|Newspaper Title||Bathurst Free Press and Mining Journal (NSW : 1851 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||Bride's Promise|
It was early spring ; the snows and frosts were giving place to 'genial sun-) shine, and in sheltered 'nooks the purple violets were peeping out from the hedge banks, while the birds sang joyously, re joicing, that winter was gone, and spring, soft,' gentle spring, had come at last. Sir Gerald, the last of the Haughtons, had been dead for more than a year, and Bride still lived in the deepest seclusion at Haughton — pale, sad, and sorrowful, rarely going beyond her own gates, ex cept on Sunday, when many eyes rested on the fair young widow, looking all the fairer and paler for her black dress, as she went up to the Haughton pew, lonely and sad, the shadow of a sorrow deeper than widowhood resting in her grave, earnest eyes, that so seldom smiled, for night and day the one thought was ever present that some day Jack would come again, and how was she to meet him ? Meanwhile Jack Beresford had seen the announcement of. Sir Gerald's death. His first sensation was one of joy, for Bride, his first and last love, was free again, and a strange thrill of hope shot through his heart as he looked down at the little pearl ring that she had given him which .was hanging at his watch chain. Recalling the events of the. night of the ball, he smiled softly to himself. -- She shall be mine,' be said. .' I will win her yet,'
Poor Jack! He little knew tbat he was separated from Bride for ever by a vow that could never be broken, that was strong and impassable as death itself. ?* * * * (To be continued.)