Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1853-08-11
VOL. VINO. IL.
frrll fcnucs.
From the Musical Word a 4 Tunes.
Light and Shadow, or, Who IS Responsible.

From the Nu~ical ~or.d \ "A Tttass.
Light and Shadow or, Who IS Responsible
1t was a simple dress Of snowy muslin,
innocent of the magic touch Of French
UtOliiSte There was not an inch Of lace
upon it, nor a r0sette. nor a flower 1t was
pure, and simple, and unpretending As its
destined wearer \ pair of white kid
gloves, of fairy-like proportions. lay be-
side it, also a tiny pair of slippers There
was no bridal tf0uSSeau; no-Meta had
no rich uncles. or auuts, or cOusins.-no
co1lStstc1lt god-parents who, promising at
her baptism that she should 'renouuce the
pomp and vanities Of the world. redeem
ed their promise by showering at her bri-
dal feet. diamonds enough TO brighten
many a starving fellow-creature's path
way to the tomb.
Did | say there was no bridal rousseau ?
There was one gift, little clasp Bible
with Meta Grey" written on the fy-leaf
in the bridegroom's bold. handsome hand
Perchance some gay beauty, who reads
this, may curl her rosy lip scornfully;
but well Meta knew how to value such a
gift. Through long dreary years of or
phanage Gods word had been to her
what the star in the last was to Bethle-
hem's watching shepherds. Her lonely
days of toll were over now. There was q
true heart, whose every pulsation was
love for hcr-a brave arm to defend her
helplcssuess. and 4 quiet, sunny home
where Peace like broodug dove, should
fold his wings, while the happy hours flew
uncounted By.
Yes; Meta was looked for. every hour
She was to leave the group of laughing
hOydcns (before whom she had forbidden
her lover to claim her,) and thereafter
con6ne her teachings to one pupil whose
reward of merit" should be the love.
light in her soft, dark eyes Still, it was
weary waiting for her; her last letter was
taken, for the hundredth time, from its
hiding place, and read and refolded and
read again, although he could say it all,
with his eyes shut in the darkest corner
in Christendom. But you know al about
it, dear reader, if you own heart, and if
you don't, the sooner YOU drop my story
the better
Well, he paced the room up and down,
looking out of the window and down the
street then he sat down in the little
rocking chair he had provided for her, and
tried to imagine It was tenanted by ttc0
then, delicious tears sprang to his eyes,
that such sweet fount of happiness was
opened to him-that the golden morn. and
busy noon, and hushed and starry night,
should find them cUc7- side by side Care
he didn't know it Trouble what
trouble could he have when all his heart
eraved on earth, was bounded by lis clasp
ing arms And then Meta was an or
phan--hc was scarcely sorry-thcre would
be none for her heart to 90 out to now but
himself; he must be brother, sister, ia
ther, mother, all to her; aud his heart
gave full and joyful response to each
and every claim
Bat what a little loitcrer He was
half yexod he paced the room in his.im-
patience, handled the little slippers afFoc-
tionateIy and caressed the little gloves
as if they were filled with the plump
hand of Meta, instead Of his Imagination
Why djlilJt she fly to h;m Such an an
gel should have wings; he was sure of
that
-Wings2 God help you widowed
bridegroom Who shall have the heart
to read you this sad paragraph:
"ONE OF THE NoEwALK EICTIWs.-The
body of a young lady, endowed with ez-
traordinary personal beauty, remains yet
unrecognized. On her countenance re
poses an expression of pleasure in strik-
ing and painful contrast to the terrible
scene amid which she b-cathed her last.
She was evidently about twenty years old,
doubtless the glory of some circle of ad-
miriug friends, who little dream where she
is, and Of her shocking condition"