The Santa Fe weekly gazette. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.T. [i.e. N.M.]) 1851-1854, 1852-11-13
THE FORGOTTEN TRoTH-pLIGHT.

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bosomed in pleasant valley, near to the great
city. The jasmine, the clematis, and the barbed
briony, combined to shed beauty and sweet breahs,
whilel the wild wind played with low murmur
under the trees, and carried soft and gentle in
iuence 10 the heart dsposing 1t TO tenderness,
and 10 appreciate and jail that was lovely and
beautiful in nature, aud in humanity. II was an
evening in which the stars sung holly in the heav
emily skies above.
Beneath this portico, with eyes at times turned
upon each others faces in rupture, and anon wan
derng with an untold delight down the fair walks,
and over the lawns and nower-beds of the garden,
there stood two young people, youth and mai
den, theiI hearts filled with love and sedse Of
beauty To the left dense grove pictured to the
mind an imaginative charm, as the song OF the
nightingale came at intervals upon the ear To
the right lay stretching lake, ard beyond that
again were row Of tall and noddihg popiars.
|. Thick masses of foliage bounded the extreme end,
and behind the houses rose the swelling heiglT OF
Hampshire. H.
The two, young, ardent and full Of an unspesk-
ing love for eacA Aoher, felt at that silent and de-
licious hour, that faoture Of the soul which can
only be known by those who have experienced the
first great delirium of that confession, In whose
mutual worship Of each other the tremulous ago
nies and delights Of the soul arc SO deeply felt.
"Emmeline," he whispered, after pause, "this
sweet scene, with its calm and repose, is an apt
image Of that peace which we now fee! after the
confession has been made and reciprocated IL IS
sweet to know now, that no doubts hang over us
10 cloud our future, our parents smile upon the
prospects Of our union. Tell me, then, sweet
girl have you any after-thought upon your mind? F?
have you any scruple upon your heart" and he
bent down his noble, handsome face to her own,
and looked upon her with the deepest affection.
She lifted up her own sweet face to his, and in
il was a smile struggling with shade OF melan
choly which latter she seemed to be desrOus Of
hiding.
"No,n she replied yet in a hestating tone; "no
Horace, none--that Isl would feel none for my
heart tells me that you love me, and yet tranquil
as this scene IS now al tuls moihout3 IL o'N"i' "
some cloud lowers below yonder cloudless horizon
that may lift up ominOuslY and ovcrshadow US
both"
nEmmelineln he reproachfuy, and in low
voice said, edo you then doubt me? Have you
then really fearW
81 am childish, Horace" replied Emmeline,
"and cannot account for my impression.
ought not to doubt or fear, and do not believe
do. Perhaps il is from the excess of my joy; for
but lust now | know not what could be more
blissfu thanmy sensation. Perhaps dear Horace" +"
she tenderly, and with charming ardor added, ''it
arises from vague fear Of your absence"
envy absence, Emmeline~ he calculated with
a smile; swhat:can you have to dream from that,
since this, happiness is copnected with your own
happiness? II is on business Of our marriage that
am bound for London"
"Iondon!n she said with shudder; eyes, that
is the form that my fear takes. That is my sha'
dow which stands across my path. 1t is dim
misgiving from that visit TO London we shall sec
the dark sorrow that -, but pardon me,
throw sadness upon you which you ought not tc
feel; am grateful to you, Horacel" she contn'
ued with enthusiasm; 81 love you, and believe
you"
"Thanks, sweet Emmeline," replied Horace
passing his arm around her, and mprnting a kis'
upon her brow. "Belieye me implicitly, for | an
vowed to you, and ! put this ring upon your han'
as pledge of our troth-plight;' and as he place.
it on her finger he lifted her hand to his lips, ant
then drawing her towards him, they descended
step from the porch, aud walked slowly on towards
the garden path.
Horace Langford was the son Of a wealthy
gentleman, who had lived in that neighbourhoo,
on bis own property, as his forefathers (who hat
risen up from humble trading establishment il
the city 10 position Of wealth and eminence) ha
for generations before him Horace Was an onl
son, and from his talents, education, and prospec
tive wealth. was likely to be one Of the most sue
cessful young men Of his day. With such peer
less creature as Emmeine, his equal in statio
and riches, blest with grace, beauty and accom-
plishments, he seemed to be one likely to enjoy
greater share Of human happiness than general
falls to the lot Of men.
We have, therefore, laid before the reader tn
relative position Of the young people at the tim
our story opens, and we have yeti see whehe
the vague fears Of Emmeline were justified, Q
whether her doubts were an illusion. Horac
possessed every quality that gould be desired, say
that he was plastic and mpulsive, and his mora
courage was not always proof against the entreatie
or ests Of his friends, IND he had more than ono
to regret that his resolutions were so weak as to
only excuses for doing that which he had promise
himself not to do, as il he was only an example Q
that miserable imbecility sensible men will redac