Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1840-12-10

I'M ''iNi' ohS W uS "lldl SBt tlitiI pIblHiStu
10 be he should like to make her his wife.
He did not see her from that time ill she
was seventeen. 1t was in IA bail room. -
lie was leaning against window in silence
when he raised bis eyes and saw his friend
Frederic ElSington approaching him. His
attention did not long rest Oh Frederic. bnt
was directed 10 female who was leaning
on his arm. lie looked at her as though
he seemed to doubt her being, She was
rather below medium size, but looked
sweet!y dependent on the manly form which
accompanied her. Her counenance was
brilliant and intelligent, and her deep blue
eyes danced in their own sunny light. A
prolusion of dark brown curls fell on the
neck Of alabaster wilderness, OF which gold
chain was the only covering. Frederic
looked exuliEgly at Bernard as he intro
duce6 her, with look that seemed to say
" Is she not all she promised :" Bernard
bowed, but seemed fixed by the power of
her beauty, until the ease with which she
addressed him drew him into conversation,
aud he was as much delighted with the
beauty of her mind, as he had been with
her person. He led her off the next dance,
but when he sought her hand for the one
alter, he sighed when she told him she was
engaged. Then l shall net dance % he
exclaimed.
Caroline blushed, and feared she had
made an impression, which was far from
her object. He seated himself by her sid e
and cont led the conversation until a tall
gentleman claimed her as his partner
Bernard fixed his eyes upon them to detect
II possible, the appearance of passion ex-
lsling between them. He noticed that she
hung with greater degree of earneslness
on the words that fell from his lips, than
from any other. He saw her cheek sntIuse
with bushes when she saw his dark eye
rest upon her. He turned aud sought Fred
ERIC.
Why have you not told me-" he asked
"of the exceeding loneliness of your sister,
or did you wish me TO ENJOY it by surprise
tell you Fred. she Is the very beau ideal
ofmy Imagination. Her face is perfect aud
her form Venus: but uho is 1t that robs
me OF her company"
Bernard noticed the color mantle on Fred
erc's brow, aud his lip curl as he said with
an effort at carelessness, 'somc old school
day friend OF hers
3" Mother, do you say yes?" asked En-
ma Wealerman with earnestness, as she
pressed her ruby lips 10 Tie faded but still
beautiful cheek of her mother.
Mas. Wcsterman embraced her only
child with iervor, and heaved IA deep sigh
as she said, Emma, my chld. your moth
er has and ever will study your highest
happiness, aud especially would | avoid
thwarting your affections. My own misery
both III early and alter lie, should present
me sufficient warning"
Emna raised her head from her mothers
shoulder, where it had been reclining, and
as she fixed her eyes upon her mother said,
Mother, your early history has 10 me ever
been oveishado"ed by mystery. VIII yoI
not make IL clear 10 Inc Z"
. Yes my chlId,' replied her mother,
giving you some sketch Of my early life,
is what have long though, of, aud if You
will come TO me when The sun sets, on the
balcony at the west end of the house, you
may listen to 4 tale OF the mingled happi-
ness and misery OF your mothers younger
days"
At the appointed hour Emma directed
her steps TO the balcony. The sun was just
sinking behind the horrson, aud the sky
was tlnaed with the bright lInls of an au-
tnmnai evening. She was almost lost in
thought when The light footsteps OF her
mother aroused her. aud seating herself by
her side, she thus began
''The events Of my childhood and the I'M
weafied assiduity with which my brother
anticipated aud q a,itled every wish are not
unknown to you, therefore viii say moth
ing tthem but pass on 20 my seventeenth
year. AT this time | loved--yes, deeply, |
madly loved; and the object was every way
worthy the atitcnons OF the best oil our sex.
He was talented and possessed noble
mind, every chord OF which beat IN unison
with my own. And whiie could MOI help
IN the number ot my conqnests,
there was but one that ever touched my
heart. My brother was proud Of my ac-
complishmenls, and anticipated my injury
ing Iashlonably, ana being mistress OF Il
splendid establishment. Albert Wayland
had not wealth, and think the most un-
happy hour my brother ever knew, was the
one in which he discovered my passion Tor
him. He set himself To work to ei adicae
it he knew at that time that your father
loved me, and the first time saw him an
cry, was when expressed my inability to
reciprocate the affection. loved my broth
er, aud his anger SO alarmed me that rash