The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-10-27
WHOLE NUMBER l35

her Dcu, 0au Sne not reared 10 Detray,
by such unwonted eagerncss, the almost
childish anxiety which fevered her blood.
However, she rose long before her usual
time, and began her toilet, as much to
while away the time as to apply artificial
means to heightcn the advantages of
nature.
She had just given the last touch to
her attire, when Castor was announced
in the saloon, where she awaited him
alone. He came in with that half
serious, haif-easy air familiar to him, sat
down, and addressing Madame Dali
burn =
Need I madam, said he, explain
what brings me here Have you not
OWNED it ? q.
"' Perhaps
"' Even should my attentions, my
assiduities, and my whole conduct not
enlightened you, could what L said yes
tcrday leave any doubt Well, then
| have found that deeper feeling sought
after The woman, the expected one,
whom my heart yearned for, is come
In word, madam, | am in love y
"' Are you quite sure, sir p replied
Madame Dalburn, accompanying the
question with a somewhat coquettish
smile.
Like you, l doubted at first
gravely replied Castor. L was afraid
of confounding a transient inclination
with durable attachment. have in
terrogated, one by one, all the. .fbres of
my heart; have sounded the depths
of my soul, Now my doubts are re-
moved, madam; the happiness of my
life depends on a union Of which you are
lrbiter. Say, the object of my love-
he, as he perceived Mademoi-
'elle Dalburn, who had partially opened
he door, the object of my love is
londer =
{" AT this thunderclap, which reduced
o ashes the whole fabric of her dreams,
Madame Dalburn felt mortal chill pass
hrough her veins her temples we're
covered with an icy dampness, her eyes
closed, her pulse ceased to beat, and
he almost tainted away on the divan
where she sat
Z" What is the matter, madam; .
,rled CASTOR, on seeing her turn pale.
" Nothing, SIR said Madame Dal-
,urn, with violent effort to conceal
Ter anguish.
/" She convulsively clasped the hand
If her daughter, who had rushed to her
assistance.
"' Nothing but sudden pain occa-
Toned by emotion very natural on think
ng of separation from one we love-
60 God forbid that | should have the
ruelty to require such sacrifice of
ou have no mother, madam you
hall be mine. You must never leave
S; you shall live near us, with us, in
ne family. The being l shall most
I'VE in the world after her will be your
Elf
She threw on CASTOR one look of
PROV and resignation, and turning her
cad towards her daughter, who was
'aning over her -
&C You must decide, said she to her.
The latter looked down timidly,
nd her only aswer was holding out her
apd to Castor, who tenderly pressed it
etween his own and kissed 1.-THE
lishing stroke which vibrated through
adame Dalburn's soul like the funeral
,ell of her last illusion !"
Madame d'Arvigny stopped moment,
prey to emotion, which was shared by
adame de Tourville.
" And now, Constance, Presumed she,
do you want me to remove the veil
der which | have concealed my per-
nages ?"
" 1t is needless, mother, to remove
cir masks. have known the enigma
sixteen years you have now taught
e answer"
" Well, my child, profit by lesson
IRE painful than the discreet warning
ZEN by white hair. 1t is better to
we regrets than to wait for indifference.
event, by a voluntary retreat, the dis
in of world that now adores you.
'dicate before your sceptre slips from