Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1849-02-23
WHOLE NUMBER "A.

her calm, quiet bearing, and her pale trans
/ parent cheek, upon which the faint rose tinge
never deepened, and the long, heavy lashes so
rarely Lifted from her violet eyes; but Harry
Percy came from crowded city, weary with
the loneliness of lovely woman, aud SO the
| sweet fresh face that looked out through the
vine curtains, and now, day by day, reserved
y met his gay glance, fell upon his soul like
twilight star when we are weary of the
glare of day. Harry Percy had outlved
much Of the impetuosity of feeling which at
twenty-five had prompted him to fall in love
with every pretty face, but at thirty he still
retained enough of the sentiment of love to
render him a dangerous companion for
young, imPulsive girl, reared in comparative
soclusion, and for the first time thrown into
the society Of one who could read the sweet
poetry Of her loving nature to him, deeply
versed as he was in every leaf of woman's ma
ture. the pure and girlish life of Amy Lee
formed a new and pleasant page-and So
and so can you not guess the rest dear read
er
Percy was handsome man, and with rare
beauty inherited is frequent accompaniment.
vanity. He had been a successful angler for
woman's aifectious-had been loved deeply
and blindiy by more than one passionate hear.
and SO he thought it would be pretty past
time to win the first warm love Of this young
gjri-to wear upon his heart the lily-bud on
whose pure leaves the silver dew was yet
trembling. But Harry Percy knew, alb, yes!
full well he knew he was not worthy OF her
love-that plague spot was clinging to his
soul more terrible chan the Upas' breath--the
foul leprosy of intemperance. Ee knew that,
highly gifted he was, he had not the moral
courage to put away the wine cup and flee
from the syren voice of temptation as from a
destroying angel.
ALI, me need tell you the old story that
has been a thousand times repeated l--how
Percy fingered still, week after week at VIII
low Brook ?-how the title-deeds could not
&c found, and when found, how Squire Lee
could not explain them 10 the satisfaction of
the fastidoUs lawyer ?--of the morning walks
and moonlight rambles, and twilight tete-t-
tetes in the old porch Of the cottage!
"You will not love him, Amy | said one
day, twining my arms around her graceful
form, ''you will not end your pretty Irritation
by falling ia love with this cay Percy ?"
| watched Amy closely as the D1iudins ro-r,
came up, AMI she shut the yeined lids to crush
back the heart dew within-her lip trembled
and she smiled flintly as she replied
I'VE cannot school the heart, dear Bel. or
hush its throbs Mt our bidding. They will
.eIl you many bitter things of Percy, and
yet his heart is kind and good and true
Poor Amy aud so | knew it all, and |
trembled when / remembered how her young
warm heart, just awakened into sweet, glow
inc, delicious life, would cling in its new born
love to its poetic lover. And then by and by
there was whisper through our village, by
the curious in such matters, that Squire Lee
had quietly refused the hand of his daughter
10 lawyer Percy.
1t was Il sad trial for poor Amy when her
lover left for his city home, but his whispered
words Of love-ah yes! the JOY OF being be-
loved crept like a lovely dove to her heart, and
when she part from Percy at Willow Brook,
and lifted her meek face for the last time to
his own, smiling through the beautiful tears
that lit up her calm eyes, he was surprised at
the firm tones in which she promised to re-
main forever unwed, if she might not share
bis dear name. When days passed and Har-
~ Percy came no more, and her father reiu-
sed to hear even his name mentioned, Amy
endured for tie first time that utter sickness
Of the heart which the young feel when
sweet hope has been crushed out, yet she did
Aot murmur at the stern COMMANDING word
or complaint passed her meek Eps--no re-
proving glance stole from her clear eyes
Perhaps she was too proud for all this, yet
not the less did she feel while she bowed in
accomplishing silence to her fathers will
how heavy wa. the yoke she was called to
bear And so as months passed on, the faint
flush fed quite away from Amy's cheek yet
she smiled on as sweetly as Of old-her low
musical voice was unbroben in its tones, and
night after night, as clear and. calm as ever,
pushed forth in the soft music Of the simple
evening hymn, but the searching eye OF the
old man detected beneath her sunny calmness
an anguish that was wearing out her very
life.
Oae bright morning, Amy, more than u-
suauy languid from restless night bur
led amid the rose-cushions of the sofa, had
sank in light slumber. Her father entered,
and pressing his lips to her upturned face
awoke her with his warm lip. There was
silence of few moments, and at last bending
down, lie Whispered
..You DO not love blu, Amy ?-surely you
cannot love this Percy, one who IS utterly
unworthy Of you"
mot unworthy oh. not unworthy = SAID
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