Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-11-13
You will not leave US tonight said tho
widow.
i have not yet seen my parentsl Faro
well L..

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Lutte; she even pressed his hand; but it was
sisteriy pressure only. in which warmer
feeling had no place. | saw BY his coun-
tcnancc that he was aware of this, and that
1t added wings to the speed with which he
left the cottage.
My repast ended, retired to a small but
exqulsteIy neat chamber on the ground
lloor OF the cottage, the window Of which
looked towards the river. But sleep. Ikea
IA Sc friend, fled at my greatest need. Nv
mind, excited by the unmeritcd misfortune
OF one whom had but seen 10 admire, held
me as though spell.bound to the lattice. the
! view from whence of the beautiful valley
sleeping in the pale moonlight, was far more
attractive than a slumberess couch! In this
contempIatve mood, time stole away unno-
ted when was startled by hearing the door
Of the auberge gently opened, and some
one issue forth looked anxiousv from
the easement: it was Justine herself gliding
like spirit towards that stream on which
had been gazing. Good Heaven. VIVA,
could be her purpose Was it possible that
the story Of her undeserving abandonment
had wrought in her fevered brain vision
of seIfdcstruction! The thought was hor.
rible, without moments hesitation sprang
through the window, and holding my
course in shadow, tracked her Stepts TO-
wards the cottage Of Aynaud.
1t stood on the very margin u the
river. Tho situation, the hour. her look ot'
deep abstraction, az med!tating pcrchauce,
on the fatal plunge-a!l appeared to
strengthen ny fearful conjecture; and
-pl =
forth my arm, in the intensity Of my feei.
lngs, to arrest her seeming purpose. But
how had my suspicious wronged this noble
minded, this Incompatible girl At the
moment when my heart fiuttcred at every
motion, beheld her sink upon her knees,
and, caspinG her white hands in an atii-
tude of supplcaiion, lift her sweet ewes to
Heaven, as if to invoke blessing on that
union which had marred her faircst hopes.
saw her lips move: and though the ac-
cents reached me not, the intelligence. the
expression Of that angel countenance could
not be mistaken. 1t was a study for
painter, if indeed the art Of man could
depict the traits Of Heaven.
was lost in admiration. in wonder,
when loud shrek from the aubcrge dis.
persed the lovely vision. With the swift.
ness Of a lapwing Justine fled back to the
house. while |. more cautious in nv speed,
regalned my apartment by the window,
unperceved. twas the poor widow, who,
awaklng and missing her daughter had
raised that wild cry Of dread. almost Of
despair. A few words from Justine seemed
to tranquilizc the feelings of the aconized
mother, They mingled their tears awhile,
and then | will hope, slept; if not, their
grief at least was silent.
| rose early in the morning. but Justine
had been long up, and busted in her do
mesrc affairs, serene and tranquil as though
not breeze mad rutficd the calm currrn;
of her peaceful mind. To have attempted
counsel or CONSOLATION would have been
TO Insult The feelings Of ore whose own
heart was her best aad srres, monitor
After partaSinG, therefore, OF 4 breakfast.
the grapes for which | found Lad cost
Justine a long rambe. departed Oh nv
way. well content to leave her to the
guidance Of her own purity and the pro-
tectn@ love Of one Of the most atfectionatc
Of parents
Circumstances led me at the close Of al.
tumn to retrace part OF nv former rouIe;
and an undated interest in the fortunes Of
Justine attracted my steps once more 10
the little auberce. which through every
atter-scene had still been present to nv
memory. was received with the grateful
smiles that seldom fail among these simple
minded people, to repay any attachment
on the part of stranger. Justine was
still pale. but the recovered chcerfu.ncss
and animation of the old woman, seemed
To indicate reviving hope and expectation.
Had doubted this, it had soon been con-
tirmed.
1t was evening when arrived. and l
was vet conycrslng with Justine, when my
old friend Henri entered the cottage. His
fine manly features We're bright with health
and good humor: and whether il was that
Justine was gratifcd by his delighted re.
cognition of the traveller whom he had
guidcd.a smile also stole over her beautiful
countenance. But it was something more.
The worth Of the vonng soldier was
slowly but secretly cffacing the impression
of misplaced attachment.
Poor Arnaud exclaimed Henri
What Of him. cried the old woman.
Oh. nothing new. save that his grapes
are sour AMI his shrew Of wife. sourer
still. lie is the verest slave that lives"
He ever was. said the dame, "a slave 10
his own greedy desire Of gain; for that
he has sold what nothing can replace
the peace of his own heart Oh my son.
learn from this to be content with
Justine and love- exclaimed the youth;
but that were imDuSSibe Content is too