Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1853-11-20
The Picture with Two Faces.
A nEvraIE IN ONE OF THE Saloons o. $780,.

kEvERIE IN ONE OF THE Saloons OF SARATOGA.
No Oh nor the voice was soft. and the topas
fuH OF love; but the answer was harsh. and Tbss =
quick and heavy step upon the floor as Of an,
VINO was resolved to bid defiance to all gentle per-
S1-s'on- Then again the voice grew more earnest
! on' no You must not go tc-night--oh stay With
but the answer was stiT more resolvol al T
heard an oath, as he said, aHe would no. =. 49,,
ed by a woman, and again the beavv $500.
/ strided towards the door.
The room was next TO mine, and I knesv WINS oc-
cupied by husband and wife. had often seen
them going in and out, and noticed the expression
OF concealed anxiety and suffering which practiced
eye may still detect on heroic woman's couute-
nance On his face / had read selishness, sensual
ity, and ungoverned passion, and knew there uuzt
De misery in that little room. though wealth, ard
luxury and refinement spread veil over it to COM
mon eyes.
My ear was quiekened by this knowlsdye. and
listened for the sequel Of what knew TO be the at
Tempt OF an injured, but still true ard loring VITA
10 dlssuade her husband from some MIDNIGHT rpvel.
and again she pleaded:
My dear On do not gO--'tis late, and an win
know that you go forth at this aour to some unbaI
lowed resort You must Hos 60"
1t was still for moment. and than ho...
bound as if neither bars bolts should keen hin,
from going where and when he pleased. But the
light step of love was quicker and heard the kew
turned, as she said ''YOu must not must nots-and
Oh the agony Of these gentle tones.
There was struggle faint scream. and sbe
ieil. In moment more the key again turned. the
door banged, and the mufied steps stole down
the staircase over which l listened in breatbles4
silence, till their echo died away in the street
Then the stiaed sObs fell ON my cara moan that
told me heart was breaking "ShaII I 70 tn berg,.
mo said voice within, ale is her husband If
Is one Of those secret griofs whi-h proud woman
never reveals, and is happier in feeling no one ever
knows"
could not sleep, and Openedthe easement 70 look
out upon the garden, and tar away over the cuiet
village, the groves and winding paths bathe in the
moonlight, and thought, Oh that man should mar
such loveiinessl There were no sounds nor signs OF
HE Where were the jewellers? Where. in a little
village could be concealed the dark places of mi
quity, the poisoned cup and the madening eanes--
And thought how many hearts are breakip0,-
How many pillows are wet with the teary Of an
5uish, and bosoms are heaving with the sirb of
yrel' OF thoughts muttered bat in the prayer. 'My
Father forgive them and give me strength to en-
lurel"
A slight sound caught my ear, and saw the cur
ain put back by delicate hand and pale face.
IN which the moonbeams fell, looked forth. and
acclaimed. "How long-Oh how lougP watched
all nearly morning, and still she moved not; and
gain sought rest ere the hum of voices and the
ramp of feet should Danish sleep from every eve
i'd
When awoke there were again voices. those
oft tones were softer and the harsh answers were
larsner still: but they ceased, and the heavy
numbers Of the debauchee alone disturbed the still
less The pale hand still rested on the window-siIl.
Then the morning light streamed in; and when the
bell summoned all to awake, heard again that low
ng voice whispering in the ears of the sleeper, to
lrouse him from the stupidity which wine and rev
Try had produced. Muttered curses fell back up
N her bleeding heart, but the afectionate appeals
continued until he fully understood their import,
Vhen he arose and moved about in suIIen silence at
is morning toilet.
/ descended to the parloT, and from my quiet
look observed that "happy couple when they en-
cred, the envied Of all eyes. His are drawing-room
niles, and so well do they become him. that ordiDa-
y observers would not imagine that the saloon was
he only place in which he ever wore them. But
he beautiful and gentle creature by his side engs
rustfuly to his arm and looks up lovingly into his
ace. 1t Is not strange they believe her happy and
indeed, she is. She loves with true wOman's de-
all his faults she loves him still
But the worm, that insidious worm, Neglect is
ynawng there, and the Likelihood will soon be drain
ID from that true heart.
/ thought of those words, so true and beautiful,
Are there martyrs Of whom the world never
lears2" "PaSs You in your daily walks slight
orms with calm brows and mild eyes, whose whole
ife has been one prolonged selEstruggIes' Lip and
heck, and brow tell you no tale of the spirits I'M
est" All yes, there is a whole array Of martyr
women, more heroic than any victor on the battle
ield, Of whom the world never hears. or knows, or
lreams. But there is an Eve to pity, and an Arm
o save and OH how brightly will they shine in the
ansomed hosts aboye!-AiEnie MlTtle, IN the ~
Y. Daily Times.