San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-11-15
LURED AWAY,
or,
The Story Of a Wedding Ring
BY CHARLOTTE NJ. BRAEME.

famous pictures OF Mary Md9ualeue. one
had eyes of an indescribable violet hue,
with golden light in their clear depths;
they were bright and proud, but the long
silken lashes softened them into wOndrOus
beauty. Her brOws were straight, and her
forehead was white, rounded at the tenn
pies, and full of ideality. She had ripe red
lips, the upper one short, the lower one
full-a beautiful mouth that would have
made even plain face lovely; the chin
was delicately moulded, and the curves of
the neck and shoulders were full of grace.
Ismay Waldron was that most perfect
of all poems-a beautiful woman. Her
dress was quite plain, but the homely ma
terial only showed the marvellous beauty
of her girlish figure to greater advantage.
The hand that shaded her eyes was white
and graceful. One might have wondered
how shelving in cottage, the wife of a
man who worked hard for his daily bread
came by this dainty beauty, this deli
cate, graceful loneliness that would have
been fit dowry for a queen.
Suddenly her eyes frightened, and a
low musical laugh came from her lips
She heard her husbands footsteps, saw
him in the distance, and fastened to meet
him.
Paul Waldron had the true Norman type
of face-dark, handsome, full of fire and
power. He had dark eyes from which an
undaunted soul looked out on the world,
dark hair that clustered round noble
head firm, well-closed lips, a tall, manly
figure, a free, Independent carriage and
bearing, as though he felt himself to be
any mans equal-and so indeed he did.
His whole face changed and softened
when he saw his beautiful young wife.
You are waiting for me, my darling"
he said-"waiting and watching for me-"
She clasped her little white hands round
his arm, and they walked slowly home to-
gether.
you have not been dull to-day, Ismay,
/ hope?" said the young husband, ques-
tioningly.
Not more dull than usual" she replied
"Oh, Paul, make haste to be rich, and let
us leave this quiet, homely little cottage"
His cOuntenance fell as he listened to
her He drew the beautiful face toward
him, and kissed it with a passion that
knew no words.
My darling wife. to me this little cot
tage is more beautiful than palace; that
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our home. DoyOu not love it alsO?"
She smiled carelessly.
Yes: but cannot go into raptures over
it. When we have a grand mansion-a
large house full of all kinds of beautiful
things-then shall be as charmed as ever
you wish me to be"
But. Ismay, l must work long and
hard, dear, before attempting to find you
a large house. Will you never be happy
or content until them"
A slight shadow came over her face.
MY darling" he continued, earnestly,
"yOu will never-Oh, believe me!-yOu will
never be happier than you are now. You
have sunshine and music all the day long;
the birds sing to yOu the little brook there
murmurs sweetest melody. | am no post,
Ismay-nOt even an educated man-but
can hear all these. You have bright flow
ers, the beauty of the morning heavens,
the glory of the sunset, the long cleaning
and soft dewy nights. You will never be
happier, sweet"
With a careless smile she looked into his
earnest face.
II should like large house best" she
said
81 have you here all to myself" he re-
sumed my beautiful bird of bright
plumage, and I can worship you as 1 do
Your beauty makes my heart glad-your
love makes earth like heaven to me. But,
if we were rich, and lived in the great
world. you would belong to 50 many 9th
ers: others would delight in YOUR lowell
ness, and follow you with praise You
knOur tbOCa fnyorita limos of nlina Ism nv
Its in your eyes, my sweetest love,
My only world see:
Let but their orbs in sunshine move,
And earth below and skies above
May fTOwn or smile for me
should not like my beautiful wife to be
admired by all the world. / am jealous,
and would fain keep her all to myself"
THAT is just what would please me, "
she said. Il long for this beautiful great
world you seem to despise The idea OF
passing my whole life in this pretty little
cottage does not content me. | feel like a
bird-I would fain stretch my wings and
fly away" She looked laughingly at him
DO you not think am right, Paul? An
swer me-"
mo" ne replied "A woman should be
content with the love and admiration she
wins in her own home"
81 do not think" said Ismay. frankly
speaking, that they will ever content me. ;
She did not perceive how her words
Jared upon his sensitive nature. He had
been holding her tightly clasped in his
arms, but now he let his arms fall nerve
lessly. She looked up at him again with
a smile that was beautiful to behold.
"Will it be so very long before you are
rich, Paul?"
81 cannot tell, Ismay. Atpresent ! have
but little chance. l am Squire Schofield's
steward. | keen his woods in order. anC