Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-08-05
|. Henry ArdenIi
Or, the Result Of Honor.
(GonhHued.)
BY NJ. H. IOOsHy

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During the week our Hero had mo-
seen Mary Henderson; ahd he could
not bear the thought Of going away
without seeing once moro the sweet
girl-who ON he looked upon as his
/, guardian sngel-and thanking hel
for the disinterested kindness that
she had 50 often maifesteh towards
himself. Emboldened BY the cir
cumstances which surrounded him,
he penneh ], in a tremblingIand almost
illegible hand, d hurried note, re-
questing a private interview ere .he
should de part, to see herIperhaps no
more. In the evening, when the
shadows Of tree and hill we're begin
ming to lengthen, with aEpalpitating
heart and an agitated step he sought
the quiet and lonely spot designated
in his note The generously acqui-
escent Mary was already there. She
Was musing and did not observe the
approach of the youth. Her atti-
tude was pensive, and a Slight shade
of melancholy had chased the beam
ing su Night of JOY from her lovely
count4nance. Young Arden was
pausing to contemplate f5ri a moment
! the child-like loveliness Of that noble
girl. She started LOOKED up sud
denly, and saw him.
Mary said the youth. 4 was
afraid you would think m9 too pre-
sumpticus, and refuse me this oppor-
portuaity of thanking you for all
/ your past kindness to one So humble
and unworthy as myself but your
generous nature will not permit. you
to refuse a request, even though it
were unreasonable,
Your request, (she replied,) was
not at all unreasonable But, if !
had known You wished the interview,
in order to thank me for any thing |
have done, I am not sure | should
have come; for what I have done, |
deserve no thanks; l have only done
what many others ought to have
done!'
'Ah, Mary, if all thought and act
ed as you do, earth would be an
Eden, and the hell of many tor
tured heart would be changed to
heavenr
you, indeed, overrate E ny princi-
Pies, but when do you lehvf?
Tonight, at eight o clopk, in the
sjage-coacb.'
'Toreturn when2,
Il do not know. Lam going for
Ian indefinite period, and | have not
the f4intest idea when | shall return
1T mustibe trying to youf mother.
She thinks there is none in the world
like you. Henry, you must hever for
get herr
Miss II anderson, what my fate
may be, / know not; but in the
darkest, or in the brightest hour,
there are three persons ID The world
whom | can never f9rgat- - those E
| three are my father, my mother, and
yoaf
(The maiden looked d own, and the
youth continued.)
oh, Mary, how often have | walked
| in the fearful twilight of reason! how
often have | tottered on the awful
brink Of in sanity! and, butfo you,
| I might now be bowling in Tits horri-
BILE depths! You are beyond the
reach Of a repayment from me-
Fortune has placed an insuperable
barrier between us. / am Unworthy
Of you, or [ would, at this moment,
throw myself at your feet, Iand-
uiat an I talking al 4outR Sweet
girl, forgive me- May God bless
Gu! Farewell!'
lie fed wildly and preeipitately
from that trysting spot ana the as
tonished maiden was left alone
Reader. she could not analyze her
town feelings; neither can l.
CHAPTER v
We pass over the parting Of the
| son with his parents, the soHs Of the
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