Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1854-05-06
CHAPTER II.

"Thy doom is settled ay as
Sealed as il the genius of your star had wit it,"
HuGALD MOORE.
Then came the destroyer, and her doom
was sealed A tourist satiated with the
wonders and magnifcence OF the Old
World, George Mortimer had come 10 Will
lowdale in search OF the beautiful and pic
turesoue Of his native land. OF the finest
order of intellect, his manners polished by
foreign travel, il did not take long ere he
became a welcome and au honored guest at
every firesde.
1t rarely falls TO the lot of man TO pos
sess the rare, the noble beauty that belong
ed TO the accomplished stranger. Indeed, f,
| know not if l ever gazed upon face
more superbly elegant or intellectually
beautiful. And they met, he and Ella
Clare-and then was her ideal realized
There was the face, the glorious face, with
all the granduer OF hidden thought-w,h
all its nameless charm--its wierd and mystic
fascination, that had been with her for
years, and formed the sum Of thousand
golden dreams
remember how her dark eye beamed
with light brighter, purer far, than any
gem ere drank in the flaming Orient,
when first they met and when he talked
with her, and told her, in that voice o.
low, mysterious eloquence, strange tales o
Eastern lands, where he had journeyed, She
hung entranced on every syllable that fell
from those thin, Grecian lips, which seem
ed TO tremble with eloquent expression.
And the winged hours flew on. Tn,
heart OF that bright young being an objec
now on which TO pour its long pent-ul
wealth, and o! how fondly did she low
him. He was her light--her life, and sh
had throned him there within her breast
the only deity that she could worship. o
it was a wild adolatry! But as well nigh
she have siriven TO breast the mighty tor
rents of Canadian rivers, or roll Niagara
pillows back from whence they came, a
check this tide Of wild ungovernable love
And how did he receive this rich oba
ton OF a pure young heart Could he re
turn This fond devoiion-did he love her
Aye, with such love as the lustiul Tarqui
bore the noble Roman wife Such low
as pulls down from its pedestal OF bpaut
/. the noblest handiwork OF the Great Arch
tee. the love that wiihers like the deadl
upas tree, all that comes within the cirGl
off Is influence.
Aye, he loved her, and she became h
bride But there was no priest, or altar
a.. no ring or nupiial vows; like as the go
r geous serpent wiles the trembling bird vii
Is her mysterious fascination, so did Geors
g Mortimer, by the magic Of his eye-tf
C witchery OF his low, heart-slirring voic
u break down, gently, the last barriers b
n tween him and the priceless gem he CO.
{, eted.
II And so she fell, down, deep down fro
" the dazzling pinnacle of her purity Al
= gels high up yonder, far beyond the stall
e less azure, laid down their golden harT
n and wept such pearly tears as only ange
e weep over the fall OF an erring sister
l. And now the shadow began to fall, f
the dream was over. The companions
n her youth, with revelings, passed her
m on the other side young, light-heart'
,e creatures, that knew not their frailty. H
as Mortmer--her god was gone $50 Il
Sc bloom faded from her cheeks, the coral |
" longer fingered on the quivering bloodle
i, lips-the step lost its buoyancy, and Il
G. eye its glad light OF other days. Like
a weary bird, far out at sea, with nought
ne rest its tired wing, she pined away un
as the urn of death was opened--a welcor
~ lrefuge to the wanderer,