Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-02-08
SOUTHPORT, WIS: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY S, 1850.

Viola why is this We can be strangers no
longer. | feel that every pain and pang that
shadows your existence is wholly my own. Do
not affiict me then for one moment with this ST.
| lence. y
No word fell from those trembling lips to
sooth The Dig tears still chase one another O.
yer he burning face in rapid succession. The
sight of those dissolved the otherwise unbendng
and stole philosophy of Edgar to impassioned
tenderness.
"Viola! Vola!" cried he, wiping them away
and pressing her hand 10 his lips with uncontro-
liable emotion, "Why do you weep? If | have
one claim upon your pity even, drive away these
tears. cannot endure this silence. Have
wroaged you could |? Speak dear one ("
No! Edgar, no." She said sobbing.-
" Mine is the crime. The crime of loving one
whom could know only from hearsay. have
loved you and have wronged us both. | felt
that you were, N fact no stranger to me; but
repentance is no atonement! Circumstances
have all conspired to produce this unfortunate
event. | would have avoided it as am convin-
ced you would have done. But i: is IA Sod
The hope of years is not that little past, and |
can defy Demons of my future being 10 infict
their worst 1t Is all now irrevocable. | cannot
ask your forgiveness-no! have no claims on
this -
Again she wept bitter, bitter tears This ell
oquent appeal awakened the heroic in Edgar
He seated himself by her side and as she wo'd
have proceeded he checked her with an almost
imperative Z" Hush I and then continued in a
soft and soothing tone. still holding her small
white hand and looked into her fearful eyes.
"lf | have acted kindly, without compromis-
ing your happiness or my discretion, am hap
Ply. did only what felt it my duty to do, in
all thot could ha I,J I
may have done, urged by a controlling passion
consuming sentiment, must be accounted for
upon other principles. beg only the trial of
time to prove the sincerity OF the act and the
honesty of the motive. | could only hope and
pray that the impulses of that sentiment might
not lead me to presumption of your partality.--
Viola, pardon my plainness, but love you too
well to be afflicted now by those words which
pierce my very soul. Say but that the torment
which feel is dspelled by the pardon of all
that's passed, and may not ask an assurance of
at least your partiality ~
"You have it, Edgar :" and her head dropped
upon his bosom.
"You have it! Take it Miserable boon -
The assurance of all this worthless heart can
give" And she found herself wrapped in the
atfectionate embrace of the honest Edgar.
Viola, her heart crowd with a thousand
sweet hopes and novel conceptions, received this
token of affection with the most becoming mod
esty. A long conversation followed, one which
restored the young lovers to tranquility and they
separated with all the regret which an att, CHI
ment of years could have produced. Though
not VOW had been passed nor hope created
beyond that of mutual devotion yet the charac-
ter of the uncertainty was changed and Edgar
was happy. So fond are we of having the beau
tiful and tender love us. that the undue exercise
of the propensity leads to intellectual folly and
sentimental ruin.