The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-08-03
The Ugly Effie;
OR, THE
lected one and the
By MRS. CAROLINE LEE HENrz.

(Concluded)
sAre you not wealy?' asked Clara, after she
had again and again yielded to the entreaties of
her auditors to give them another and yet another
strain.
NO. answered she, rising; but must not for
get that others may be. notwithstanding their ap
parent sympathy with an enthusiast like myself
'Oh Mr.. Delamere.' cried Clara. addressing
pale, pensive and intellectual gentleman. who had
stood as if spell-bound by the harp, do not look
so reproachfuIly at me did not think of putting
a etop to your ectasy.
You right, said he, drawing deep inspi-
ration, was forgetting the mortal in the mmor-
tall
'Oh thatwe all could = exclaimed Miss Hor-
ton; but those who speak of Immortality in a
scene like this must be sngularly bod.'
| Perhaps it would be more in keeping by that
window, which looks out upon the magnifcence
of an evening sky answered Mr.. Delamere with
a smile winning, she could not but yield to the
invitations; and seated in curtain embrasure, which
admitted the fresh night breeze, she soon found
she was with companion to whom she was not
ashamed to communicate her most glowingthoughts
| for she received her own with usury.-He had
travelled over many lands-over the countries from
which she had just returned-and she felt as if
she heard once more the song Of the Alpine peas
ant the rich strains of the Italian mprovisitore,
beheld again the sublime and storied scenes SO WV
/ idly impressed upon her memory. But, at times,
her abstracted eye told of other subjects of con-
/ temptation. She thought of the mother whose un-
kindness had embittered her childhood, now smi-
ling unconsciously on her neglected offspring and
she longed to throw herself on her neck, and ask
her to forget Ihe past, and welcome back her no
longer ugly Eflie. She looked at her sister, on
whose angelic face evil passions had left no more
trace than the rough bark the CLASSY wave, and
forgetting the and contumely she had heap
ed upon her in the first dark portion of her life
she yearned TO embrace her, to press to her own
those smiling lips, and call her by the sweet name
1 of sister.
Not yet said she to herself; i have promis-
ed my uncle to shine before them little while, al
least till l have won their admiration as stranger
and triumphed as another, ere allow them to re-
cognize in me the ugly and hated Effie.
Surprised at her silence, Mr.. Delamere watch
ed her thoughtful and varying countenace with ar
interest that surprised himself. His early history
was romantic. In the very dawn of manhood he
had formed an attachment for fragile and lovely
young creature, who expired suddenly on the very
morning of her nuptal day, and whose white br
dal wreath was placed upon the shroud that man
tied her virgin bosom. Delamere, in the angusl
4 of SO awful a bereavement, secluded himself Ions
from the world, which, to him, seemed covered
with funeral pail, and devoted himself TO tht
memory of the dead. But, st length, the socita
lions offrendshp, the energies of youth, and thu
strong necessity of social life, drew him hack Il
the scenes which he had once frequented. chas
tened with sorrow, enriched by experience, tht
history OF the past written his pallid cheek, ant
sPeaking from his pensive eye. No wonder iha
8 .le music OF Efies voice had thrilled through
or heaft whose strings hud ouce been SO rudely bro
Ken lie felt for the young songtress most pain
iui interest tor he saw she was one born to fee
and to suffer for when wore deep feeling and suf
fering ever disunited!
Is not Clara beautiful, Dudley 2, asked Fife
the morning after the sisters met. Is she M
beautiful asths dreams Of imagination 2