The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-08-02
MISCELI. A N EOUS.
A TRAGICAL STORY.


Charles had been absent two days. Poor JUL;
had been wishing aud wishing for him. His wei
known step sounded IN the entry; the door opened
and she met him with heightened color in he
cheek, and her blue eyes flashing from beneath
their long ashes with spaIklcs Of unwonted pleas
ure. Shall mention partirulars' 1t is scarcel,
necessary. He who cannot imagine how a warm
hearted young wife in the honey moon would
meet her idol, after an absence of tipo ,chOe days
is no reader for me.
'0h" she exclaimed, after the first transport had
little subsidized, ! was afraid you might not come
that you were sick, or some accident had occur.
red. But here you are. And now have you had
pleasant time' and how do they all do' aud who
did you see' and
Charles stopped her mouth.
Yes, here | am, safe and sound. and fun ot
news; but you hndde question upon question with
such volubiity that shall never get chance to
answer them, and your mouth here wide open to
ask don't know how many more
= Well, then, answered she, flingug herself into
an attitude of attention and folding her arms like
judge upon a bench there-I am dumb, and
ready TO listen to the news; won't speak another
word ill you have DONE And with considerable
apparent difficulty, she closed her lips
HsNow then,' said Charles, mark me-
will, said Julia.
.''Well then,' continued her husband, laughing,
'in the FIRST Place they are all well; in the next,
have h1d very pleasant time; AMI lastly, have
seen old Peterson, and aunt Sarah, and Mr.. and
Mrs Vanderdyke, and little Bob, Henry and
Maria
And this inquired Julia, is the news that
you have to tell' and these are all you saw'
s'Oh, no. replied Charles, mysterously; far
from it, Julia. have met one more-one most
beautiful, bewi,ching being more-the very coun-
terpart of Venus. Such compleXion-such ring
lets, long and glossy-and cheeks-roses and lilies
are nothing to them. There is nothing in all
nature sweeter than her lips, and her eyes are
bright dAggers no man should rashly encounter
They were soft, m,lting, hqud heavenly blue
full Of the light of the intellect, and tremulous
every beam of them with tenderness that makes
the heart ache.
"'You are only jesting with me- sid Julia, en-
deayoring, but in vain, to check the change that
came over her face, as the shallow Of the cloud
that fits across the stream This is some stupid
Dutch girl and you can scarcely describe her with
out laughing Come now, tell the truth
You may believe it or not, just as you please
said Charles, but assure you the whule account
ic trtia tha of Il
the memory is delicious
Julia was sensitive and artless She loved her
husband with that devoted tenderness which knew
all the thrills of loves hopes and fears Her heart
was like goblet filled to The bIim, whose con-
tents tremble aid overflow, when shaken ever so
lightly. There was, therefore, in these enthus-
astic praises of another, something strange and
even cruel. Still she could not believe that he
was serious; and forcing smile, and struggling
to keep down her rising emotion, she listened to
him as he rattled on.
sour meeting was marked with uncommon
interest. Old Mr.. Peterson introduced me 10 her
after having previously hinted that, before was
married she had regarded me with more than com.
mon mrlacency'
Charles!-'
'Well, we met. addressed her by name; she
said nothing-but oh! those eyes of hers were
fixed on Inc with gaze that reached into the in |
nermcst reccsses of my heart, and seemed to touch
allthose chords of feeling which nature had strung
for joy. Wherever went, found her eyes still |
turned towards me, and an arch smile Just played |
around her saucy lips, and spoke all Tie fire fan
cies and halt hidden meanings that woman will |
often look, but not always trust to the clumsy
vehicle of words. could restrain myself no
longer-and forgetting all but those heavenly lips,
! approached and-'
Poor Julia--sbe thought she heard the kne Of
her young dreams. The hue of her cheeks and
the sparkle of her azure eye were gone long
before, and as he painted in such glowing coIors
the picture Of his feelings her lips quivered, and
tears swelled up ard diumed the blue light o:
eyes beautiful as day
Il will never speak to you again, Charles
sohbed she, : if this be true
1t is true,' he exclaimed,' only not half like
the reality 1t was your own PICTURE, my sweet
girl, that kissed again and again
She looked at him moment, and buried her
wet eyes in his bosom. As she lifted her hand,
md, shaking back the clustc Of ringlets that fell
round her brow, displayed her face smiling
Trough tears, his arm >oftly found its way around
Ter waist, and-but am at the end Of my sheet
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