Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1848-02-12

Nay replied EtAc, Il! may not De;
| accept my thanks. but Roland Allison
waits for me, am engaged 10 dance with
him.
The next dance, them continued the
| stranger.
i canno',' returned tie maiden; /
mus, be excused, you are "a stranger TO
me-
Il, is WELL said the young man. re-
leasing her; we may yet be better &C
euain,ed.'
Efie trembled for an instant, but she
knew no, why innocent herself. she new
er suspected others, and she Joined her
impatient lover in the dance, forgetting,
in short tine, the singular department
Of The stranger.
The dance had concluded, and Efie.
seated by Roland united her voice with
| his in duet. to which ,lle stranger listen
cd with marked attention.
They love each olher,' he said
Well they are both young, hoth fair
He left The room, understood. and re-
turned as the song concluded; he ap
/ i}iOdGiICO I-tiC. ohp PIS3SiNF5 IVA '" ''iA
a lovely rose, said, with emphasis:
Il am an adlrirer uf flowers, and you
see. maiden. Gull the fairesi i, net this
rose beautiful! II is in the laiiness Of
| bloom-mark ye'--'akins the flower, he
shook it so violently that its leaves fell to
the ground, and the naked stem remained
IS So, he continued, can beauty and
all its hopes be Destroyed lie again
arose. lef! the room. and returned nol.
He is a strange being said Ehie; :
know no, why it is. bul | lrembIe when
he speaks; he is no sailor; they are gen.
orally frank and generous-there is mys-
terry in this man.
4 knew NOS replied Roland, that
Rob Nl'Donald had son often as have
labored for him, he never mentioned il TO
me. and in truth do not believe this
youth is in anywise related TO hlm.'
Such was the general opinion, and IN
the morning i, was confirmed by Rob
! himself, who said the strange mon had
| gin him muckle gear 10 spread the tale
afraid. and bring him to sight o the
pride o lnverhae.'
Many were the inquiries that Rob re-
ceived. bal lie was sst, -tl3v T. sly sfto- tire-
stranger waa, or whence he came he left
the valley on ihe morning succeeding his
introduction to Fife, Graeme, and before
| The next evening his existence was almost
Forgotten. Some days had elapsed since
the departure Of The stranger from the val
ley, when oha evening q woman OF slngu,
lar appearance entered the cottage o! The
widow Graeme; the widow was busy al
her spinning wheel, and Fife, pursuing
her needia-worli. listening 10 Roland who
was reading 10 her some tale OF other
ages long ago be!id.' The woman was
very tall, she wore a mantle OF varied
hues, which entirely shrouded Ter form,
and a hood formed of Ihe same material.
concealed her features seating herself, to
the establishment Of the inmates Of the
cottage, she said:
] I'm an unbidden guest aye, and an
unwelcome one, know-nevar did wei
come smile on Lima Of the Mount, and
ever smiles have accompanied her depart
ure'
What is The purpors of your visit
here 2 inquired Elie.
TO humble pIide,' was the laconlc re-
ply.
Then linger not here cried Roland
for never did pride dwell! in This cottage,
nay, not in this valley. Innocence and
humble retiring virtues here reside
sAn' We no need bide here, said the
widow; we dinna ken O tn holiday
thing We ca preede-ve maun gang youl
gate. far il is over and aboon baud to-
'peace' ste.nly cried the sybil
heardless boys nor vain girls canno
move me until have fulfilled my mis-.
sion-mark We. Roland Allison, and Efiie
listened Tomorrow is the eve Of your bri
dal,
But blood shall flow ere the VOW be past,
And 10 morrow The lover shall smile his last,
Tor one who was scorn'd by the malcn's pride
Has vowed 10 win from the youth his bride.
Away. cried Eilie, mad woman
young as am you cannot terrify me-.
Roland rushed forward. as though Il
seize the sybil, but she drew from benea,i
her mantle pistol. which presenting, sh
cried:
Move not. youth, and provoke an ear
lier DOOM have spoken truth, although
, yonder vain girl affects courage which
she does no, feel, and you assume salo
yon do not possess-we meet again.
! With these words, Lima, as che Style
: herself, left the cottage.
Waves me- cried the widow, an il
a sair thing when ane Gamma sill I'D ane'
l.. l.