Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1851-12-15


high wind. So stood Henry Lester-bu
only for an instan, stood, little blinded
| by the light, then stepped JOY fully forward
Fanny rose, half fond, half fearful, the
passion Of the woman at strife with The
sbyness of the child to meet his glad EN-
brace. III
"You are late tonight. dearest," she
said in an enquiring tone. :.
eyes; my groonsman, Charles Mason
came to night. ] had not seen him fol
nearly year, and SO we had many things
to talk about. never liked the fellow SC
we'll. Indeed, believe love all my
friends The better for loving you so truly
Fanny. Like Juliet, the more give the
more have TO give.
Such, dear Henry, is the infinite divine
nature of love. Did you find the evening
pleasant - e.. r .r.z- .5-...4-.
'Gloriousl The arl was both fresh and
invigoraling, the starlight is very pure,
and there is trifle of moon, you know.
just enough to swear by. Oh, Fanny, /
never was SO happy as tonight! Ny heart
was as the heart Of aschild, brimmimg and
bubbling over with happiness. | sung in
riding through the dark pine woods some
| wild tune, and | know not what words -
little besides your name, believe-I took
off my cap, and let the winds frolic as they
would with my hair; feel now, and see
how damp ii is with dew?' -.-s ..e ,.t....
Fanny laid her hand caressingly among
the shining curls, then drew it away with
blush, while her lover continued
j am so unspeakably happy-some.imes
urging on Selim at a. furious rate, the
sooner to quench the no. thirst of my heart
in your presence-sometimes checking him
up and sitting quite still, to let the great
waves Of joy dash over me-till came to
the burial ground on the hill beyond the
ravine. had passed this hundred times
with only momentary shadow;hg of heart,
as swift stream is sha6owed by flowing
under willow; but to. night at the first
sight Of the cleaning, ghaslly tomb.stones,
l reeled in my saddle and groaned aloud
tWhy SO, dear Hatrya' .a-. ,
Because, love, l. remember that you
were mortal, and not one of Gods own i'm
perishable angels, as | had dreamed you
that you might leave my love, my bosom
for one Of those low, cold, lonely beds of
sleep and dark forge,fulness. Oh, great
Heaven, the agony of the thoughtp he
cried, hiding his face against Fanny's
breast, while tears, that were no reproach
70 his manhood, dropped fast upon those
pale blush roses.
Fanny bowed her head over him and
said with tender solemnity- @s5e-.. /
4 am persuaded that neither death, nor
life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor
powers, lor things present, nor things to
come, can divide US now, or destroy our
love, which is Of God. Though | perish
TO all the universe beside, can never die
to you.' g= 81 aes&I .a...a.sg ~
.'But ah, Fanny he replied, with some.
Thing of the forwardness Of loving child,
'if should 60 first, would you grieve for
me any? Would you ever come tc my
grave TO weep, and remember how dearly
| loved you?'
sFor little while,' she added; mot long
think siti f5se+E.5... ....-. e.
Henry looked up bewildered, and she
continued, with quivering lip; because,
dearest, should soon be lying by your
side. And now, she added smilingly, 'let
US talk of brighter thibgs-l never saw
you in mood so melancholy and forebod-
ing. Clouds of all kinds are so foreign TO
your sunny nature. l rode over 10 our
house with mamma, to day. Everything
is in perfect order there, now. The last
thing did was to arrange your books. in
the little library. Your own dear mother
says that she will have the parlors lit up
and tea all ready for US the evening we
get back from the Falls sE. g. -a.o ~
Say the evening we reach home. Fan.
ny! I want to hear you speak that WORD,
so may be sure | am not dreaming Of a
pleasant, quiet home, and "a blessed little
wife Of my own.' 49,, ,-.5..,
well, then, home-your home-our
home, to be presided over by an ignorant
little child wife, a thousand removes from
an angel, but in your love, indeed, blessed
among women Now are you satlsfeds'
After receiving her lovers unspoken,
yet eloquent response, Fanny laughingly
resumed-I fancy we shall have funny
sort of nsenege-both SO young so totally
inexperienced, and with, to say the least,
such exceedingly modest means, L wish we
could live like the fairies, on dew and hon
ey; CT, rather as the angels live, on pure
love. Oh, then, Harry, we could fare
sumptuously every day. But alas, we
are only poor pair of mortals, and SO we
must be industrious and prudent. and rub
along as we can.' t..- s..-.-..s ...... ..,.
'Why, Fanny dear, | am not. SO very
young-I was twenty last March. | shall
be admitted to the bar in about two years.
In the meantime, my father will do all he
can for US, although he don't es teem early
marriages, very prudent things. l mean
to prove to him that can be as steady,
studious, diligent. onj economical, as any
plodding, money making old bachelor in
town. | shan, hear OF you giving up
any luxuries, Fanny, or making your dain-
ty hands hard with any kind OF work; but
| have already given up playing g.going and
cigars and think some Of selling Selm.
sNever!' cried Fanny. 'What. sell the
faithful creature which has borne you so
surely and swiftly to me every Saturday
evening in the year? 1t would make US