Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 114: what you’re looking at

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~ Ti2 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. almost thinks it is she who paints pictures and writes rhymes, so does she sympathize with his tastes and give life to his dreams. ‘ When the wedding-party went from the stone cottage, the second day of their marriage, they concluded to pay a flying visit to the castle, as Pennon was anxious to show its beauty to Clematis, and they thought the scenery must be very lovely at that season of the year. Rosalie, for a moment, was loth to return to the scene of her ill conduct, but she overcame the feeling bravely, and be- came secretly anxious to test the strength of her purposes by recalling the temptations of that luxurious home. They found the castle a most charming place to dream away the honeymoon; and there they lingered until the cold winds of November warned them home, They visited the island and held another pic-nic there, and enjoyed every de- lightful day wandering about the grounds. “Do you regret the necessity of parting with this place?” asked Pennon of his bride one day. “T should be glad if you were able to keep it, as it was a . bequest. I do not regret its splendor so much. The old stone cottage in the little valley will always be a sweet place for us to spend our summers in, don’t you think so?” “Ay, very sweet to me, dear Clematis; for it was there - that I found you, my pearl, my star, my wildwood flower.” “ What a habit you have of calling me names,” laughed the happy young wife. - Pennon, when he left upon his artistic excursion, had prom- . ised Mrs. Butterby a story when he should return in Novem- ber. He had not the smallest idea how that story would ter- minate—that it would wind up in stereotyped fashion with a -wedding—but it ended even so, and this that has been told you is the identical tale that he related to her one evening about the first of December, illustrating some of its most strik- ing passages with the loving picture of his beautiful bride, who nestled by his side while he narrated it. “Dear suz !” remarked that good woman, “I never thought none of my boarders would have a true story happen to ’em.” commicloooks.cormn