, she would never have been
martyr; but she was wOndrOusly lovely,
gifted with marvellous grace, and Paul
w aldron loved her.
Ismay WaIdron was far from faultless
She was vain of her own loneliness.
She lOnged with the whole strength OF
her soul for wealth. She envied those who
were rich and powerful. She was worldly
in her way, ambitious, and always craving
for one thing-riches. Yet she was anna.
BILE and gentle, with a sweet caressing
manner that was both irresistible and
charming.
She was vain of her own beauty. She
would look at her face in the mirror and
say to herself:
Mrs Scholteld is not one half so fair,
yet she is the wife of rich squire and
wears Jewels and satins. Thew tell ms
some OF the greatest ladies in the land are
plain of face. Yet beauty is a power. 1t
won Pauls love for me-what would it
not win for me if l went into the world
where men pay such homage to it?"
The little cottage that Paul had taken
such pains to make beautiful and pleasant
| seemed so insignificant in her eyes. She
disliked the daily duties that should have
been so welcome to her.
II do wish, Paul, that had a servant to
do this for me- she would say.
And then Paul against his better judg-
| ment. found servant to relieve her of the
greatest part of her work. Perhaps that
was one of the most unfortunate things he
could have done. No one can be really
unhappy or disconnected who is constant
ly employed. Ismay had ample time now
for her dreams and fancies.
Yet, despite ALL she loved Paul, and she
valued his love. She appreciated his en-
tire devotion. IF l were to ask him to
give me his life" she said to herself, with
complacent smile, she would do it."
She had yet to learn that men of Paul
Waldron's stamp held many things dearer
than life.
Their child grew and throve. The beau
tiful summer came round; the world was
all fair and bright, the flowers were in
bloom, and the birds singing gayly in the
trees. There were times when the young
man forgot the light shadow on his nome,
forgot that his beautiful wife was vain and
discontinued. forgot everything except inc
heaven of beauty around him, and the
heaven that shone in her face: and then
he wondered at his own happiness, and
was lost when he tried to thank Heaven
for il.
One night he came home, looking so IN
usually pleased that Ismay asked him the
cause.
81 have been working out one of my
ideas" he replied. al have said nothing
to you, Ismay; but here is the result Of
some weeks diligent application"
He showed her the model of a steam
engine into which he had introduced an
Improvement so great that If adopted it