Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1850-05-09

Thought lights her torch, and | will
weave fair, wild dreams, and even the
I lord Of my castle bea tho semblance
of the stranger, the Pedlar Of Newport. .
Thus she would talk hour after hour
the spirit seemed laden with thought,
and her sweet sad voice gave addition
al force to all that she said Long af:
\ ter that sumner evening, when Kate
Ellis recalled her words, how she re-
/ GREETED ihat she had not striyen to wcan
her from such thoughts. But it was
the out-gushing of the poetess's heart,
I her only pleasure. Wild and danger
Gus as her imaginings were, how could
Kate Glide one who bent so meekly to
her do m, striving to forget her sorrow
in dreams.
Many months afterwards, one au-
tumn morning, in the city ofP---,
\ Sybil's home, Kate Ellis entered the
F. blind girls chamber. She was in mo-
mentary expectation Of visit from DIR
Wharton, an eminent surgeon. She
was very pale and much agitat,d, and
when Kate went up to her side, she laid
her head upon her bosom and burst in
10 tears.
They are coming, " she said in
4 voice full Of emotion. "Oh Kate,
once more, p"rhars may look upon
you all. Even as she spoke a step
sounded in the hall. Yes they are
coming " and she clasped her hands
together, and held her breath Yes
they were at the door it opened, and
two gentlemen came forward The
eldest man OF some cigh, and twen-
! ty years, with grave, serious counte-
nance, advanced and led Sybil toa seat,
gazing long and earn 'stly into those
dark, strous eyes. after while
smile, faint but indcscribabIy sweet,
stole over his face. His blue eyes
beamed with pleasure.
" 1t will be delicate, and a painful
, operation but if you have the cour-
age, lady, to bear, we will remove the
veil which now clouds those bright
eycs, said the clear, firm voice Of DR..
Wharton and the girl shook like an as
pen leafin every limb, while the color
came an ! went in lilful CLEANS upon her
cheek.
There was moments pause broken
by the voice OF Sybil.
" Can it be done now she asked.
am fearless. " And even as she
spoke she laid her head calmly back
upon the cushions of the chair, while
the slight quiverlng of the lips alone told 7.
that that statue-like form felt the sharp
knife ofthe surgeon.
A flash oflight swept before the dark
ened vision, and II the glorious light
of day, SyblI Conyers knew the Pedar
of Newport.
Days passed ere Sybil left her dark
ened chamber, and each day in the ear
ly morning and again when the shadows
ofnlght came on, n stately form crossed
the threshold Of her room drawing
his seat close by her who sat with her
dressing-gown folded about her, her
cheeks glowing with happiness, and
those dark eyes, soft and dewy with G.
motion, as she sat listening to the fine
ly-modulated voice of DR.. Wharton, as
he fingered the hour away, in earnest
conversation with the now happy young
creature, who often in her surbcrs
, would murmur his name, and woke To
/ press withcre flower even closer to
her lips.
And thus passed many days, when
once more Sybil Conyers went forth
with free and buoyant step, and socl-
ETY. the young genius now knew and
acknowledged.
Soft batteries were coined for the car
of the poct,ss, impassioned glances
sought her own. but Harry Wharton,
had looked into the ey cs which he had
lightcncd until thcy were closed to all
else but him and as he sought the qui-
ct drawing-room Of The Conyers, each
successive day the color deepened upon
Sybil's cheek, as his step sounded near.
Never did Sybll Conyers question her
self, VIVA. the end Of all this was to be. .
She only knew that al Of sorrow and .
gloom had taken wing ; that her spir-
it was b1sk;ng III the bright sunshine
Of love.
Bat with Harry Wharton it was 9th.