Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-05-19

was merely extending the courtesies of country
life to lonely and estimable neighbor. If, in
deed, any personal sentiment could mingle with
Mrs. Trehere's attentions to Heathcote, it was
one of compassion, it might almost be of slight
contempt for the quiet, unobtrusive student,
who apparently entered society more as du-
ty, than as a pleasure, aud whose embarass-
ment when called upon for an opinion, or even
a reply often gave evidence of an undue want
of self reliance, by no means calculated to adj
vance man in the estimation of such wom-
an as Mrs. Trehere.
1t is needless to tread again so oft-trodden
ground as that upon which we are now ventu-
ring. From indifference-or even more sep
the heart of Anna Trehere experienced a revul-
sion, which was the more fatal, becasue it had
been slow in its occurrence. To the eye of an
unbiased stranger, comparison between the
husband, and, alas, the loved one, left the lat
ter at an Unreasonable disadvantage. The one
all animation energy and success-rcgarded by
his fellow men and graced with most Of the
worlds advantages, wealthy, and influential =
the other, shy, thoughtful, neglected and poor:
could the "practical woman hesitate That
TreLere loved her, would be too much to say
but then there was warm cordiality and kind
ness manifested by him, which, except with an
occupied heart must have had their weight, &
which often made Anna Trehere reproach her.
self for her changing affections. A better hus-
band-in the works phrase-could not have
existed. Nor, on the part of Heathcote. was
there, in his intercourse with Anna, the intox-
icating ardour, the semblance of passion, which
beguiles heart already eager to be deceived.
The secret Of the love he had inspired, had be-
come known tn Heathcote, and had troubled him
far too deeply to permit him to enact the folies
of feigned alteration. Feigned-for her love
was unreturned.
Deeply conscientious, the young clergyman
had shuddered at the conviction that an unhal-
lowed love had teen aroused for himself. mid
his long and lonely vigls, he had even prayed
that so dread passion might be crushed, by
the searcher of hearts. Not for one hour did
Laurence Heathcote waver. The resolution
which came not to his aid in the ordinary scenes
of social life, sprang to strength at nober CALL
And in laying open his own bosom with unspa-
ring scrntinv. to discover how the conyictiQn
of his position was working there, the priest
dared to trace out the possble-the guilty end
of an encouraged passion, it was only to re-
cord the VOW that neither look nor word of his
should sanction or stimulate such a love-and
to hasten with earnest appeal for himself-for
sincerity, is never denied 10 the suppliant.
The struggle which now arose in the bosom
of Anna Trahere was dreadful. The intensity
of her real nature, long hidden, had at last be-
come revealed to HERSELF while the tide of pas
sion was doomed to be frozen at its first gush.--
She felt herself, indeed, alone in the world, the
bitterest misery of all-that to which privation,
sorrow, sickness, are nothing. 1t is the de-
privation of hope-and the more affectionate the
heart, the greater its agony. To this the reso-
lutte, practical Anna Trahere had been brought.
The luxurious home. the honorod position, the
troops Of friends, were now ouly memorials of
her grief--they reminded her at every turn TIL
she was prisoner. She would have exchanged
them all for silent corner in the little apart
ment where Hcathcote studied, and would have
thought herself happy in being permitted to
watch him at his la5onrs-or, might she unre-
proved, but catch his glance, her ambition would
be fulfilled. Is rot love the mystery of mystic
r. s!
Laurence Heathcote is dead. The shatser-
Ell frame of the student, in which the seeds of
consumption were already sown, did not last
long. Without the acquaintance with Anna
Trahere, it would not have lasted long. Bat
tee hard vigil, the stern self Examination which
from the instant be discovered the secret, the
young priest deemed it his duty to undergo
hurried onward the process of decay. Ere ma
yard was disturbed, to make way for the remains
of Laurence Heaihcote.
What Anna Trehere now is, may be Judged
by those who, like her, have loved hopelessly.
She may be seen in society, where none dream
what has caused the wreck all deplore. But
life and energy are gone with hope, and in the
face, still beautiful in its corpsc-ike stiffness,
the only expression is that of rooted sorrow,
WEIGH must soon work out its own rest & cure.
They the silent gref that cut the hcart-strings
A Noble Volunteer at Buena Vista
Every DAVIS report serves TO reveal some fresh
incident OF interest. A long original account
of the desperate conflict at Buena Vista, from
an Illinois volunteer concludes with this affec-
ting notice of a young man of distinction and
learning who fell in the ranks:
In the same part of the field, and about the
same time with Clay, Mckee and Hardin, an
other fell, pierced by lance, whose name is
worthy of place in the rolls of fame-private
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