The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1852-01-03
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DANGERS OF FILTRATION.
BY 1T. TRowBRIDGE.

saL BY J. T. TRowBRIDGE.
" "The world would hardly be wort
living in were it not for filtration" ex
claimed the gay and thoughtless Isabe
Lee, as she langhingly entered he
aants room. @
81 hope you are not serious" saic
her amt.
There is nothing like filtration 7
cried the merry Isabel /" But you look
reproachfnl-angry-"
s.0h. lam not angry" replied Mrs
Berford with melancholy smile.
"But you are dispieased?" 2"
=. :" Your words awaken recollections
which cause me to feel sad, Isabel
that's all. Sit down here by my side,
and you shall hear story of one of my
firtations, which may change your
mind.n
Isabel sat down, looking thoughtful,
and her aunt continued
When | vas young like you, dear
zchild, 1 was quite as gay and thought
less as yourself. was called CO.
quette, and, shame to confess it, glo-
.sried in the name until the occurrence
OF the painful event am about to re-
late. a
. Half a dozen times year used to
visit C-and spend a week or two i'll
the pleasant society of our friends in
that place. There frequently met
pale, handsome, sensitive young man
named Gilborne, who paid mo very
fiattering attentions, making me the
theme of several poetic effusions, and
with whose partiality was very well
pleased.
q was warned by many we'll mean |
ing friends against encoura gIng the |
addresses of so impulslve person as
Gilborne, who, they said, was mere
serious than |, and who might end by |
falling more deeply in love with me
than expected or desired. laughed |
at the idea; and finding the addresses
of the young poet still agreeable,
continued to receive them until it was
too late.a
Too late! how so; aunt2"
sWhy, 10 my astonlshment, he one
day made passionate declaration OF
love, and offered me his hand"
g And you did not love him 2"
g No, child: | was merely pleased
with him. But even then | did not
suppose that his love was more than
the result of sudden impulse, which .
would pass away with my visit to c.. 7,
So / respectfully declined his Offer
laughed at the idea of marrying at that
age. and begged him to dismiss the ,
subject from his mind On the follow
ing day left c. and relutned home. {
Letters and poetry followed me, !,
breathing the most passionate devotion
md burning with the eloquenee of =
owe. They bore no name. but | knew :
hey We're from Henry GiIborne, but |
vas beginning to be very much annoy s
ID. 4 took counsel with my friends !
ind resolved to send all future epistles :
rack to i'm unopened. returned two :,
etteFs in this manner, and received no {
more. But three or four weeks after | :
eeeived q newspaper, in which there ;,
vas o son net addressed to me under a :,
fictitious name, and signed with his =
initials. He had discovered a new :
node of reaching me with his passion
te illusions, and from that time SON. :.
~
4 the c. Gazette nearly every
reek..tsi #.
q At this time Mr. Berford was pay II
ag me his addresses. He was one of !,
ature's noblemen--frank, generous,
rrn in what he considered right, and -
gentleman in his manners. Having :. :.
earned . lesson from the unhappy ter -
lination of my last dirtations, / re-
sived Mr. sBerford's attentions in DIFF. as ~
rent ananner from what had been Pi
to do, and in short time ne
q were married. al bas sss4afI wis no
The ceremony took place in church in'
loved MIR. Berfotd. Gilbofne was fol.
Q moment quite forgotten, and / was We
lrfectly happy. 4 had NOT a thoughtl ! b
disturb the peace of my miHd-the kn
I'm repose of my heart, which had me
willingly, gladly given away until,
We wsre passing from the Church, sey
: eyes fell upon . wild, haggard, vol
.nre standing near the door. AM
was Gilbornel His face was
sadfully pale, his lips ashy, his eyes sen
s8med with an unnatural brightness, for
d he trembled ia every limb. II anc
rted, uttered a suppressed cry, and anc
clung to my husbands WIT
n. AgPang went through Inytheart q
/ paRg of remorse and dread which ing
hall never forget dee
8 What's the maiterY Edwardasked. hay
ould notTeply. Bns he saw my eyes tho
I'd uPoh the haggard object in the fell,