Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-06-14

mind and manner, has assembled to listen to |
the voice, and look into the face OF one man.
Yet amid that vast concourse, few knew more
than the name ofthe expected orator and
many were the whispered inquiries and replies
that rose, like the murmur Of sea on sandy
beach, over the multitude.
All that could be told, however, amounted
but 10 this. Walter Lyndhurst, native of
their own State, had, alone and unaded,
achieved name and fame in distant part oI
the UniCn. Wise and good men smiled as
they repeated 10 each other, that this young
man had raised himself 10 high position in
mems regards, by the force Of an uniring
energy, the nobility ofa stainless character,
and q profound and highly cultivated intel
lect.
Suddenly every murmur was hushed. On
the broad platform stood the expected figure.
Every eye was turned on the tall, slight form,
the pale, sharp cut features, as he gracefully
returned the welcome OF his audience, calmly
and gravely as though alone with his own
great and inspiring thoughts.
His quick eye with a rapid glance ran over
the uplurned face Of the crowd, as he COM
menced his Grafton, when a sudden change
passed over that cOuntenance thai was draw
ing all regards 10 itself. The pale face grew
yet paer, the broad brow contracted, and the
white lips refused TO utter the words they
formed. He covered his face with his hands,
as if TO shut out The sight Of some dreaded OBJ
iect. The audience thinking him overpower-
ed by their presence, applauded to encourage
him. One alone, OF those beating hearts, di-
vined the cause of that sudden emotion.
In that momenary glance, he had met the
gaze OF lady, richly dressed, who occupied
one of the most conspicuous seats in b0lco-
ny opposite him. 1t was but a momentary
glance, yet long enough to enable him 20 note
every change in that beautiful but TOO well
remembered face. She, also, as she noted the
t feet of that single look, hid her face in her
handkerchief, as she murmured, with smile
of triumph: "He remembers me still "
Long ere that beautiful and volupluous face
was again visible, Waller Lyndhurst had re-
covered his self possession, and his voice deeT
and clear, was filling every ear with the ear
nest conviction that gave strength 10 his owl
opinions. Each word that fell from those
truthful and inspired lips, dropped softly dowr
into the depths of every individual mind. No
an eye wandered from that pale, earnest face
with ifs deeply marked lines drawn, as all in
stinctively felt, by labor not by care. And a
the orator wound still nearer and nearer th'
i heart Of his subject, his voice grew deeper
his face, Illuminated with the light of his owl
thoughts, seemed TO expand into youth an
manly beauty.
Amid the breathleSs silence Of those atten
tive hundreds he concluded. In the pause
that ensued ere the multitude recovered fror
the spell that he had so long held them cap
I tive, Beatrice bent eagerly forward, as if
shower down upon that being, from whose fac
! he glow OF Enthusiasm was slowly fa;is
away, her exulting end impaSsioned admi
.aton. At that instant her eye caught th
, outline of single form, out of the ranks G
!, men that filled !he lower floor of The hall, an
which gave The signal for applause that shoe
! the building 10 its foundation. 1t was the ma
iestic figure OF Colonel Delamere-her hus
ban1.
} Alone in distant and quiet apartment OF
hotel sat the man who few hours ago ha
| thrilled, by one common impulse, hundreds {
T different and contradictory natures.
, He sat leaning on table, his head reste
on bis clasped hands. Beside him lay unC
6 pened the evening journals, containing th
. report of his Grafton and complimentary an
y critical remarks. Cards and notes of invita-
e ton, from those who wished the honor Of h
= acquaintance, were thrown carelesSly dowT
e equally unheeded. What 10 him at this mt
{ ment were the rewards OF the laboriouS exc
/, tions of years-they had failed 10 give hi
e happiness!
II All the excitement OF a successful entrant
. into a city, whose streets he had walked III
Vt known and unheeded ten years before-na
v even the thought that he was gradually car
n ing outof his Individual life the lofty and bea
u liful ideal which had haunted his boyhood
/ aspirations, were swept reSlSteSSly away by
1t single remembrance Of asted and unredeeI
e ed tenderness.
10 Out of the sea Of faces that, in that EVENT.
day, had met his gaze, one alone arose befc
y, him now in bis solitude. As if gifted wi
- some magical power of retention, he DIVE
W upon the image which that glance Of nome
er had fixed forever in his memory. Like sol
;e picture of the gorgeous and vouptuous Tit
b, floated before him that beautiful yet tumult
at Gus face; its wealth Of dark brown tresses
the of olienta soflness and southern pi
il. sion, the full, red lips, The rich and vary
- complexion.
nj So like, yet so unlike his remembrance
is the fair girl in her white robes, standing bef
H. him bathed in light-as he had last seen h
4 In the one he saw the promise OF The fut
n woman; in The restless, unSatiSfed and unt
ciplintd nature Of the other, read the fuf
90 mem of the promise, but oh! how unlike
" fufIlment he had once imagined.
nd Long did The past ond the future hold
! in their spells; but at length rousing hims
ice like one who had dreamed too long, he
ny claimed,' half aloud:
he "Would TO God, oh, Beatrice, you had
ms trusted 10 me the guidance Of that Susceptl
10 and loo ardent soul! Oh, that you had
er, least found peace in your brilliant and en-,
lotp'
ow As he spoke he drew his writing desk
alf wards him, and far into the night did the |
the student protract the labors which drew
ir, away from the vain yearngs Of an empty
ice aching heart,
ma AT that same hour, in an apartment WI
W. very atmosphere, heavy with luxury, wo
est to repose, q woman with disShelved hair
disordered dress paced TO and fro, as if purs
VAS by some invisible yet avenging demon.
the and anon she clasped her white and jew
ern hands above the throbbings; while from
lie, trembling lips broke words that should /
.sI been Stined into silence in the depths of
,bi own soul:
she ale is free, and can move him yet!
ives as he seems to ali the world; and-and-
am not free! Oh God, why didst Thou lie
throw away, in one mad impulse, the bl
eJness Of life!