Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1847-10-23
A TALE OF TRUTH.

MARY was, WDen IlTst saw ner 0elis
cate girl Of sixteen. Her eyes and hair
were dark as night; her cheek revealed the
rosebud, and Der lips were full and red
Indeed, she was very beautiful. and many
aproud and high born girl envied the village
"dress- maker."
The young gentlemen were bold in their
expressions of admiration-s,ared at her
when she modestly entered the country
church, and were officious in their atten.
tions to her, when none of the aris,ocracy
were near. They were the sons and broth
ers of her employers, so she quietly listen
ed to their fiattery, and received their at
tentions-but none reached her heart,
At last Il know not how it came about,)
she loved-loved one, too, who was all I'M
worthy. She had never read of mans
treachery in novels; she never heard of it
in real life; and when James H called
her his "sweet love-" and told her how dear
she was TO his heart, she believed him. and
loved him with all the depth and fondness
of pure young heart.
On Saturday evening, as Mary sat hum
ming tune and cheerfully finishing dress
for lady, her lover entered the ROOM
She smingly welcomed him, and with a
you will excuse me i'll do not put aside
my work; will you noll for the dress must
be finished in an hour"
"Oh yes" said he and he drew his chair
close to her side, "bu, dear Mary, do not
take any more sewing. do not love to
have you dim your bright eyes with work
Come live with me and let me take care of
you.
His voice grew husky, and he hcsi,a,ed
a moment, sif ashamed at his baseness, he
then said:
you know cannot marry you. Ny
father would dsown me if did; but can
not live without you. sweet one" and he
threw his arm around her slender waist,
The poor girl shrunk away, as if from
the touch of deadly serpent. Her check
blanched, her eyes were Wild and for
few minutes she was speeches.. Then
with words Of scorn (may they ring in
his dying ear,) she babe him leave her for
ever.
How these few words of his had chan
gcd the appearance Of the world to that
young girl. Before he came in, she was
cheerful and happy; the future full of hope
and Joy. Only few moments had passed
away--she sat in the same roonl--the un-
finished work was still on her lap, but her
heart was now broken and dosola,e. The
world had suddenly grown hateful and the
darkness and gloom Of night shrouded her
future.
She sa, motonless in the chair where he
had left her, until she was aroused BY a
knock a; the door. She opened it. and a
servant enquircd if Mrs LIS dress was
done.
"No!" said Mary, and she was startled at
the sound Of her own voice. Il have not
been well this evening. Can you come
again in half an hour"
The servant turned away and Mary was
again alone. There we're no tears in her
eyes. and she took up the dress. and me-
chancalIy commenced sewing. but in few
moments the servant returned and said:
81 tod Mrs. l. how pale and sick
you looked, and she says You must not fin
iSh the dress to-nigh;--she 4 es not wish
TO wear j, to.morrow.-Thero ID a basket
Of fruit she sent YOU"
Mary sank down in her chair; the kind
ness had touched her heart. and tears.
Wholesome tears, burst from her eyes.
Days and weeks passed on. Those who
employed Mary, noticed tina; her steps
grew languid and that the song with which
she used to begule her hours of toll, was
hushed, but no one knew the cause.
Her health gradually failed. One after
noon, while her head was resting on the
bosom of the kind hearted Mrs. l..
word came that james II begged ear
nestly 10 see her. The name had power,
even then, to rouse her from her lethargy,
and slight flush came into her cheek as
she softly whispered:
Tell him tina, am dying-that for
give him, but cannot, indeed cannot
see him."
Mary died that night. In the quiet
of C she lies buried, and
the signing Of winds, through the lone will
low near her grave. is her only requiem.