Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-14

L endeaVoreo 70 console ner, out my
hopes were not great. "And Mr.. Selby?"
I asked.
'Robert has spoken to his father, and he
says if papa gives his consent, he will not
withhold his. Robert is to ask papa to-
morrow, but know it will be in vain"
And in effect, as 1 feared, it was in vain.
There was a terrible scene at Sea-view
House. Mr.. Moore, in a violent passion, had
said that he would s.rather see his daughter
beneath the waves of the German Ocean
than the wife of Mr.. Selby's son; and he
was not going to permit himself to be fiat
tered into reconciliation now, when it was
SO palpably for their own interests the
Selbys wished it. All intercourse between
the families must cease at once and for
ever" Robert, who had kept his temper
for some time, could hold out no longer,
and he and Mr.. Moore parted in mutual
anger.
[ did not see Ellen till some days after
this catastrophe, and then she looked heart
broken. She tried to smile when she saw
me, but the effort was too much for her, and
she became hysterical. Poor Ellen! my
heart was sad for her she did not complain,
but day by day, and week by week, her
eye became DINNER, and her step feebler.
Her father, meanwhile appeared to be in
the state of one who was determined to be
blind to what he did not wish to see.
Nothing could exceed his devotion to his
daughter. He seemed to endeavor to anti
cipate every desire: but that she was vast
ing away, body and spirit, he soould not see
Meanwhile, Robert Selby, although forbid
ded by his father, had made several efforts
to open a clandestine correspondence with
Ellen. Only once she had replied to him,
and then it was through me. "Tell Robert"
she said, 81 shall never marry him or any
one. l am fathers only child, he has al
ways loved me dearly, and L cannot, must
not quit him. Married without his consent.
should be even more wretched than am
it is, therefore, better we should meet no
more. [ shall never forget him, Miss Made
line, but do not tell him that he must
cease to think of me-"
[ delivered Ellen's message. and Robert
declared vehemently, that to give up Ellen
Moore was impossible. He would love her
to the end of his life, and as long as life
lasted; and if she remained unmarried. he
should still hope to win her.
And now winter and spring had passed
away, and it was summer again Again the
summer blue of the sky was reflected in the
sunny sea; again the gay flowers blossomed
bright in Ellen's parterres; but the sweet
girl herself dropped like flower cut off in
its bloom from the sunshine and the dew.
Often [ noticed her fathers eye turned anx-
iously upon her. He, too, looked ill. 1t
was evident that some care preyed upon his
spirits. [ now determined to speak to him
myself upon the cause of Ellen's unhap-
piness. Accordingly, chose an opportunity
one morning, when the latter had left US
together alone. Mr.. Moore listened to me
in excessive agitation, but without anger.
When had finished he hid his face in his
hands and groaned
s. 1t cannot be-" he said; sit cannot be.
Now, at least, it is impossible I thought
it was only girlish fancy-and so it is, [
trust. will take her away. She shall go
to ltaly-she used to wish to 90 there
Change OF scene will soon make her forget.
Miss Madeline, tell you it is impossible"
was on the point of answering, when |
was prevented by the return of Ellen.
equipped in her walking dress. She and
her father accompanied me to the gate ON
my way home; they said they were going
to walk on the sands
''Have you time before tide comes up ?"
| inquired.
"Oh, yes-plenty; it will not be high
water for an hour or two."
did not accompany the Moores on their
walk; but as | have often heard the par
ticulars of it related, know what passed
almost as we'll as if l had been present