Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-04-04

my brow the amaranthine diadem a Sc
raPh wears You do not love me, Glen
dora, and vet you may in some months,
nay could wait in hope for years, when
have proved nv self more worthy your
proud affection, may not hope that you
will be mine indeed-mine in truth p
Glendora made no reply-her eyes
grew dIlated and vacant-her form was
rigid and cold as marble.
Glendora, love, speak to me-, said her
lover, pleadingly, tell me that tonight is
not always She remained immovabIe. as
though she heard him not. 'Ora, nv own
Ora turn to me, speak-fOr the love of God
speak once more to me, be exclaimed almost
frenzied, and folding her closely to his ach-
ing heart Glendora say one word-ssy
notc is not toreUeT =
Now IS forever! ! repeated the wretched
girl, in hollow voice, and spring ging from
his arms, she passed rapidly up the prone
made, and hurried to her own chamber.
Melbourne started, gazed after her, for
he dared not pursue, and with wounded
spirit which felt that it could purchase with
its own salvation, the power to recall the last
half-hour, suddenly left the festival.
Very terrible to the young and feeling
heart is that moment when misfortunes falls
SO thick and heavily that its very spirit-life
seems crushed, when it finds no help on earth
and sees no hope in heaven! Such a sor-
row was sweet Ora Cameron's, as with a
glazing eye and freezing soul she entered her
own elegant chamber. The moon had al
ready passed the southern angle of the build
ing and no feeble ray fell in through the ma
pie leaves, the lamp on the dressing-table
burned low, and its dim. uncertain light shed
but faint and fading CLEAN around the a.
partment. The white gossamer drapery oi
the couch, and that which foated from the
easement, waved slowly to and fro in the
night breeze, and yet the air seemed still and
, heavy with the costly perfumes. escaping
from the richly cut crystal TASKS, left unclos
ed upon the toilette" in the hurry O
! preparation. The young girl advanced to
ward this high, old-fashioned frame, and put
: ting aside the perfumes bowed her head il
utter astonishment of spirit, upon its velve
cushions, until her white cheek cleaned VI
from the rich crimson of its resting-placc
= like wreath of snowy surf upon rec
: of coral. Her eyes had an eager, askin,
= !, look, as if their wistful glances sought fo
! something, she scarce knew what, yet 1h
uttered no complaint, for her lips seemet
Q locking together! The horrid sentence
!. For me there is no such thing as lore
y appeare1 to glare in letters of fame al
over the apartment--she closed her eye
: heavily-it shone there still, for it we
: written on her tortured brain.
:. 'Ora's reverie was long and withering, tn
! dark shadow gathered round her reason, an
: her cold fingers sought the poignard whic
: lay upon her colder bosom. AT least th
y is left me she murmured, as she drew
:, forth, and with it came the letter which sh
: : had placed there in the garden, and forge
: : ten. Mechanically, she opened tits fe
words were these, 'Glendora, you are fre,
your prosecutor is no more In saying thi
n he fell by my hand, is neither to implicat
: myself, nor to claim your gratitude, for nov
n and ever, | am to you-unknovn.' The raj
= = id transition from darkest despair to wild i
toxicating joy. seemed now to open in th
young creatures heart, some of the feelin,
- of earlier days. The sweet warm tea
. gushed to her eyes, and kneeling down |
!, the low divan which she and Ida had oce
!. pied some hours previous, sho poured out
N N God her Protector joyful prayer of graf
!, - ful thanksgiving. So weak, SO weary, SO e
# hausted by the strange and conflicting e
- citements Of the evening, she sunk to slul
., Der ere her orison was ended. and her repo
" was deep and dreamless. The early NOR
. . ing found her sleeping still, and oh ho
r. =, beautiful, as she lay there with her ri
dress. and jewelled tresses-her head W
, pillowed on a rounded arm, and one snov
:. hand pressed upon her bosom, held the gl
N tering poiguard. The sunshine laugh
" through the boughs of the old maple, and f
90 in large drops of molten gold, over her sat
Iv drapery, and the wind-spirit, in his glee, flu
~ shower Of crimson leaves to mingle wi
their sheen, till the lovely sleeper seem
- an Alpine snow-drift halfburied in the g
geous shadows of Italias's heaven
, (ConcIusion in our merit
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