Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-02-18
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We must go!'
"Clara," said the squire, he himself as
Stunning tho direction Of affairs, "the
child is right. Let bygoncs DO bygones.
You don't suppose would turn you from
my door,"
Clara looked into his face.
"Havoyou forgivenme, thcn?" said She
Forgiven you? Yes, years and years
ago. Let us DO friends again, Clara.
For his heart ached to SEQ how pale
and wan sho was-how haggard were
her cheeks. and how like smouldering
fires the light burned in the sunken eyes
She told him all that afternoon, while
pretty Isora was stripping the clustered
hops from the vines with q dozen girls rs
pretty and as blooming as herself, how
her life had been an aimlcss wreck how
Carlo Caprivi had been no count after
all, but nameless pretender, with nei-
ther honesty nor money; how he had loft
her with the baby lsora on her hands to
shift as best sho might for herself, and
was killed in gambling brawl; how she
had struggled on for years constantly
feeling herself less ablo to wage unequal
warfare with the world.
Clara" said tho squire, when she had
finished, why didn't you como toner
because | had wronged you 30 deep
ly," she faltered.
You might have known would have
been kind, even to Capriyi's child. Well,
it doesn't matter now. You are here,
and you must stay here. Do you hear
me, Clara? Must! Bless my hearth You'll
grow strong in these country breezes'
and that pale girl Of yours will get color
in her face"
So they staid at the Pendexter farm.
and beautiful Isora Caprivi grew fairer
to look upon with every passing day.
"Clara," said the blunt squire one day,
that girl OF yours is prettier than ever
you We're.
81 know it," said Mime. Capriv!.
And us she spoke the words a pang of
jealousy struck sharply through her
heart. Yet was 1t not natural enough
that Squire Pendexter should take note
of Isora's opening loneliness?
And in her room that night Clara
wrestled with her own heart and con-
Quered it.
He will marry Isora," she told her
self "Isora is beautiful, and no is in
the primo of life-it is rs it should be-
while IL am only wreck, waiting on
the shore of time for tho usual billow to
como and sweep me away. God bless his
noble heart! God bless my sweet souled
girl. And God grant that they may be
happy together for many, many long and
happy years.!
Tho squire came to Mme. Caprivi the
next day with rather an embarrassed face.
at is coming" thought Clara; II knew
it would"
"Clara," said he, 1--WE o question to
ask You"
She held out her hand with smile.
"Ask it, then. freely" she said gra-
ciously. :,
"Should be making fool Of myself
if, at my nge, were to marry"
"You would be doing the most proper
and natural thing In the world" Clara
answered. still smiling, although hor
heart seemed to stand still within her.
7 "Then, by Jovc, III risk it, said the
squire jubilantly CLARA, will you have
me? Shall We begin our disjointed lives
over again. my girl:'
Nine. Can1ivi grew pale, tEan red.
"Halloo" said Squire Pendexter, "haye
spoken TOO abruptly? Have you
'No." said Clara family. "But-but
thought it was lsora that You loved"
"Tllen you thought wrong said the
squire lrs!;lv. 81 have never loved any
woman hut you, Clara. and J never
shall" -,
So they were married quietly, and tho
autumn of life shines softly over then
as the yelled sunlight hangs its COLDER
haze over the picked hopfelds of Pen
| dexter farm.
And poor Clara is content at last
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