New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-08-23

must be perfectly still And after taking
little nourishrnent she fell again into that sweet
sleep that had already been such benefit to
her exhausted spirit. 1t was not till tie next
morning that May awoke 10 perfect conscious
ness, and then her first words were OF Nor Tuner.
She shuddered as the thought OF poor Forests
words, for she remembered them all and when
she asked, with that anxious, tender expression
upon her pale face if Henry had yet returned.
Dr. Grey hestated moment, and then told her
very gently he had some good tidings for her.
but that she must promise to be quiet, calm and
still The sweet girl looked up to the kind old
man s face with one of her own heaut1ful smiles
as she whispered--s'I know what il is, for
dreamed that Henry had returned, that he was
sitting by my side, and, though he did not
speak, he took my hand and watched long and
anxiously over me. Oh doctor, has he not
come, and may not see him will be very
calm, for feel almost well now.
Dear May Morton! The next moment the
arms Of Mortimer were about her frail form,
| and her head nestled lovingly to his bosom,
while the tears and smiles covered her lovely
face, and her lips trembled but without utter
ing word.
Dear Mayi From that hour her recovery
was rapid and sure. In few days she was
able to be lifted into her fathers carriage, and
with the faithful Mortimer for an escort, to ride
about the pleasant haunts they had both so
| QIten tfOu III cnItuHOou anu eaFly youth, The
| health glow came back to her white cheek aud
| her lips again beamed with their own bright
earnation, and the dimples that belonged only
to them, again came and went with every vary
| ing expression of her joyous face.
| It Tas near the last of October, but still warm
and bland; for the smiles of summer had hardly
| departed from the fair groves and pretty gar
dens Of MapleFille, and the gorgeous drapery Of
! autumn hung about the old woods and noun
tain peaks The evening was very quiet, and
the pale moonbeams crept through the futtering
| leaves that still shaded the parlor windows Of
the Morton mansion, while a cheerful, happy
company were assembled within at the cere-
nlony which was to join the fortunes of Henry
Mortimer and May Morton for life.
| Very lovely was May on that pleasant eve,
with her muslin dress and raven tresses, and
that lovely, meek expression of her humid eyes !.
and very proud and happy was Mortimer. as he
clasped her little trembling hand. and gazed
into her blushing face, his own glowing with
smiles, and eloquent In its manly beauty and
hopeful expression Clara Day and Ig~ere
bridesmaids, and we were almost as happy as
the young bride herself We could not help
whispering in Mays ear, just before leaving
that night, one word Of the old sibyl in the
grove, and our secret ramble through the forest.
but she only smiled, and said the fortune teller
was mistaken in her case, and that she vas;
very foolish to give heed to her words.
Susy Claire had left quiet Maplevillc for her
city home, and Grace Buckley had gone to the
orange groves of the South, weeks before the
wedding at Mr.. Mort0n's, and after had seen
the young and lovely bride quiet and he ppy in
her own fair home, /, too, quilted the pleasant
scenes of the rural village, though with real
regret and many fond and cherished memory
connected with its valleys, its shaded paths. its
Numbering lakes and ripping riyulets, andits
Wild and craggy mountain sides. n -.si ,zi4z.