The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1852-04-28

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He entered unannounced, and his foot
fall made no noise on The soft carpet. He
stood still moment, for he saw before him
the oeing who held his destiny in her hands.
The rooms were separated by an arch and
columns only ; and Edith sat there, with a
single ess,jet burning hut dimly above her.
and shedding as is came through the ground.
glass, n soft and moon-like light about the
room, while it threw into shade The curtaiu-
cd and mirrored vistas beyond. Her dark
eyes were bent on the carpet before her,
but unconscious of their own gaze. Tho
volume she had been reading had fallen un-
notircd from her fingers to the floor; and
her arm, hanging al her side, revealed in
whieness the lace that but partially hid il
sofa, and her head leaned forward, aud re T.
ed lightly on the ends of her taper fingers.
There were no rings in those delicate ears
ho bracelet on that graceful wrist no ring
on the slender fingers: and much love 10
see beauty so adorned.
A grave, almost sad expression rested on
her face. Her breath went and came, and
her bosom rose and fell slowly each res
piration left her with sigh, and the inter-
val was SO long, that it seemed as if she had
ceased 10 breathe. Sclwyn moved toward
her, still unobserved. Ills heart beat faster
as lie approached; he bfeathcd mere beav-
lily. a possible future without her The
thought weighed oil him like an incubus,
and he hesifsied before opening the gate
that might either lead him to precipce or
paradise.
Edith"
The emotion with which her name was
uttered lent thrilling tone 10 that deep low
voice. She started, and looked up, and met
his earnest gaze; but her eyes dropped a.
gain TO the floor, and the warm blood came
10 her face and neck, then lait them talcr
than before: bu, no word followed the
glance, and they remained a few moments in
silence.
Edith y
Ten years ago, II little black-cycd be-
ing, you fitted in my pathway for mo-
ment, and then passed away, like CLEAN
of sunshine through the clouds of troubled
sky. The music of your merry laugh rang
or my ear ike the echo from siver-belIs.
The playful archness Of your ever-changing
ways seemed 10 rob guile Of its meaning;
but there was at times in those sparkling
eyes look olearnestncSs beyond your years,
that made the behoder pause and ask bles-
sing on your voyage of life. You were
Towering intu existence, and The many-col>
ored petals of thought. of hope, of affection.
were opening TO life and the gardener, Inn
agination, took the plant, which gave prom
ise of such beautiful ilowers,and trausplanted
it into The mos hallowed nook of what there
is of garden in my being; and he tended,
waiered, and watched over it, taking here a
leaf, there branch, until he had made it a
perfect unity. Aud the plant grew and
grew and, as it grew, il turned, like the
oiaiuc VI AhS ahclcH bCulplOT, inlO new
life, land it became one Of the Penaies, and its
image was niched in the wall of my soul
You came again, Edith when the girls
form had rounded into womunhood when
the laugh had lost its merry echo, but was
deepening to the heart. You came again.
Edith, and found my fancy had moi over.
painted, my Imagination had not done jus
tice 10 your being. Your earnest eyes gazed
out upon the plastic world, and sought and
recognized all things beautiful and good in
nature, art, aud sentiment; and thoughts of
wondrous depth off came, and flashed like
lightning on the subject that we analysed
and The quick play of weird and airy fans
eies, too. as il you sought TO hide with aow>
ers the fruit your soul-iree bore. Years have
rolled by since then. Edith, and have al
ways met the same kind, frank, and genial
welcome no more; no word, no act that
hate itself could miseonslIue; bnt, Edith,