The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1842-04-29
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The dinner hour had long gone by--NIr Belton
who was punctualy itself, did not make his ap-
pourance. vague fjrebodng that some i'll had
beiaen him kept the aOectionate daughter anxious
and uneasy. She had already sen, their servant
to discover some tidngs of him, when Eus,acc's
wel-known step startled her from revere, One
glance at his c0unenance told her of some mis-
fortune, for he was pale as marble, and the traces
of deep agitation were upon his face. She sprung
forward, and AS he claspcd her to his heart, God
be with you, and support you, my poor Ioine,'
burst from his quivcrng lip.
'Eustace dear EusIacel my father! tell me ALL
she graspingy said as she raised her face from his
shoulder, and pressed hen hand to her forehead
'Oh! tell he what has happened-thc worst! the
worst
And tcndcrly did he unfold to the bercaved one
that she stood an orphan in the lone world like
some fair flower which the storm cloud has
rudey burst, she sunk under the shock. Painting
fiji after fiinting fit followed each other in rapid
succession and the remains Of Mr. Bolton had been
laid out in that room where SO often the good old
man had knelt in prayer, ere she awoke to full
conception OF her misery
Terrible was her grief, for she shed no tear, and
the physician who had attended her from child,
feared that 50 fragile would scarce recover the
and sen, them by Aubrey to Miss KIRBY, and then
returned to keep his melancholy watch beside the
couch, upon which lay his beautiful and chosen
one, from whose lip ever and anon broke forth
convulsed sob, although her eyes were closed.
Aubrey esrled Marion Trevor ard Miss Kirby
inst getting out OF the carfl0ge at of the fash
ionabo stores. He fastened forward, and handing
her the note with polite and cold bow, turned to-
wards Marion and enGrd into conversation with
her.
Miss Kirby's hand trcmbed as she took the note,
but as she read as follows she drew down her veil
TO hide the tears that rushed to her eyes.
Nov, my undetermined friend, claim your
promise to VISIT my poor Ioline. BY n dispansa-
ton of providence she has been his day deprived
Of her only parent. She sorely needs some gentle
voice TO speak comfort when her heart seems bro
ken. Do como to her IN her loneliness and you
shall have the warm prayers of
EUsrAcE TREvoR.'
Marion, mus, leave you. and spend the RES,
of the day and probably the night, with a dear
friend of mine who is in trouble
Marion looked surprised, but said nothing, and
urging Constance 10 take the carriage which she de-
clined, bordering in her own mind us to whom it
co1d be.
Miss Kirby, will you permit me to accompany
you--the walk is long one, and / fear that you
will hardly find the house?'
Constance kirby's cheek flushed crimson. and
for the first time for many months feeling of hap
piness strained across her heat, and yet what de-
mon prompted her to draw her form to its full
height and haughlIly decline the profTcrcd escort
lie bit his lip, and without even bow turned
away,--whIlst she passed into the street ere the
color had quite faded upon the fair cheek--ah! how
pride will nerve a woman TO bear well her bitter
part, and smile when the rose wreath lies lrampled
in dust, and the golden strings in life's harp have
become dim and iuneess.
SPY thee put off that most melancholy face mine |
honored cousin shall dance merrily at your bri !
dal yet, and trust me no romance in these DAYS but
ends we'll Come, poor Cato is holding open the
carriage-door with doleu look. So allons. Mon
sieur.
There was profound silence in the darkened
room where lolne Bolton had passed so many hap
Ply hours there stood the arm chair in its uccus-
toned place. The piano was not even closed and
the book over which she had been pouring was still
open upon the table. Her canary her fathers las,
g to his beautiful child hung still in the window.
though as If in sympathy he had hushed his song,
md the old dog had stolen into the house and laid
down by the sofa on which lay Ione, her face
buried in the cushions, whilst Eustace held her |
hand and whispered words of soothing. All! in |
deed
'unbonnd that sweet wreath of home-alas the lonely
hearth ~ |
For moment Eustace quilted his seat as Con-
stance Kirby entered, and then gently raising To-
lines head. he whispered
Z Look, dear one, here is one who will cherish |
you like sister. Miss Kirby, God bless you! for |
coming at this time to the house of mourning
a Constance clasped the desolate girl in her aims
ID tendery kissed her young brow, so painfully
attracted by the anguish of the last few hours
ou are sure of the sympathy of one, who has
self known sorrow, my sweet Ioline,' said she. |
pc and trust me like sister, and let me act as |
oHfor you. will stay with you and you must
wyand love me-
Hlneraised her heavy eyes towards the radiunt
beieS who>o tendelly supported her, and who was