The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1852-1855, 1854-10-12

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the summer isles upon her breast. I'm
consciously Lsaid aloud:-
''I shall be Hunt Hennesly's;" and then
my mother called me to her side.
l thought as sat down at her feet, how
beautiful she had been in years past, how
beautiful she still was, with her great, sor-
Irowful black eyes. She looked steadfastly
at me for moment and then she said half
lsorrowfully:- A
"My child have you promised to be
Morgan Philips wife!"
"No mamma, I am young yet"
eyes, very young; butif you have not
! promised, you have let him see for these
many months that you loved him-that his
lpresence at your side was welcome. Now,
Hanne. if you did not mean to wed him,
was this right?"
| blushed, and was silept,>and she con-
ltinued
'I know, that Hunt Hennesly loves you,
also, and will not counsel you. Your
own heart will be your safest guard, if you
will only follow it; only Hanne Stuart, my
child, do not let ambition, power, luxury,
anything tempt you to marry without love.
The ritribution will be terrible, terrible"
and my mother drew her shawl about her
and shuddered; albeit the room was warm.
Her voice was husky when she said:--
II will tell you my poor girl, a story of
my own youth. / had not thought to con-
less your fathers faults or mine, and God
knows which were heaviest, but you need
the lesson, and you shall have it. | was
motherless. have seen picture Of the
beautiful being who died that l might live,
but shep passed from earth ere she had
clasped me to her breast. was my faith
er's idol, but at fifteen he died and leftme
poor He had been wealthy, but after my
mothers death he had trusted his fortune
to faithless steward, and was scarcely
above want.
81 was very beautiful, the world said ,and
l knew it WELL The face that met my
gaze as l stood before my mirror. was
brightly, bewilderingly lovely, had been
educated in conventual retirement, and
my heart was fresh and pure. Ilo0ed!-
Hanne, you have never known such pas
sion. ltwas worship-~it was idolatry--it
was the life of my life. And he l loved
was poor, Allan Greamc, was fatherless
like myself, but was an inmate of his moth
er's cottage. Very tenderly they cherished
the orphan committed 10 their care. knew
that Allan loved ME. Tread in every act;
in the appealing tenderness with which his
blue eyes would reet upon my face, in the
care with which he anticipated my wishes,
and in the very intonations of his voice as
he addressed me.
"But another suitor came. Allan Greame
had never asked me my love,andI had new
Ter promised in SO many words to be his
bride, but for many months he had believed
ME all his own and yet, when your father
visited the cottage, his eyes sought my
face, with kind ofquestioning sadness
Time passed on, and seven weeks more be-
held me Percy Stuart's betrothed, Look
ing back, Icannot see by what circum-
stances this change was brought about.
worshiped Allan Greame as madly as ever
His smile was the sunshine of my exist.
ence. Your father loved me, at least he
idolized my beauty, and he was noble,
glorious man. Sill his presence had nc
power to awaken single heart thrill. But
he was rich and nobly born. / coveted
the proud rank his love could give-the
stately mansion and the old name. 1t was
long struggle between love and ambition
but at length 1 laid my hand in his. Scorr
me, hate me Hanne, l deserve it. sinned
wilfully. l knew l did not love him
that heart and soul were long ago yielded
up in passionate alteration to another
and yet became his bride.
| "Allan never reproached me, but the
stony hopeless sorrow in his blue eyes was
more bitter than the most terrible words
, His mother was as kind as ever. But
! could see the hot tears fall upon the brida
garments she was making. And /, OF
Hanne, shuddered, looking back through
all these years, at the bare thought of my
silent agony. believe that | was moro
, beautiful than ever. Ny eyes were wildly
bright and my cheek flushed like wine ar
hundred years old, mantling over silver
goblet. Ny bridegroomliked the impassivt
GOODNESS of my manners. l do not thinl
that he ever dreamed that l did not low
; him, and my statelinessaccorded well witt
? the lofty pride of himselfand all his haugh
ty race.
4 married him.. The ceremony wa
over And he turned to kiss his wife fo
i the FIRST time, when Shrek ran through
!. the church, a piercing, terrible shriek.-
Then there was heavy fall. Allan wa
$ borne senseless through the crowd. NJ,
i husband might have suspected when h
i saw my anguish, that he was more thai
{ the brother called him, but he said moth
+ ing. He even aceeded to my wild praye
that our bridal journey might be postpon
n cd until he was better, and permitted m
f to be constant watcher at his bedside
1 He had not long to wait, My beloved ha
y broken blood vessel in his fall, and tn
y fourth day he died. l held his hand as h
;. faded silently away.
= 'Katrine,' he said, looking mournfull
y into my eyes, 'Katrine, it is very sweet t
7 die thus, with you beside me. | am dyin
: for your love. shall be happy, dearest
:. for angel whispers you will be mine
i Heaven. You have never said you love
N me, but 1 know it. know that am dy
q ing, love is more to you than all this brigt
q living world, and / am going where n
: shadow falls. Kiss me, Katrine, and the
a sing me one ofour dearol songs 81
n II had Kissed him many times before as