The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1847-11-29
From Chambers Journal.
IT'S USELESS TRYING.
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81 am sorry for you, Mr.. vandrest," said
the blunt, yet not ill meaning citizen. s'But
it is impossible that you can ever hope for
Coras hand"
"Why impossible ;" said the young man,
recovering all his just pride and self possession.
II am not rich but have an unspotted name,
and the world is all before me. Do you OBJ
ject to my professions"
"By no means; musician is an honorable
man, just as much SO as u storekceper."
At any other time. the very complimentary
comparison would have made Reuben smile !;
but now he only answered, while the color
deepened on his cheek, "Is it because of my
early lifes Ny father was of good family !;
but, it may be, you would blush to remember
that your daughters husband once served in
BARRIERS shop?"
"My dear sir" said Mr. Dacres, "you for
yet we are Americans, and talent and wealth
are our only aristocracy. The first you un-
doubleday possess but without the second
gou cannot marry Cora; and there is no chance
of your ever becoming rich man."
"Will you let me try J" eagerly cried Van
drest.
ut would be of no use; you could not sue
ceed"
9 could-I could /" exclaimed the young
man impetuously. "Only let me hope.
would try anything to win Cora"
And in this earnestness of love did Reuben
pursue his almost hopeless way. He had
pledged his word that he would not speak of
his love to Cora, that he would not try to win
her's-this her father imperatively demanded /;
but Mr.. Dacres also promised that he would
leave his daughter free, nor urge her to accept
any other husband during the three years of
absence that he required of Reuben Vandrest
They parted-.Reuben and Cora-wlth the
outward seeming of ordinary acquaintance;
but was it likely that a love so deep and alb
sorbed as that Of the young musician should
have been entirely suppressed by him, and
unappreciated by her who was its object p
They parted without any open confession but
did not Cora's heart follow the wanderer as he
sailed towards Europe did she not call up
his image, and repeat his unmusical name, as
though it had contained a world of melody in
itself land did she not feel as certain in her
heart of hearts that he loved her, as if he had
told her so hundred times?
When Vandrest was preparing for the voy.
ago, he accidently found the long forgotten
note of the stranger musician. 1t directed
him to Paris and to Paris he determined to
proceed, as all Europe was alike to one who
knew not single soul on the wide expanse
of the old word. He arrived there and
found in his unknown friend the kind heart
ed and talented Swede, who on the death of
Paganini, had become the first violinist in the
world-Ole Bull.
The success of the young American was
now made sure. The great violinist had too
much true genins to fear competitors, and no
mean jealousy kept him from advancing the
fortunes OF Vandrest by every means in his
power. Reuben trarersed Europe, going from
capital to capital, everywhere making friends,
and, what was still more important to him.
money. He allowed himself no pleasures,
only the necessaries of life: and laid up all
his gains for the one grand object of his care
the acquiring fortune for Cora. He rarely
heard of her; he knew not but that her love
might change; and sometimes sense of the
utter wlldness of his project came upon him
with freezing reality. But intense love like
his. in an otherwise calm and unimpassioned
nature, acquires strength unknown to those
who are alive to every passing impulse and
Reuben's love,
"By its own energy, fulfilled itself" :
Ere the three years had expired, he retnrned
to America, having realized competence
With beating heart the young musician
stood before his mistress, told her all his love.
and knew that she loved him to. 1t was
very sweet to hear Cora reveal, in the frank
ness of her true heart. which felt no shame
for having loved one so worthy, how her
thoughts had continually followed her wan
dering lover, and how every success of his
had been doubly sweet to her. But human
happiness is never unmixed with pain; and
when Cora looked at the altered form of her
betrothed, his sunken and colorless face, and
his large bright eyes, dreadful fear took po-