The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-01-15
R. l., JANUARY Is, 1852.

speak, as we SAID. Ills cool, clear eye
scanned the girls face piercing ly, while he
did so-admiringly too, but not anxiously,
it seemed. Indeed, there played a half
easy smile of confidence and self congratu-
lation about his lips as though some great
concession had just been won, with surety
for more to follow He too was proud,
ambitious, though poor-you could read it
in the bend of his brow and the sweep of
his hand but his pride was cool, calculat-
ing, circling about its aim gradually
never bounding upon the wave of impulse
to success, or to despair.
He laid his hand lightly, it seemed
almost soothingly, upon hers, as he went
on. But she drew her own away with a
half startled air, and lifting her eyes for
the first time, gave hurried, fearful
glance around the room and through the
easement. As her eye-lids dropped again,
round. hot drop rollel from one, and fell
upon his wrist. She sprang up as though
suffocatcd by sob, and turned to the
window moment. When she looked in
his face again, there was no trace Of tears
on hers.
And you are going :" she said, low
and steadily lifting her eyes, as though she
would let him read her soul for moment,
then dropping the fiinges over them again.
"Would you have me stay :" he in
quired calmly, never taking those searching
eyes from her face.
" No! and yes =" The first word was
spoken firmly, the last in tone Auttering
into silence. In an instant, as though
she desp sed herself for having said or
thought it, she drew herself up more
proudly than ever, with a blush burning
on each check
, "No" she repeated, eco! 60 back
to your country-to your dear France
i put the ocean between US but first teach
e me 10 forget"
Forgetr' the young man echoed
5 81 could sooner forget myself Can
r not take remembrance and love with ne
across the Atlantic What more would
3 you give me :"
D She half turned away her head, strug.
Cling with the strength Of pride against
, the passionate beating of her heart.
, There seemed sort of triumph hidden in
her companions eye, as he watched tn.
conflict he had awakened 1t was f,r this
very pride, this very queenlness, that he
had marked her his bright particular
star" in the frmam mt Of life. And in
the conquest of that ruling passion, his
cooler nature glowed, even on the thresh-
old of long separation. He triumpLed
in reading her soul but it was hidden
book to him, after all he could not inter-
pret beyond the limits his own healt had
reached, and he dreamed not of the dizzy
sweep hers could take.
Shall offer you the hand as we'll as
the heart of 'penniless adventurer,' as
your admirable father would style me, for
worse rather than better ORB
Enough !" she exclaimed " / am a
generals grandehild! do not make his
blood boil in my veins for shame that
have forgotten it /! Go! gain name and
fortune Be happy-be great But If
YOU forget, Edmund - here the strang.,
low tone came back. Suddenly sweeping
the braids from her forhead, she said,
vchem ,ntly--
"Do you know what it is to be forgotten,
Edmund :"
"You know what it is to doubt, Anne ~
he answered in tone half tender, half
severe.
"To be forgotten" she repeated. "lt
is-to die !"
ooh hush, love Why, one would
think We were making our eternal adieu
Have you one atom Of b lief in the COM
munion of kindred souls-on, atom OF
trust in me, A ne' 'Tis little thing
that so many paltry mil will be between
US, when"-
cit is not little thing ~ she exclaim-
ed, rising before him, and clasping her
white hands until the nails crushed the
quivering flesh.
at is not little thing, Edmund, that
you have made all existence blank to me,