Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1839-06-14
NEsEEDAY, JUNE "A, 1889.

less your debtor when The time comes
That You desire TO reclaim it, | will not
withhold its resloration.'
The tears. which sorrow had not wrung
from Mrs. SlanIey's eyes, now fell fast.
from gratitude. She pressed Mrs. Cliff
tons hand in hers, and said, in low voice.
you have caused The widows heart 10
sing for joy may heaven reward you for
your Kindness
Clara, incapable of restraining herself
longer, threw her arms round her neck,
and sobbed out, oh, Madam, you have
saved me from despair.
Mrs. Clifton, who attributed her words
to The natural regret of young and ardent
heart, on the prospect OF quitting the home
of childhood, warmly returned the involun
tary embrace, ard bid her call back her
smiles, and be ready to accompany her on
the morrow in a botanical excursion. -
When she rose to depart Edward rose also
to accompany her home. He was no
longer gloomy and reserved. lie no longer
looked upon her as an cnchantress, moving
high above him. IN region of inaccessible
light and splendor, but as n woman, en-
dowed with all the warm and lovely sensi-
bilities of her seX--a being whom he nigh.
dare to love, though he could never hope
to obaln--who might forgive the homage,
even though she rejected the worshlpper.
Had not the humility, always an accom-.
panlment OF deep md fnrvcnt passion, ruled
his perceptions. he might have doryrd an
| inspiration for his hopes, from the softcnod
language OF her eyes, language which
others bad not been slow in ttans'atnr.
They entered the magnificent saloon. The
contrast its still gdcd walls presented TO
the ogltating scene they had left, was felt
by both.
'Desolate is the dwelling Of Morrr.
said she, in an accent half sad and hall
sportlve, silence is in tie house of her
fathers
'DweIIs there no Joy in song, white hand
of the harp Of Lutha'' continued Edward.
IN the same poetic language, and drawing
the harp towards her. It Is always delight.
fu to find the train Of our own thoughts
pursued by friend proving that we think
in unison. Mrs Clifton felt this as she
swept her hands over the chords, and
called forth that sweet and impassionnd
melody peculiar to the daughters OF Italy.
She paused, and her dark eve rested a
moment on the face of her auditor. It.was
partly shaded bv his hand, and she saw
mat he was overcome by some powerful
emotion. Again she sang, but her voice
was low, and she ceased al length as i
weary of the effort.
'4ou seem spell bound by the genius OF
silence said She 4 should be wrong To
break the charm
Il know ! must appear more than stupid,
replied he, when there is every thing
around 70 inspire mo. Eut my feelings
have been deeply oppressed by anxiety, md
the weight Of anxiety has been removed
by debt of gratitude, which. however
pleasing and gracefully imposed is only
too deeply felt
'Oh let not your pride be Jealous Of the
happiness | have dared bis day to purchase
What have done for You and yours, half
so precious to YOUR remembrance. as to
mine? Your sisters fearful blessing, your
mothers hnl'owed prnycrr
She spoke with such fervor ard sensbil.
ty. and her conntenanco was lighted up
with such an exalted expression, Edward
was scarcely able TO restrain the imretu-
Gus impulses OF passion that urged him on.
The confession trembcd on his lips, but
pride and poverty, two stern monitors,
stood by his side, and forbade The avowal
OF his madness aud presumption.
No! SAID he tn himself, let me live on
in the silence and secrecy Of homeless de-
volion. rather Than by unguardcd rashness
risk the loss of that confidence so danger-
Gus, yet so delightful. She allows me to
be hev friend. Let me never dare aspire
to be more
Thus reasoned Edward Stanley, and thus
he schOOled the language OF his llps--but
the passion denied u,'erancn in words,
flashed from his eyes, and moduated every
, accent of his voice. He looked back upon
this evening passed alone with Mrs. Cliff
ton, amidst the breathlngs of poetry and
: music, and eXulted in the reflection that he
q had not comitted himself by any act Of m.
prudence he might hereafter valny rue -
/ Sometimes his feelings rose up against
Clara. for the selfish vanity that bad led
her to sacrifice the fortune that might have
placed him above he suspicion OF merCena
. ry motives, but her indispensable sorrow
1 tor her transgressl ION, would not allow him
n 10 cherish any resentment towards her.--
r Sometimes too his conscience reproached
o hIm for the part he was acting towards
, Fanny, the idol of his boylsh tancy--bul
=, every hour passed in her presence, con.
n WINGED him that she looked upon him more
I as brother than lover, and wrapped in
q a mantle Of cons, nutoual Intolerance, she
seemed scarcely aware of the wandering OF
his heart.
'Oh! am so glad you are not going 10
r leave US! do not know how | should live
U without you and Clara.
s Fanny's most ardent expression in Joy
r and sorrow, was, i am so glad--l am SO
@ sorry 1t was grea, deal for her to say
d but she looked at Clara exactly as she
e did at him. and Edward, whose heart wa.
now enlightened felt that she Gid not love