Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1854-09-06
From Pctcrson's Magazine.
ADA LESTER,S SEASON IN NEW
YORK.
by CARRY STANLEY.

New YohK. May 18th.
Forgive my folly, dear Ma 5gie, in wri-
ting as did at the close Of my last, for
allowed myself almost to question Mr..
Blanchard's guilt. I weep for shame
when | recall it.
There is not a shadow Of doubt now
not a shadow, Maggie. have had this
morning. with my own eyes, evidence of
his crime.
Lately have been in the habit Of ri
sing very early, and taking walk before
breakfast. Sometimes it has been but a
short one, and | have returned before the
family was up then again breakfast has
been nearly finished before l reached
home. This morning strolled on un-
consciously till | reached Union Park. l
opened the great iron gates and went in.
l supposed everything looked beautifully.
The morning sunshine must have been
bright, and the grass green in its young
strength the leaves on the trees must
have seemed SO happily busy. as they
danced and swayed in the breeze. But it
all had a sickly look to me. You know
the peculiar appearance Of Nature, when
seen through smoked glass well, feel
as if should always see the world through
a smoked glass now. And then the birds
singing too How can the little birds
sing in such a great city ? Their strain
was very sad. at least l thought so, and
that it was right it should be SO.
was sauntering listlessly along down
one Of the gravel walks. when saw, COM
ing toward me Horace Blanchard walking
with Lucy Barclay. There was no way
Of avoiding them, except by turning back.
Suddenly she looked up at me. All this
had taken but moment. Yet in that in
terval l had realized all her beauty
When saw her before it was at Il COM
parative distance but now she was quite
close and moreover was gazing directly
at me. as if something in my appearance
attracted her attention.
think l never saw such a face. AS
fair, and child.like, and innocent as a
babes. But alas that sweet mouth was
too flexible and tremulous to possess any
strength and the deep blue eyes only
looked like pleading. No wonder that
Horace Blanchard, with all his fascinia-
tions, could sway girl like that to his
will. And no wonder that she believes
even yet that he will marry her, and for
gives him. Such one " will love through
all things" and die loving.
AS they came on they were conversing
and l heard her say to him, You are
sure they will receive me % Oh, Maggie!
you should have heard that voice SO low
and silvery, and with an indiscribable la
dy-like iutonation' of all, you should have
seen the grateful look with which it. vas
accompanied. How could any men have
taken advantage Of one SO trusting? The
william to still lure her on with false
hopes, pretending that he would yet mar
ry her, and that his family would welcome
her.
Her companion did not answer her for
he heard my step, and looked up. Our
eyes met. felt mine flash with indig
nation. Had my life depended on it 1
could not have helped it. Mr.. Blanchard
started, colo: :ed, and looked aside in con-
fusion. l scarcely know what followed
But l believe | showed in my face the
naughty disdajn felt. for as passed
Eglanced at the poor girl beside him +; and
her bewildered. deprecating. even suPpli-
catory look. hauntS me to this moment.
hope she did not think l meant it for her.
But fear she did.
have been all day since in a state o
| Geverish excitement. 1t is a relief tc
write TO you. TO think that this was the
man who only nigh; before last, had al
most persuaded me, by his demeanor
that he could not be guilty.
Is it right, Maggie. that this poor gin
should be allowed still-to be juggled b.
that mans promises, yet no one raise
hand to save her?
! God help her God help me also. ant