Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1852-06-24

creature so much. and L determined in
future to treat her more gently. and I
longed for another opportunity to show
her some little kind attention.
1t was month before [ saw her again :;
and then l met her in an assemblage of
the bright and beautiful If l met her
there-and much l hoped | might had
expected to see her pale and sad, and her
mild eyes still beaming their love of woun-
ded, painful love upon me- I entered
the room, and there | saw my Mary, in
the midst of a group, with such beam of
happiness on her brow, as | had not seen
there for months before | knew il was
not all assumed, for she was one who was
unable at all to conceal her real feelings
and then her department lacked that CAV
ETY., that exuberance of Joy, which so Of
ten conceals the saddest heart / knew
that she was peaceful, joyous. and happy
as free from aught else as when l led
her to school-a little child
I approached the group, and soon
found her side. During that evening
devoted myself to her, but she that night
to me vas only pleasant, gentle and cheer
ful she gave not one look of endearment,
though all was kindness.
That night, sleep was a stranger to
me. The next evening [ called upon her
1t was long since | had been at home, and
she appeared surprised at meeting me =
More was she surprised, when l poured
out to her the torrent of my hidden love,
with all the passionate earnestness Of
youthful feeling But calm and self pos
sessed, she answered 1t is too late now.
Charles. [ viii tell you all You know
we grew up together; you remember all
your kindness to me when a tiny thing
and my confding affection for you. scarce
Iy feelingsafe except by your side When
l ceased to be a child, all things changed
with me to passionate love, and | dotted
on yOu-almost idolized you And thus
| continued to feel till the night you ut
tered that cruel Jest. That overcauae me.
and l was obliged to return home That
night my soul was a chaos of agony
That night the whrlwind and the storm
of mighty feeling was upon my soul but
when 1t had passed, found it had swept
all traces of my passi si1nate love for you
1t was what might have been with others.
the sorrow of years concentrated ia that
nights agony. And since then | have
been happy. love you, Charles, but it
Is only as a friend [ feel no reproach,
no bitterness; but for you, or for any 9th
er, L feel not one spark of passionate
fame
She paused-and bewildered I gazcd
upon her-so calm, so still, so swee1 and
beautiful. In my souls bitterness. [ felt
that that calmuess was no outward show
There was no smothered fame; the fire
was fully extinguished and all in vain |
tried to fan what [ hoped might be its
slumbering embers
The scene was changed the home
where [ had been so happy, seemed a place
in which [ could not bear to live, and
became wanderer in foreign lands
After years of absence | returned,
and then | found ny Mary the wife of as
noble man as was ever formed in Gods
own image. Could | have cherished in
my heart my burning love of her aud
and have felt myself an innocent man, |
might have been happy; my emotions
were a continual reproach to me. and [ =
gain strove to forget them il foreign wan
derings.
A few years passed and the failing
state Of my fathers health brought me
u'ile again. mary hUSUahd was ueau.
and she was on the verge Of the grave -
felt now that might once more see her
and do no wrong and it was my blessed
privilege to bestanding at her side as her
soul entered heaven
Frank that beautiful-that blessed
woman-was your mother; and the burn
ing passion of my love for her, has been
east on her only child-on you, my own
darling boy, the son of my own souls
adoption
There we're tears in the deep blue eyes
Of Emme Lee as that tale was closed and
gently she stole to Howard's side and
placed her hand in his
The old man saw his purpose was ac-
complished, and placing an afectionate
hand upon the heal Of his niece. and Kiss
ing the almost worshiped face of his adop-
ted son. he returned to his library-Port-
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