Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-12-08
| engaged. And yet, have womau's curiosity to

heart!
'And does she love you so very much p
Il have dared TO hope and believe so.'
'She has NOT confessed it then. All a maiden
should never tell her love-
But there was no need /; il Is a language, the
signs OF which are easily interpreted without the
aid of Words
when one loves again,' said Corintha half
sadly, but not else and it is best So But you
have not told me ALL Myron; come, confide in
me as OF old, and | may soothe if cannot help
you
Yes, it seems natural to tell you everything
Although you were much younger than myself, |
remember that from n child ] always came 10 you
in all my little trials and troubles, aud your kind
voice never failed to comfort although it could
not always relieve me-
All! those were happy tines said The girl
But you have not yet told me what it is that
grieves YOU
1T is an old tae,' said the Greek 'the father
OF my gentle lone is rich, and will not give her to
me TIL | have realized certain sum which will
require years of toll and industry to effect
But you are young and she will be faithful
1T may be so, and yet il is hard TO think that
even II all should he well in the end the glorious
sunshine of our youth will have passed away new
err 10 return Or, worse still, that in the interval
death or change may render vain the labor Of half
a life ime.'
Nay | have no doubts, said Corintha she
VIII DC yours, and sooner, perhaps than you think
Tor; or If 1t be otherwise hearts never grow old,
or change or once loving, cease to Ioyr, while life
renalnS have no belief in the word faitbless-
ness
The Greek girls was a sweet creed, although
somewhat wild and savorng slightly of idolatry {;
WIN lew exceptions it is that of the young TO this
day.
'Bui lone is not like YOU replied her compan
child
But the child, when she loves becomes wp.
man Myron, She will make oil the better vito
Tor 1t, especially to you, who do love your own
way little. | had almost forgotten that am
keeping you lrom her now ; but you will come IL
gan soon, aud tell me how you prosper
The Greek promised and amid ali his fears for
The iniure he left her with light heart. Per-
hnps he had lancied to himself the stately beauty
oI tue young Corinths bowed down by anguish
and disappointment had been haunted by u dim
recollection of words spoken years ago, which
should have found no utlerance had thew meant
nothing, or ieaed 10 meet the passionate reproach
es OF eyes that had or he merely imagined it, SO
long sought his IN lrustlul love. Alas for mans
vanity, 1t It was thus there is but one thing more
powerful and that is, woman's pride
1t was strange caprice, but that night when
she retired TO her own apartment, the girl sought
the rude casket " bic contained her little ,owry.
and smiled as she clasped the bracelets of massive
gold upon her slender wrist and braided her dark
muir WIN gems OF no mean value. 1t might have
been at her own radient beauty, and that needed
no ncretrlclous ornament to increase its lusre
or she was calling to mind, perchance, the might
when she wore them last, and how many had said
that The poilers daughter of CorntIi should have
been queen And one--but no matter what the
words we're now, since he, too, has forgotten
them. Presently, as though the within had pass
Ell away, Corntha unclasped the bracelets from
her arms, kissed them passionately, for they were
a dead mothers Legacy, and replacing them in the
casket retired to rest.
The following morning she quilted the house
soon after day break, aud was absent until the
evening, when she returned weary and disnp
pointed.
= Six months murmured The girl, it seems
long time TO wat but cannot manage any bet
ter, or could wish the trial sooner over. Il will
pass quickly enough to them
Yes, half year is soon over when we are
happy; but 1t is weary work for the wretched TO
count lis leaden footed hours and TO say in the
morning, Would to God it were night = umd at
night, Would TO God it were morning again p
NO wonder they should deem it an age. But it
passed away at length, and Oh the very day of lis
expiration, we return TO oar Legend and lis young
heroine, the potter's daughter of Corinth who sat
as usual, busy, with her household task looking Il
little tired, which well might be- for she had been
Out ever since the dawn, but with an expression
oil Joy almost divine upon her brow and lips
Presently the door opened quickly aud a fair
gentle eyed girl stood lingerngy on the thresh-
hold, as if half afraid TO enter. Corlntha turned
pale and trembed too, but it was but Tor n mo-
ment, and then she came forward smilingIy mud
spoke to the young stranger in her kind, sweet
voice -
We should know one another, think said
she. You are the beloved OF Myron, and the
daughter OF Dibutades, and his earliest irlend'
Yes, he often SPEAKS of you and many an
hour have sat and watched for you to 20 past,
that might see i! you were really as beautiful as
lie described. Bat you looked kind aud gentle
too, aud so forgive me if sought You out in my
troubles, having no one else in whom dared con
fde.'
My poor lone what troubles can YOU have.
blessed with his Affection?
All that is the very thing. How wish that
he had loved you instead; he would have been
much happier and the girl bowed down upon
her hands and wept.
This is a fearful jest said Corntha wildly
but the pale face OF lone rebuked her for the
thought, ani, illngng her arms cares>ugly around
her, thcy mingled their tears together.
I" How kind Of you thus TO feel for one who is
almost stranger 10 YOU exclaimed the girl, at
length knew, was sure, it would he 80 he
always said how good and compassionate you
were
But you have not told me what brought you
mere, Interrupted her companion, somewhat I'M
patiently.
What but my fears for him-for Myron. who
Is lost, if you aid mo not. You alone can save
him.
know H. replied Cornha, aud have area-
dy done So
'Ah and he consents. lie will yield me up !
me gods he thanked! although care not now
how soon they take me To lhemselyesr
W hat strange mystery is This p asked her COM
pnnion, with white ond quiyering lips sYou. so
young, so loved, and yet wish tor death ?,
Did /? Ii was sinful thought knew NOT
what said. And yet it is better to die llan 10
live alone in the world.
Far better : exclaimed CornIIIa, eagerly. But
your mind wanders, my poor child This eren,
Joy has been too much for y0u'
Yes, it is joy to know that have emancipated
him from tho weary bondage that was consuming
his young life hour by hour. That after time
he may be haPpy-~he may even love again. And
YET the triumph, after all, was not wholly mine
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