Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1850-07-19

tdscu DpduldIU just Caught GLIMPSE
of her slight and delicate figure, Of
eyes blue as spring sky, of cheek
of sunset; and, ere her surprise al
lowed the power of movement, the
carriage was out of sight. Her en-
treaties to be allowed to alight, being
attributed to fear, were answered by
assurances that she was safe. Gra-
dually becoming more composed, she
bade ihe coachman inquire who lived
in the house opposite. 1t was the
name she longed to hear-Col. Fitz-
allan. She returned home, and with
n tremulous hand traced few lines,
telling him how she had wept his 81
lence, and entreating him to come and
say she was still his own Isadore.-
The evening passed dreariiy, but he
came not. Was he imdispensably en-
gagged! Had he not received her note!
Any suppositicn but intentional de,
lay. The next morning the same fer
vld anxiety oppressed her; at length
she heard the door open, and, spring
ing to the window, she caught the
sight of military man--she heard
his steps on the stairs-a gentleman
entered, but it was not FitZallan!-
Too soon she learned his mission; he
whom she had loved, so trusted, had
welded another-the lady she saw
the day before was his wife; and, un-
willing to meet her himself, he had
charged a friend to communicate the
fatal intelligence.
Edward b - gazed with enthu-
siastic admiration on the beautiful
creature, whose pale lips, and scaid-
ing tears, which forced their way
through the long dark eyelashcs. be-
lied the firmness her woman's pride
taught her to assume. Shame, deep
shame, thought nc, on the cold, the
mercenary spirit winch could thus
turn the warm feelings of a fond and
trusting girl into poisoned arrows,
could thus embitter the first sweet
flow of affection. He took he hand
in silence-he felt that consolation in
a case of this kind was but mockery.
They parted, the one to despair over
the expired embers, the other to nurse
the first sparkles of hope. The next
morning, scarcely aware of what he
was doing, or of the motive which
actuatcd him, Qor who seeks to ana
lyze loves earliest sensationD Ed
ward sought the abode of the inter
esting stranger. He found with her
Col. Fitzallan's solicitor: that gentle
man, suspicious of the warm feeling
evinced by his friend for the fair Span
lard, had employed a professional
man; for he was well aware tat the
letters he had written would give Is
adore strong claims upon him. He
arrived at the moment when she first
comprehended that her lovers reason
for wishing his letters restored, origi-
mated in his fear of a legal use being
made of them. Her dark eye flashed
fire, her check burnt with emotion,
her eart-beat became audible, as she
hastily caught the letters, and threw
them into the flames. "You have per-
formed your mission" exclaimed She;
"leave the room instantly" Her
force was now exhausted, she sank
bnck on the sofe. The tender ASST
duties of Edward at length restored
her to some dogrec of composure.-
1t was luxury to have her feelings
entered into; to share sorrow, is to
soothe it. She told him of hopes
blighted forever; of wounded afec-
ton; of the heart sickness which had
paled her cheek, had worn to a sha-
dow her once symmetrical form. She
had in her hand few withered leaves.
ut 49," said she, 'the image of my
fate; this rose fell from my hair one
evening; Fitzalian placed it in his
bosom; by moonlight saw it thrown
aside: it was faded, but to me it was
precious from even that momentary
caress; have to this day cherished
1t. Are not our destinies told by this
flower? His was the bloom, the
sweetness of love; my part was the
dead and scentless leaves.p
Edward had now become her con-
slant companion; she found in him a
kind and affectionate brother. At
length he spoke of love. Isadore re-
piled by throwing back her long black
hair, with a hand whose dazzling
whiteness was all that remained Of
its former beauty, and bade him look
on her pale and faded countenance,
and there seek his answer
"Yes, j shall wed, but my bridal
wreath will be cypress, my bed the
grave, my spouse the hungry worm!'
Edward gazed on her face, and
read conviction; but still his heart
chung to her with all the devotedness
OF love, which hopes even in despair,