The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-05-01


for safety and comfort.
Three years had gone by, and the name
of lnez Audly was the theme of many a
tongue. Very loving aud winning was
she, as she moved in her beauty through
the wreathing dance, and her adopted
parents aazed upon her with look of
pride; bat dearer, far dearer to their hearts,
was she in the quiet Of their own home
There was yet some chords in life's harp
unbroken, aud her smile was the CLEAN of
brightness in their dwelling. And us she
cheered their loneliness, or kneIl morning
and evening for their blessing, they felt the
twining tic grow still stronger.
"A pnriy at Rose Laurence's How
delightful" exclaimed Catherine Morris,
as she was walking one evening with Inez
Shall you not 60, dear :"
81 do not visit Miss Laurence" replied
Incz and II slight flush passed over her
face.
"Well, that is strange-I though, you
used to know her once"
! So did; but have not visited her
! for nearly three years. They say her
brother has returned. Have you seen him,
Kate ~
" No; but | hear wonders Of him. |
have taken strange fancy into my head,
That destiny will yet weave n spell, to give
both your lives different shadowing.
Fate plays strange tricks sometimes. So
bind up your bonny brown hair, and don
your best attire try TO win this doughty
knight. really believe ] should cry for
joy, to see him leading you gay measure /;
if it were only TO yex his proud sister. For
you, whom | deem the very acme Of good
ness and perfection, ] should think even
Ernest Laurence might, with all his intel
lcc'ual gifts, wear the chains of malrlmony
gracefully"
Inez interrupted her, Catherine, wild
as are your day drenms, your are capable
of feeling deeply. To you, always spenl,
openly-I never shall marry. The blush
of shame shall never stain the cheek OF
any one, however may sacrifice my ow Il
peace, to know that the object Of his af.
feciIon was once an obscure fover girl
even now, subsisiing upon chariiy.-No
l must wander forth through life's paths
with sense Of loneliness ever pressing up
on my heart. Without one kindred tie to
bind me to enrih. And yet ] am not un-
grateful for there are some who love me
well Then, wiping away the tear tha,
dImmed her eye, she added more goily ;
But, kote, you can try your own sweet
powers, and will surely lead one gay
measure at yow bridal. must run home
now. So good bye"
In the height Of youth and beauty, Rose
Laurence moved with stately step, through
the brilliantly lighted apartments OF her
fathers luxurious mansion. But yet there
was something Of pride in The curl of her
lip-of scorn in The glance Of her black eye.
Many one was drawn within the magic
circle she collected around her; but two
stood apart-two whose bearing seemed to
say, that their place should have been by
the side Of one so beautiful. Ernest
Laurence, and bis friend Audly, were
talking over all the scenes Of earlier days,
and needed not when those silyery accents
fell soft upon the ear.
But, Audly, hoped to sec your moth
ar here tonight. ! was always good friends
with her, though so often led you into
halr-breadth 'escapes-why did she no,
GOMEZ"
The brow Of Cons,an; Audly slightly
contracted ms he answered "She visits
but seldom; but you know she will give
yOu a warm welcome To the little breakfss,
room, where she secs all who ere dear to
Der wi,hou, ceremony"