The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1849-01-04

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And tho almost boyish laughter sho ved
how many years that world worn man bad
rctrsvcrsed in his dream. Again he muir
INJURED, though in a changed tone:
Father, don't say ill-used him. iris.
tan must take care Of himself. Well. we'll,
We are hro,hers. a. YOU say. Dear father,
only live little longer, and will trc nj
him much bester-I will indeed! Now.
fn'her, be content promise-l do promise
Tristan, give me your hand; it freezes me.
All!
And the sleeping man leapcd out Of the
bed md awake in terror.
'Whot fool have bcen,' he muttered.
NJ he vninly tried to reassure himself TINT
he had merely hcen dreaming. But il il
only because that stupid Tristan put me IN
such passion. By.thc-bv, l wonder if tho
lad has come in vet. Ills temper must he
cooled by this time. Hallo, Tristan. call
cd he, opening tho room door.
There WINS no answer; % no went to
sec. A strange fear oppressed TINT once
cold henrted mnn, NJ he saw the empty
chamber. The threat which he had scorn-
ed ns idle words rang in bis ear. like n
warning from the grave. lie trembIcd.
and snt down on the bed.
4 hope the silly bov has done himself no
harm. Yet he wns ALWAYS passionate and
desperate. l wish ] Ind not said what !
did. God forgive me, il any evil comes 10
tina, poor lad
lie drew inside tho window curtain: the
first streak of dawn already mingled with
the moonlight.
THE fellow must I've drinking hc tried
IN think. yet | don't hclieve he had n
shilling. Besides. he was nlwnvs sober
enough. Poor Tristan! | wish he would
come home.'
Tie mnn Law down ngain-not in his
own room. but in his broiher's. liz thought
he could sooner hear the street door when
there. lie Inv, listening TO every breath.
until he could rest NO longer. Each sign ii
the morning hrcczc that nrose and shook
the easement, seemed n crv ont 10 him.
like the voice that haunted Cain, oh, mnn,
whore IL ,hy hrmher?'
When the dn, light came. the spirit 0f
the drowned lowered over that man ne he
hurried ont with face M white rs death
Those shsdows arms would tain have en-
circIed his neck. that nir-voice would hive
whispered, .Brmher, NV brother! let ns
forgive one nnoihcr;' bm il wns ton late.
Death had stepped in between them. md
shut the gnte of reconciliation fnrcver.
The winged soul threaded the gray shnd-
ows nf early dawn ms swiftly Ms the vet un-
awakened snnhcams. The first s,irrings
of lite Ind already disturbed tho quiet of
the great citv. but in It's rloomicst recess
es somewhat of the freshness md pcace ri
night fingered still. Il wns in M upper
chnmher in the darkest ri those streets
which dcsoInic poverty seems n haunt like
n spectre. that the spirit of Tristan rested.
Its sole occupant was vonng woman.
You could not call her girl, for the fresh
ness Of girlhood no longer tinted the thin,
worn check: nnr had tho outside show of
finc-lnd, ism replaced the pure womaoincss
of her face and mien. She had thrown
herself IN tho bed, nll dressed ms she wss.
after what seemed TO have brcn n long Wig
il; for the faint glimmer Of the expiring
candle vet struggled with the encroaching
light Of morning.
And she, too, can slccp-such sound,
peaceful, happy sleep" sighed the spirit.
Even now, there is no memory Of iris
tam
Il WINS no, so: Cor on little table lny n
letter, to write which she had set up half
the nigh,-n nigh. when every hour wns
90 precious 10 one who had toilcd all day in
the weary life Of govcrness.
'Wby did YOU leave the in such angerT
ran this mute record Of vain tenderness.
Tristan, nv henrt's joy, my only comfort
in this world. how could you say loved
YOU mott Must ! tell you over md over
again for how many. many years, my whole
soul wns filled with Won; how that, from
girlhood to womanhood, hive lived hut to
mike myself worthy of you-lived through
change md hopclcssncss and worlds-sor-
rows, still keeping my henrt pure and
strong with the single thought TINT might
one day be Your wifei And yet, when YOU
ask me 10 take that blessed name, because
dare not answer TO the cry Of your des-
pair, you say never loved you! What
were your own words? MAUD, the world
and fate are against our union. Let Us
thwart them: let u marry and then die :
And when ] answered to that wild daring
Of misery with words Of patience, YOU took
tho denial they implied a. springine. no,
from prudent love. but cold contempt
Tristan, YOU said scorncd you bccansc
you wcre poor. But ! will not think more
Of that bitterness, which was wrung only
from your despair. Listen to me, my dsar-
est! II we are 50 poor that We must wait
until the time Of gray hairs before we can
have ono homo and one name, still will
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