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"But why did you not at least answer his letter?"

"Because his acceptance was made the condition of an answer; a

negative one was not expected, and I had no other to give."

"Pardon me, Beulah; but why do you not love him?"

"A strange question truly. My heart is not the tool of my will."

"Beulah, do you intend to spend your life solitary and joyless, cut

off, as you are here, from society, and dependent on books and music

for sympathy? Why will you not marry Reginald and make his home

happy?"

"Eugene, I have told you before that I could not accept him, and

told you why. Let the subject drop; it is an unpleasant one to me. I

am happier here than I could possibly be anywhere else. Think you I

would marry merely for an elegant home and an intellectual

companion? Never! I will live and die here in this little cottage

rather than quit it with such motives. You are mistaken in supposing

that Mr. Lindsay is still attached to me. It has been nearly two

years since he wrote that letter, and from Georgia I hear that the

world believes he is soon to marry a lady residing somewhere near

him. I think it more than probable the report is true, and hope most

sincerely it may be so. Now, Eugene, don't mention the subject

again, will you?"

"It is generally believed that he will be elected to Congress; next

month will decide it. The chances are all in his favor," persisted

Eugene.

"Yes; so I judged from the papers," said she coolly, and then added:

"And one day I hope to see you, or rather hear of you, in Washington

by his side. I believe I shall be gratified; and oh, Eugene, what a

proud moment it will be to me! How I shall rejoice in your merited

eminence."

Her face kindled as she spoke; but the shadows deepened in his

countenance, as he answered moodily: "Perhaps I may; but fame and position cannot lighten a loaded heart

or kindle the sacred flame of love in a dreary home. When a man

blindly wrecks his happiness on the threshold of life by a fatal

marriage, no after exertion can atone or rectify the one mistake."

"Hush! she will hear you," said Beulah, pointing to the little girl,

who was slowly approaching them.

A bitter smile parted his lips.

"She is my all; yet precious as she is to my sad heart, I would

gladly lay her in her grave to-morrow sooner than see her live to

marry an uncongenial spirit, or know that her radiant face was

clouded with sorrow, like mine. God grant that her father's wretched

lot may warn her of the quicksands which nearly ingulfed him." He

took the child in his arms, as if to shield her from some impending

danger, and said hurriedly: "Are you ready to go home?"