Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1845-11-13


her society was all the world to him, and
the world nothing without her, he must be
lndulglng in the delicious dream of love
But that dream has it's bitterness and an
gulsh as we'll as its sweetness and ecstasy
as will be shown in the denoument of our
story.
Julia Summerville lived very near the
warehouse in which our young merchant
was engaged in business, and hence Henry
not only saw her frequently passing, but
had frequent opportunities of spending an
hour in conversation with her, who soon
was the possessor of his undivided heart
though she was innocent of any effort on
her part to make him a captive to the pow
'er of her charms. Her unaffected, engag-
ing manners, sprightly and sparkling con-
versation, and natural charms of person,
were sufficient alone to render captive a
heart like his, alive to the noble and
generous impulses of our nature. Every
day, every hour made her more and more
necessary to his happiness, until she be-
came the very charm of his existence. She
became more and more the angel of his
hearts idolatry, till at length he loved her
TO madness. The counting-room was de-
serted, and the young merchant could alone
be found by the side of the fascinating Ju-
liza, the very Syren of his soul, though I'M
like the Syrens that charmed the mariners
of Ulysses to destruction, she only confer
red happiness Upon him. Henry, instead
of the counting house, was often found in
the boudoir of his beautiful Julia, amusing
himself by slyly taking away her album,
and then laying wager she could not find
it, which was only an excuse by stratagem
for making her new present.
Thus time passed on, and Henry Free
land continued every day to bow at the
footstool of beauty, to worship that witch
cry of lovely woman, which had bound his
heart in the silken chains of love. He was
happy in the belief that if Julia's heart was
not already his, he would, ere long, be the
proud possessor of it. But, alas how mu-
table are all human hopes How soon are
blighted the most brilliant anticipations of
man!
Henry had not seen Julia for some time.
The sweet intimacy which had existed had
been suspended, and a cloud seemed to be
gathering over the heart and the hopes of
the merchant The cause of their GOODNESS
seemed to be shrouded in mystery. Still
the heart of Henry was as devoted as ever,
and even the thought that Julia should ever
be possessed by another was worse to him
than death.
One dark and gloomy day the merchant
was sitting in his counting-room alone, en-
gagged in melancholy reflection. He was
fast sinking into reverie-it was truly a
dream of love. Suddenly quick footstep
fell upon his ear-he started, and beheld
his friend George Newman standing before
him, with uplifted hands, and exclaiming
with great emphasis
Henry Freeland, you are ruined forever.
You will awake from the dream of love in
which you have INDUCED, to weep and
For Heavens sake" calculated the mer-
chant, 'what do you mean by those OMNIBUS
words so full of import?'
4 mean what ! say returned George,
you are ruined for ever
Then for the sake of mercy exclaimed
the merchant, starting to his feet, keep me
no longer in suspense, but tell me the worst,
though the fatal tidings blast me in mo-
ment'
sit down then, Henry Freeland, and be
calm, While relate to you that for which
you are unprepared. She at whose feet
you bowed the slave Of love, to whom you
have given your heart, and in the expecta-
ton of whose affection you have embarked
your hopes Of happiness-I say, Julia Sum
merville, whom you have so loved, will
soon become the wife of another
God of Heaven forbid it, gasped the
merchant, as he sunk in his arm chair and
buried his face in his hands.
God forbid, | say exclaimed George,
but it is true. Julia has botrothed her
heart and hand to the gay and frivolous
Albert Maitland, and ere another moon shall
wax and wane, the beautiful and beloved OF
your heart will have become the vile OF
another
As the last words died upon the speak,
er's lip, Henry Freeland sprung from his
chair, stood for moment in the wild and
distracted attitude Of despair, and fell sense
less upon the floor. When a small degree
of consciousness was restored he found
himself in bed, and a small white hand
softly bathing his brow. 1t was the hand
of Julia. Henry fixed his eyes upon her,
and never had she appeared SO inexpres-
sibly beautiful
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