The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-17

then looked up as proudly as ever, I'LL ii
lip curled and his voice grew cold, and
walked from mo in anger. Bot what wa
that 70 me! Was his proud name, 81 broa
lands, OF noble mansiona On no. Itrie
to forget him, and though the red blush va
on his forehead when we met | looked .
him no more.
Atter that there came a fair girl with him
| They say she was his cousin, and I saw he
hanging upon his arm, and watched her col
OF come and go ia his presence. knew
she loved him then, and envied her, for sh,
saw HIM always hated her, too, for HI
Fever fiowned when he looked upon he
face
But Igrew tired Of the darkness, and the
consultations, and thc weariness Of those
days. felt that I could lie on ihat couch no
longer, with the fever preyipg at my heart
rose up and said was better. The physi.
clans confirmed nay statement, when they
saw the color come back to my cheek and
the brightness to my eye. So wen, into
The world once more, aud danced, aud
talked, and laughed more gaily than ey-
er. i,3s
Washe not theaes Was Il not his voice
that thrilled upon my ear that night, when
turned in the dance and saw him BY my
sidsa Oh, the brave spirit that had upheld
me so long, left my heart then. / tainted in
his arms. Whose lips smiled tenderly then
as he presented me kindly to his heart and
calling me his knew that he loved me
after that, and feared his cousin no more
av, il is true, he did leave them all for me,
giving up his "mother's look and his sisters
smile, y and breaking the heart Of that fair,
pale cousin; he did leave the home of his
childhood and go to India, there to gather
the yellow gold with which to crafty the
base pride Of her who had SO tempted him.
| cannot think Of this; cannot speak -of
this, for they mock me, those pale, euyious
speclres, when cay that for my sake he did
this, and never came back agais, ,hatI killed
him; l who thought only of him, and in the
still darkness and The torluriug night watches
prayed only tof one look more, though the
dead might rise to answer me. And what
came at my appeal His mothers face. Aye,
with a cold reproachfuI glance as il she would
have cursed the destroyer OF her son. could
not bear it-I could not--her brew was so
like his. And /; followed me everywhere
at midnight, atnoonday those features glea,
med on me the same. Do you wander that
raved then!
The pale gih, too; they told me strange
tales of her. They said that her step had
grown feeble, and her eyes dull since his
death; bu, what right had she They told
me something else they said that her enly
consolation was little picture Of her cousin
that he had given her in former days. They
told me, and never knew why my lips com
pressed and .he blood left my cheek as they
talked of the love token of his early days.
My sorrow was hidden then, and my NAL.
ady worked inwardly. That night could
not sleep; the portrait haunted me. Why
should she fold his likeness to her bosom,
when whom he loved SO truly, was desc
latea | dreamed lha, il were only mine, il
could only once see the pictured lineaments
Of my beautiful and unforgoiien, all those
haunting spscires would leave me, when I
was alone. pondersd all this !; and one
might, when every one was asleep, and
nobody thinking Of me or my sorrow, rose,
and stealing softly down stairs, went TO the
house.
!, was allow cottage dwelling, and The
easement was left oren. | entered, and
bent over The sleeping girl, All! she was
thinking of him, but she looked so peaceful
Iy that envied her On her neck saw the
ribbon attached 10 his picture; her fair, small
hadas were clasped over il, and paused
and hesiIaled. ja;ss. then she smiled soft
childish smile, and knew she had asver
loved him, OF she could not smile, whei he
was gone forever. That thought gave me
strength severed the ribbon with small
knife had brough. with me, and lifting up
her hands, seized the picture.
She walked, and screamed aloud, as the
bright knife gIittered in the moonbeams, and
... ssr eyes glanced upon my figure. Her
scream intellectually through the cottage.
seized my prize and escaped the picture
was mine--all miae | pressed il to INV ~
heart and was se.ssppy, ios the speotres did
not come. Icould sing now, and talk gaiIy
with them all, for those sweet features smil-
ed on me once more. But my fathers eye
began TO rest strangely on my face, and my
companions shrapk away when encounter
ed their gaze. Well, heard news soon
,hal fair cousin was dead ay, dead and
they said ihas grief for his loss had caused II.
But told them no, that grief did not kill, fol
I had loved him loo.
II was the day Of the funeral. ! wanted
10 seeher once more but knew that his
mother would not let me come in If she
knew it. So yelled my face and went to
Ithe house drew usar and stood by the
hier Of her who had found that rest which
wac denied me.--How like a rose, crushed
by the tempssl she looked, 50 still and pale
/ envied her fer that quiet sleep, for shs had
died for him. The ligii; curls rested grace
fully on The fair cheeks, all her hands were
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