American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-06-25
WEDNESDAY MORNING, JUNE

sounds-and having reached the termination ofa
sheltered path, with the moonbeams illumin-
ing its depths, Until they seemed like myriad
crystal palaces, lay the whole eXpansc Of water
the river Of riVers-the old, yet ever young,
the silver Thames Not a breath of air raised
ripple on its surface; nought but the faint
sound Of the distant voices and the murmur of
the stream, as it hurried EDWARDS, and broke the
deep silence that reigned around.
A step sounded near. Some one, then, like
herself had stolen from the gay scene to wan
der alone. The branches moved asde-a sha-
dow tremblcd on the water; and then, in a low
tone, voice near whispered her name.
She turned; beside her. booking earnestly in
to her face, stood a tall figure, and one glance
suiliced to tell that it was Ernest Graeme she
beheld. The color went and came on Mary's
checks like summer lghtning-thc lapse of
years was forgotten; one memory long dwelt
upon in silence, hut fondy cherished, woke in
her heart. After their long separation, they
had met once more.
He took both her hands in his, and pressed
them to his lips; lie stEtcd-raised his head
and the rays Of the moon, distinct and clear,
fell rendering plain, as it gttercd in the light,
the magic circlc-the wedding ring, He did
not reproach her; he felt it could scarcely have
uttu olIlcl WIS.,. lpCSiItS, lIt ltNS Vi IlGT
rage had reached him in India; but of her hus-
bands death he knew not.
"Mary-Lady Livingstone, he said, Il could
not resist the temptation to follow you hthcr;
so many happy aud once cherished hopes came
back, as unobservcd | watched you in the
throng. had once thought, once hoped
no, such membranes can be but painful now
Yet, have you forgotten the evening that we
parted:'
"No-oh! no. she gaspcd, and now, indeed.
she felt the bitterness Of the sacrifice she had
made for she had seen him start when his lips
touched the fatal ring She pressed her hand
upon her brow--her heart beat audibly.
"Mary!-Mary!" called some one near
"Truant, where are you2"
Ernest dropped her hand and the next mo-
ment her brother stood before them. A deep
embarrassment fell upon all. Young Ellice
started back. Marys pa!cness changed to rosy
red, and Ernest Graemes feelings, believing
that he looked upon her husband, may he well
imagined.
my brother" said Lady Livingstone, after
moments pause. Edward, this is-you re-
member, Ernest Graeme.'
"Are you, indeed, Edward Eilice;n exclaimed
the relieved Ernest, as he clasped the hand of
his young friend who welcomed him ioyousIy;
81 thought You must be Lord Livingstone.
els he here?" SAID Edward turning to his
sister "You told me, Mary, that he had gone
into Warwickshre with his bride"
"Wth his bride!' exclaimed Ernest. 81
thought"
"What?" replied Edward, with a smie-for
he fancied that he read the thought.
"That this was Lady Livingstone" said Err
nest, anyiously turning to the trembling Mary.
"And you thought Alright, replied Edward,
with another perplexing smile, while Mary
stole away to hide his emotion.
"For Heavens sake, my dear Edward, ex-
plain this apparent mystery"
"Mary is the doteager countess"
"Ah! yes-I see it all-there, don't detan
me now, my dear boy, shall never overtake
her"
"Stay; you must hear how Mary sacrificed
her own feelings for our sakes."
"Not another word, my dear Edward your
sisters conduct needs no eXculpatiGn to me.
There-there--let me follow her; and breaking
from young Eilices grasp, he sprang after his
retreatng sister.
"Mary-dearest Mary" he said as he stood
once more beside her, "did not say would
seturn to lay my fame and riches at your feet;
Mary, will you reject the offering"
"Have you heard all?" she asked timdly.
"All that | desire to know-that you are
free. never doubted that you were as good
as beautiful; with perfect love, Mary, there
should be perfect trust Mary, you have not
forgotten me-you-you"-he paused one mo-
ment-she raised her eyes, murmured, "Er-
nest, !" and then she bowed her head upon her
hands and wept-not III sorrow-not IN bitter
ness no,o--but in the fulness Of unexpected, of
unbroken happiness