Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-10-13

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'.Welhelm, know ye asgh. Of that fai
maiden2'
"1he sign, Molseigneur, reads for itsel
'tis the goldsmith S daughter" was the vas
SAILS reply.
AT that moment she raised her eyes from
her work and met those Of the knight
fixed upon her; in an instant her face an
neck were suffused with crimson blush
and like startled fawn she sprang to he
feet and retreated from the door.
Sab, my gazelle," exclaimed the knight
'syou are too beauteols 10 be lost, by ou
lady, must win heri"
| Dismounting, he gave his steed in charg,
Of his squire, and entered the shop; Mar
guerite was in the back Of it, and woult
have been glad TO make her escape, but hi.
sudden entrance compelled her to remain
in the absence of her father, and receive
his address, for he appeared desirous o
making purchase. Taking up supert
necklace, he praised its beauty, while with
| ewes cast down she listened 10 him. which
gave him full opportunity to gaze on her
charms.
Noticing it, and somewhat piqued at his
coldness, she ventured TO speak.
"What is Monseigneur' wish?" she in.
quired.
"One taste Of those lips, my fair one, y
was his reply, leaning towards her; she
started back and exclaimed
"Monseigneur is rude, you forgot your.
self, do you wish the necklace? if not,
will retire. e.
"By my faith" exclaimed the knight, 81
like your spirit, the necklace Fl! take"
lnquiring the price, he counted ou. the
gold, as she stopped forward to take it, he
flung the necklace gracefully around her
neck. The act caused her to utter slight
scream, while she endeavored to remove it,
but was gently restrained by the knight,
who taking her hand, exclaimed
"Keep it, fair maiden, as token of my
love, pure as the pearl.drops that encircle
thy neck"
No reply did the maiden make, but she
cas-. down her eyes, and her hand trenb.ed
in bis.
"Maden," he said, 81 must bid you fare.
well, fo- my steed is impatient, but soon
hope we shall meet again-at verpers to-
morrow eve-mayest it not be SO sweet
onep'
A slight pressure of his hand was the only
reply. Raising her hand to his lips, he
imprinted a salute, and bidding her adieu.
took his departure.
1t is The hour of vespers. The religious
twilight of the hour, the lamps that burn on
the altar, the kneeling crowd, the tinkling
hall ,rd ~ n ob,pt oc III eor,;o, -,
it rolls along the yaulted roof of the cathe-
dral in broken and repeated echoes, fills the
soul with solemnity and awe.
In that large kneeling crowd was Mar
guerite, and by her side knelt the same gay
gallant cavalier, who crossed the threshold
of her humble home TO win her love;
strange place for gay cavlier; what sim
ful purposes arose in his soul and Knocked
at the Bonded knee. Did his heart beat
wild with earthly passion, while the uacon-
scious lips repeated the accustomed prayer?
Margurite, beware, least thy gentle nature
prove thy undoing!
From that time forth, that cavalier knelt
by her at vespers, and was her constant al
tendant. But how was Margurite, from
the day the knight FIRST saw herr She was
no longer the same gay and laughing maid.
en- that she was wont 10 be; she was sadder
and thoughtful, and often pearly tear
drop started from her eye.
MaEy warning thought had flashed
across her mind, ,hnt life vas not SO bright
as she had dreamed it; some vague, bound
less, indefinite uncertainty, which has some.
thing akin with the feeling of youthful
heart, when some doubt, or some fear,
some newborn apprehension that sorrow
would find her, caused that sadn ess Alas!
her tears were too true.
Months rolled away, and the fair Mar.
guerte was wooed and won, but now COM
menced her sorrow. No longer knelt the
knight by her side at vespers; no longer
did the silvery tones of his voice gladden.
her ear-lalse, false was he.
Occasionally he rode through the street
where she lived, but no glance did he be-
stow in that direction.
A year rolled by, and one beautiful eve
Marguerite was standug at her fathers
door, apparently listening to the yesper
bells, rs their sonorous sounds rung out
sweetly on the still air, but sadness and
sorrow were visible on her features, as
anxiously she gazed at every passer, hop
ing to see once more, the false knight who
had stolen her heart. She watched in win,
and with eyes filled with tears, was about
to seek her room, and there in silence to
weep over her lot, when the tramp of
horses broke on her ear; she fingered on
the threshold to gaze at the band Of horse
men as they gaiy rode up the street,
What caused that sudden look Of joy TO fit
over her features? At their head rode
knight-=the same who had pledged his love
to her. Almost fainting with joy. she saw
him rein his fiery steed at the door, but her
hearts blood almost froze when she met
his cold glance, and deadly pale was her
cheek when he held forth to her lock Of
golden hair.
"Fair maiden," said he, "tell your father
to make me ring Of rare jewels, and en-.
twine with them this lock Of hair, for in
tend it as gift to one whose beauty is my
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