Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1845-11-27
hope. Oh, dearest, is it possible you dis
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mo, no-not distrust?
| Then why not fly at once? You have
said, you have sworn, that you loved-a-
dored me; prove it now. Show me what
you will do for him who has won your
heart p
But, oh to leave my poor old mother,
who lives but in me-but for me cannot,
indeed-indeed | cannotp
'Then am to understand, love, that
am only second in your afections-that, in
short, you spurn the heart and hand lay
at your feet!'
'Oh for Heavens sake do not speak
such cruel words-I-oh, what shall do ?
what shall say?'
Choose between love and miscalled duty.
| cannot share heart-it must be mine.'
This is cruel'
'It is kind cruelty, dear one. When once
we are married, your mother shall know
all. 1t is but two days. trouble, to be re-
paid by a life of happiness. Come with
Ime-come-I see, | feel you are yielding.
Dearest, may be doing wrong. My
heart tells me am, and may God forgive
me-but you-you cannot resist. No,
cannot struggle against it. will 60 with
you. dearest, to the very worlds end.'
There was a very long pause, and she
wept upon her lovers breast
MY own brave girl,' he murmured.
The whole scene became indistnct and
confused. The mind conjured up thou
sand wavering, fantastic, shapeless images
amid which it wandered, stumbling and be-
wildered. Gradually dim light streamed
in, and the still fainting girl beheld herself
in small and poor room, with smoky,
dusty walls, and breathing hot, murky,
steaming air
1t was very different place from home
She sat at the window. Her eyes were red
with crying, and swollen so that shs could
hardly see. She was very pale-she knew
it: and her fingers played mechanically with
the long, disarranged locks which fell over
her shoulders. heap of needlework lay
unheeded upon her lap, and she looked with
a vacant, wandering eye through the dim
cracked panes before her. 1t was different
view from that she had so often gazed upon
with merry face and tranquil heart al
home. Her eye fell upon masses of dlngy
brick walls, crowned with labarinths OF IT.
regular-tiled roofs and chimney-stacks.-
There they stretched away in an endless
confusion Of outline-some roofs broken by
graveled garret windows, and others patch
ed up and variegated by extempore erections
of crazy boards. Lines, on which swung
yellow, smoked, dried clothes, ran from
house to house. Squalid, bare-armed wo-
men, leant idly out of windows, and scream
ed shrilly to children in the court below
The smoke poured continuously from the
yellow cans whirling in eddies amid the
masses of brick and lime. Upon one little
fiat space, between two ascending planes
of roof, sat man in his shirt sleeves, with
long pipe in his mouth, pot Of porter be-
fore him, and newspaper in his hand. A
whirling iron can was pouring out volumes
of smoke behind him-nevertheless, he cal
led sitting there enjoying the air!' A char
looking sort of woman was hanging drip
ping clothes upon rotten railing beside
! him, and occasionally screaming out at the
full pitch of her voice to a neighbor, occupi
ed in court below in filling a tea-kettle
out of the water butt 1t was true Lon.
don roof scene in low neighborhood.
The girl looked long at it, as though she
saw it not. A step sounded upon the stal
she clasped her hands, and started to he
feet. The door opened. He entered ant
threw himself suddenly upon chair with
his back toward her. She approached hin
timidly.
'Dear7
well, what do you want now? You al
ways want something
i She wrung her hands, and then covered
her face with the little apron she wore.
There was a long silence-oh, how dif
ferent from that silence in the cottage garden
Il want to make some arrangement h
said abruptly.
She looked eagerly up.
'Oh, do, do, dearest-be yourself again
speak to me-look on me as you used tt
:, do will not think of what has passed
never, never, upbraid you-but oh, do, dc
marry men
Marry you,' he repeated mechanically.
you know, love- she continued, trying
to smile through her tears, you know you
said that whenever we came to London, W.
should be married, then you put it of:
was very unhappy, but did not say So
trusted in you, may mot trust in you yet?
And she laid her hand timidly on hi
shoulder. He turned round abruptly, AM
( shook it of.