Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1854-06-15
CLEARFIELD, THURSDAY, JUNE Is 1854.

She endeavored to detach her hand, which he
had canght second time, but he held it too
firmly. She still looked away, weeping, but
did not answer. ssYou are rich; am poor, - she
said at last, hrokenly; ssyou would some day re-
pent of this thing. Even your friends would
laugh at your folly.''
s'Then you love me, said he, eagerly. (" Is
it not so2''
But this time Helen faced him, and with a
dignity that quite awed his rapture.
'' Mr.. Alleyne, will you tine go2" she said.
am an unprotected girl, and you presume on
my situation"
"No, by Heaven, no 20 he exclaimed but let
go her hand; sc there, leave me, cruel one
You misjudge me, indeed, Miss Greame, for
your blood is as good as mine; and even if it
were not, Donald Alleyne is not the man to
love for rank or wealth.
Helen, whose pride rather than heart had
spoken, was moved by these words, and she
fingered irresolutely. Her lover saw the change
in her.demeanOr, and fastened to take advan-
tage Oft. Nor did Helen long continue to
resist his pleadings. She loved him indeed
only too well, as she had all along confessed
to her own heart. Still. even when brought
to half acknowledge that he had place in her
heart, she would not promise to be his with
out condition. He argued long and earnest
ly, but her answer was always the same.
&c We must part for year, she said. &c You
think now, with the memory of your illness
fresh upon you that you loveme; but am come
of too naughty blood, though poor now, to
marry even whero might love ,on so sudden
and Observation-Disclosures me for must speak
plainly-so sudden and questionable an attach
ment You are rich, fashionable, and with in
fiuence; am the last of line prescribed ever
since Culloden. Your place is the gay world
where you will be surrounded by troops of
friends; mine is in the humble cabin where a
few poor dependents have been my only COM
panions, ever since my father died. If you
really love me, you will return at the end of the
year; and ii You forget me, ''-her lips culver
ed, but she went on,ss-ifyou forget me, shall
live here, with the heather and muir-cock, as
L have lived bcfore.''
Her lover was therefore compelled to submit
But think you he honored or adored her less for
her resolution No he worshipped her the
in her baniehment. of Iis-----ssrOrt Ecodn1o, ne
said to himself, the daa.shtep ef sliieftains who
had f0Tsas utp p---.,,ockburn and Flodden Field,
and sacrificed their all at Cullodon.
Two weeks from that time Donald and his
friend left the Highland cabin, and Helen was
alone. Never before had she known what it
was TO be really alone. She continually missed
the presence Of that manly form, the light of
that manly eye, the deep tones of that manly
voice. She never knew how much she loved
till her lover was away.
But even year will pass, and just twelve
month from Donald,s departure Helen sat at
the spring side which she had named for the
trysting spot if her lover proved faithful. She
had been there already for many hours, watch
ing with an eager timid heart, half trembling
at her own folly in expecting him, half angry
with herself for her doubts; but now, as the
cleaning came on, yet no Donald appeared
her bosom swciled nigh to bursting She rose
frequently and looked up the bride path, but
nobody was in sight. At last the stars began
to come out; the wind grew chill; and with an
almost broken heart she rose to return to the
cabin. Her tears were falling fast.
g ! might have known this,'' she said sadly.
s'Do not all my books tell ME the same p
Ever the old story of trusting woman and
deceiving man,
AT this instant an arm was thrown around her
waist, and awell-remembered voice whispered
in her ear-ssNow Helen dear, one of our cruel
sex at least, is falsified. / thought to steal on
you unawares and surprise you; and so went
rounE ~ the Gotta na to loovo my, borco tI,oro
Had you looked behind, instead ofbefore YOU
you would have frustrated my little scheme by
seeing me coming up the gloaming."
What could she say? She said nothing. but
burying her face on his shoulder, wept glad
tears. have waited whole year impatiently
for this day. said he; &c thank Heaven find
you mine at last.
A month from that time Sir Donald Alleyne
introduced his bride to his ample domains in
England; and never had fairer wife entered
the splended halls of his ancestors.
In the great gallery of the castle is picture
ola young Scottish girl, with q half pensive
face, sitting by mountain spring; and the old
house-keeper, as she goes the rounds with visi
tors, pauses before the protrait to say, &c That
is the likeness of the last Lady Alleyne; and
lovely she was, and as good as lovevely. By
her husband, the late baronet, she was always
called the Lilly of the Valley. Why have
never heard.''
But you have, reader; and If you should ever
visit Alleyne Castle you will have no need to
be told the tale again.
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A BOY called doctor to visit his father,
who had the delirurn tremens; not rightly re-
membering the name of the disease, he called