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


" His voice had that low and ue-like sound,
Whose echo within the heart is found"
is not lnez Audy lovely 7" asked Kate
Morris, as she and Rose were standing to.
ge,her. " Me,hinks, my friend Ernest
owns the syren's spell" Kate spoke play
fully, but not without little mnlicioasness.
She w"s delighted to mortify her proud
companion.
Listen TO me, Kate Morris. j would
rather see my brother, proud and gifted as
he Is, and dearly as ! love him, stretched
in the last deep sleep, than welded to yon
low born girl. You think off bonny bri-.
dal, but mark me, if you dream of one, I
will mar it," Aud with these bitter words,
she swept away.
Catherine stood rs if spell-bouud. Shs
would not believe that such fierce passions
could reign in the hear, of a woman. "Oh.
she cannot hate lnez," was her involunts-
ry exclamation, as she gazed upon The sweet
face of her friend.
"And who does hate one so good and
fnuIlless ~ asked Mrs. Audly who over
heard her. Catharine started, and eager.
ly detailed the conversation that had pass
ed.
God shield her." cried Mrs. Audley,
from the shaft Of wo. 'Tis bitter ha-
tired Miss Laurence bears. She may YET
he humblcd."
The light of winter sunset was glean,..
ing full upon the crimson curtains of gor-
geously furnished room; and gazing ont
upon II, with an eye Of abstraction, was l.
nez Audly. The shadows grow deeper,
and yet she stirred not. She had dashed
the cup.of happiness from her lips. Err
nest had that morning breathed in her ear
the deep passionate words Of love. And
even whilst he won from her the confession
that that love was returned, even then did
she bid him farewell, for ever. 81 will
shame no man." said she proudly; "and
Ernest, Laurence, least of all, you. Go,
win for your bride one amongst the gifted
and beautiful of your own land, and forget
you ever knew one, whose destiny has been
so wayward." And Erpes, went from her,
presence, to roam far from his own home,
so painful were its memories.
And months. rolled on, and Inez's voice
was silent in the song, and her step in the
dance. Shade after shade gathered upon
her white brow, and the rose-tint on her
cheek had long faded away. Day by day,
she administered TO the comfort Of those u
round her, and whispered in tones Of fond.
ness TO the kind friends of her youth but
they saw that change wns upon that young
face.
Ii was midnight, and alone in her cham-
Der, sat Rose Laurence. The moonlight
was cleaning full upon her beautiful face,
ms she fingered, buried in deep thought.
Her windows opened upon "A piazza, and
the soft air of n southern climate, stole gent
ly in. A step startled her, but she was not
given 10 fear, and ere she had time tn re-
treat, the form of Kate Morris, closely muf-
fled, stood before her. Rose started back
in evident amazement at her appearance at.
such an unw0n,ed hour. Catherine was
pale MS death. An exclamation Of alarm,
burst Involuntary from her compnnion.
Nay, Rose Laurence, heed me not. My
cheek may be pale bot the cheek Of one
more gentle and good is paler yet. There.
is one even now, bowing beneath the blast
one sweet flower, crushed, TO earth. Come
with me, Rose Laurence. 10 yon chamber"
pointing to window in Mrs Audly's dwell
ling, (which was adjacenO aud from which
a faint light streamed, "Come, and see the, I,
change your pride has wrought in all TINT
was bright and lovely"
Unable To resist the impetuosity of Cath-
- I...I .t.s uhas. nd
thrown over her, mud awed in spite Of her
self she mechanically followed her through
the garden, that commuvicated with Mrs.
Audly's grounds, and through them to the
house. They entered by side door, and
ascending the staircase, Kate opened the,
door of n chamber, IRON which proceeded
smothered sounds.
Rose Laurence shrunk back appalled, at
the scene before her. She bad been brought,
up in the midst ofluyury aud afiiuence, and
had never seen sorrow or sickness, in any
Of its various forms. Supported in the arms
of the nurse, who was vainly trying to soothe
her wns Inez Audly. Her long hair stream
ed upon the pillow. and her eyes lighted up
with briIliancy, terrifying to the beholder.
Her cheeks were flushed to crimson, and
her voice, once so musical, was pow dis
cordent in its shrillness. The physician
was holding her pulse, and Mrs. Audly
worn out with watching, sIumhered on
distant sofa. Kate approached the bed
and gently took the place of the nurse. l.
nez caught a view Of Miss Lanrence's form
and her wild scream rang for many n week
in the ears Of the prond girl: then she sung
snatches os songs that Ernest had loved,
and turning to her, murmured softly:
alt is beautiful spir, come to watch
over me. Did you ever love, lady love
one, whose place was in stately halls, and
his proud kindred made you rue it." Then