Alice Wilde: The Raftsman's Daughter. A Forest Romance

ng in soft tints through the curtains, fell upon many pictures and objects of taste and art, and all that lavish richness of plenishing to which wealthy Gothamites are prone-but up

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tly that she was unaware of his presence until he spoke, a

, Phi

er name, but recovered her haug

u when you are standing. You look too cold and too im

ed with the diamond ring upon her finger. She looked cool and quiet enough to dampen the ardor of h

! I can not bear

well to take any pleasure in giving him

e," she began after a few moments, "and I have satisfied m

s not put itself in the scales and

than of any other living man, except my father; I would rather marry you than any other man, if you had the wealth necessary to support me in the station for which only I am fitted. A young man, w

arcastic,

til it is barely sufficient to keep up the house in the old style. If I would still preserve

ou can resign a

I had a sister, a woman when I was a child-you remember her, do you not? she married against his will, married poor, and tried this '

rs his children as slaves to be sold to the highest

p." The black eyes were

d just now, you know. You can not s

ay yet see some one whom I can really respect and love, who has also the fortune you lack; if not, I shall accept some one for glory's sake, and let the love go! Don't look so scornful, Phil. I have beauty, fashion

, a man, upon whom such cold duties are supposed most naturally to devolve, will be taught by you, a soft, tender woman, who looks as

was already opening the door into the hall

it in their power to bestow, I must make haste after wealth," and he looked down bitterly

from you?" she a

o achieve that which will recommend

d rejected him sank down in the nearest seat. She had never seen him look more-as a woman is proud to have a man look-handsome, self-reliant,

my own disposition; I should fret at the chains which limited my power. And I am used to every indulgence. I

een aroused, he found a letter from a friend who had emigrated westward three years previously, forsaking the law for speculations in pine-lands and lumber, merchandise, etc. He was doing well, was getting rich in seven-league str

off the dust from his feet as he left the great metropolis, and

ard, ugly and old, was come into the market, and she was among the bidders. Let us leave Virginia Moore, and return to that western wildern