The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-04-04

She had given LIES hope TO O most fragile bark
Twas wrecked The charm
That bound her to existence was dspeird-
Her days are nnmbered--she is sleepikg now.
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d Pass we again over the lapse Of year,
and again we find Mrs. Leicester at her
house in town. The term of her mourning
had just expired and she is making prepara-
tions to give grand and gorgeous fete.-
Her sister Clara is to come out this season,
and Heloise has determined that her debut
shall be made at her house: Everybody
was invited: and the whole fashionable
world is ugog at the thoughts of once more
attending Mrs. Leicesters brilliant parties.
Everything was ordered on scale of mag
nifcence hitherto unthought of; and many a
gentleman coaxed his ''pet curl'' into a
still more graceful wave as he thought OF
the rich and beautiful widow. And then the
distinguished Earl of C-was to be
there, and those who had hitherto been de-
MED the pleasure Of seeing him would now
have that qualification. Mrs. Leicester was
among that number, for her mourning hav-
ing prevented her from going out, she had
not been able to obtain glimpse of the new
"lon." The whole town rang with his prai-
ses--he was SO handsome, so talented so
wealthy, and fresh from Europe; it was es-
teemed quite an honor to be permitted to
speak to him. And Heloise waited impa-
tienty for the coming of evening SO that
she could feast her eyes on the wonderful
prodigy. At length, however, it did arrive.
The guess are pouring in; almost every one
has arrived, yet still the "lion" comes not.
"He surely will not disappoint me-"
thought Heloise; while the guests thought,
che wishes to make his entree at the latest
possible moment, SO as to create greater
sensation" Mrs. Leicester is talking to
several gentlemen, and Katie Darlington
stands at her side, looking very, very happy,
and also very mysterious. .-.s ......,.
"The Earl of c. screamed the foot
man at the bottom of the staircase, and the
"Earl of C--,' echoed the footman at
the door Of the reception room. The noble
Earl entered the brilliant saloon with easy
grace, although he felt himself to be the
focus of all eyes; advanced toward the hos
tess with captivating smile; but as soon as
her eye fell upon him; she gave quick gasp,
murmured Ernest Clifford's name, and, for
the first time in her life, tainted away.
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The merry peal of bells echoed and re-
echoed through the city of Washington, on
the 25th of December, l8-. Before the al
tar of one of the most fashionable churches
were gathered bridal party. and the priest
in his "robe pontifcial." has spoken the sol
emn words that make Katie Darlington
Countess of Clifford. Yes, little Katie has
at last gained the heart she wished so earn
estly to win and make herself worthy Of
Ernest had striven to see her little, faults,
but whenever he attempted to scrutinize
them, those long, beautiful curls would rise
before him and wind themselves round and
round his eyes until it was impossible to
see aught but loveliness through their gold.
en- light; and thus blndfolded he walked in
to matrmony, Now as he gazes, with all a
lovers rapture, upon the blusning face OF
his little Countess, looking so lovely through
the fleecy bridal veil, he wonders how he
could ever have thought, another half SO
beautiful. i.e,
elbow is Mrs. Leicester, Mr.. Atherton?''
inquired The Earl Of c.. meeting that
gentleman at the door Of his room when he
bounded in, few hours after the ceremo-
ny, to get something he had forgotten, "my
Countess wishes, to call and see her before
we leave for London, If sheis able TO re-
ceive visitors. = ,..s, rs ID 3 ma
"She is dead, Ernest Clifford, and you
have killed herr" screamed the old man,
wildly, crushing a note into Ernest's hand
and springing down the staircase. Ernest
tore openihs missive end read: gaaa
II am dying. Ernest! Before this, reach
Len youI Iawill BE- an inhabitant smother
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