True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-07-18

for the wedding, Reginald came by invita-
ton to ihe cottage, to remain until after
the marriage. l stood by Rosalie's side
when he came forward to greet her. A
deep shade of sadness sat on his brow,
aud his cheek was pale and wan. My
heart leaped wildly, for the thought fash
cd across my mind, for the first time, that
the all-absorbing passion of Rosalie was
returned! Calmly and courteously he ex-
tended his congratulations, and calmly
were they received; not nerve tremblcd,
not sigh broke from either proud heart
Since the preparations for the wedding
had commenced, I had been most of the
time at the cottage. Rosalie did not wish
Inc to leave her; and, when at night she
lay in my arms and wept until the dawn
| earnestly prayed God to avert the i'm
pending destruction. .....
One delightful evening the gentlemen
were walking in the grove behind the house,
and Rosalie and | sat ON the piazza, in the
clear, cold moonlight. She drew from her
bosom the locket found upon her at the
time of her abandonment, and touching
the spring she held it toward me and ask
ed
500 you see any resemblance between
this miniature and myself"
"Why, Rosalic," replied, "have l
not often told you that it is an excellent
likeness of you, as you will appear some
fifteen Or twenty years hence? The lady,
Rosalie, must have been your mother" j."
At this moment the gentlemen approach
cd "Well ladies'" said Mr.. De Varrian,
gaily, advancing to the side of Rosalie,
"what are you disputing about, now?-a
miniature as 1 live! really, l don't know
but 1 shall be a little jealous if you do not
favor me with view"
Rosalie sighed sadly, and held it towards
him as she said
at was found upon me when an infant. ,
One look De Verrian cast upon it, and
he staggered back against pillar, pale as
ashes
"Merciful Heavens Rosalie," he ex-
claimed, "for the love of God tell me
quickly how you came by this?"
"You are aware, believe, Mr.. De Yer
rian, that 1 am foundling-that l was
left at the door of dwelling in the city
of B., when an infant, alone and desolate,
replied Rosalie, and there was tone of
sarcasm in her voice "this locket, sir,
was in the box in whic h I was laid"
"How long ago was this?' eagerly de-
manded De Verrian.
"Ncarly eighteen years ago, sir; it was
late in the month of December, IS"
De Verrian sprang forward and caught
her eagerly in his arms.
"My own blessed, lost sister! Oh, Ro,
sale, if I have lost a pite, I have gained
a sister! God in Heaven be praised, for
directing me hither!' and the usually
calm De Verrian wept freely.
In Rosalie's face | read joy, rapturous
| joy, as her eyes, full of unutterablc love,
were raised to Dc Verrian's. But the
deep speaking thankfulness that passed
over Regiuald's face, shall never forget
Then | felt convinced that he loved her
When Dc Verrian was sufficiently com'
posed, he sat down, with an arm auoGmC
his ncw-found sisters waist, as if he fear
ed to lose her; and replied to the cage
questions which were poured in upon hin
from all sides.
"To begin at the beginning. My father
our father, Rosalie, was of French extrac
ton, though American born. lie married
a beautiful American girl, of whom tina
likeness is an excellent resemblance. Ii
the fair city of New Orleans my fathe
purchased handsome establishment, ant
located himself in the Queen City of tn,
South Two children were given him
a son and daughter. Both were iiolizcd
but Blanche, as the younger was called
was loved too well. In the family WIS
Creole woman who oficiatcd in the capaci
ty of nurse. She was cruel and vindic
tive when reused to anger, hut, i'll tn
main, she was obCdient and respectful
To her, my little sister Blanche was som
times entrusted, when it became necessar,
for my mother to leave her, Cassann'
that was the Creoles name, became SER
ously offended with my mother for remor
strating with her for Sabbath breaking
but her anger to all appearance, passe