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

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did not answer. ssYou are rich; am poor,' she
said at last, brokenly; ssyou would some day re-
pent of this thing. Even your friends would
laugh at your folly.''
ssThen You love me,'' said he, eagerly " Is
it not so2o
But this time Helen faced him, and with a
dignity that quite awed his rapture.
g Mr.. Alleyne, will You let me go 2" she said.
l am an unprotected girl, and you presume on
my sitnation.''
ssNo, by Heaven, no I" 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 herdemcanor, 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 a 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 a year." she said. sc You
think now, with the memory of your illness
fresh upon you that you love me; but am come
of too hanghty blood, though poor now, to
marry even whcra might love ,en so sudden
and Observation-Disclosures me for l must speak
plainly-so sudden and questionable an attach
ment. You are rich, fashionable, and with in
huence; 1 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 n
few poor dependents have been my only COM
panions, ever since my father died II YOU
really love me, you will return at the end of the
year; and if you forget me, bier lips culver
cd, but she went on,ss-if You forget me, shall
live here, with the heather and muir-cock, as
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
more for it. There was proud Independence
in her banishnlent. af Li.-.--~irr0rr peoahio, ne
said to himself, the daaashtes eff airieftains who
fr.d fotsst.t, D--nnoelkburn and Floddcn Field
and sacrificed their all ut Cullodon
Two weeks from that time Donald and his
friend left the Highland cabin, and Helen was
alone Never before had she known what il
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
trysfing 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
came Oh, yet no Donald appeared.
her bosom sweiled 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
GO might have known this, - she said sadly.
'sDo 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 a well-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
round by the cottage to leave my horse there.
Had you looked behind, instead ofbefore you,
you would have frustrated my little scheme by
seeing me coming up the gloaming.''
What could she say2 She said nothing but
burying her face on his shoulder, wept glad
ears. have waited whole year impatiently
FOR this day." said he; s' thank Heaven I 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 a fairer wife entered
he splended halls of his ancestors.
In the great gallery of the castle is picture
,fa young Scottish girl, with half pensive
ace, sitting by mountain spring and the old
as she goes the rounds with visi-
ors, pauses before the protrait to say, &c That
s the likeness of the last Lady Alleyne; and
ovely she was, and as good as lovevely. By
Ter husband, the late baronet, she was always
,alled the Lilly of the Valley. Why have
never heard.'
But you have, reader; and If you should ever
'isit Alleyne Castle you will have no need to
,e told the tale again.
A BOY called doctor to visit his father, |
Who had the delirum tremens; not rightly re-