The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-03-21
RAEENNA, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 81 1855.

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less be much benefited By, your opinion;
butt" she added quickly, seeing he was about
to speak, 81 see the dancers are vending
their way to the saloon, and are you so ur7
gallant a gentleman as to have to be re.
minded of an engagement to dance the next
quadrille with a fair ladyl When we rec
turn we can resume our interrupted dis
course" -. ... ........ ,.,. rt. .-. s,s-I
The care worn look gave place to hap
py smile, and, ss he offered his arm, with an
easy bow, he said, 81 needed not to be re-.
minded of what has been in my thoughts all
evsninS, and had just come to claim this fair
hand, when the gravity Of the subject you
were discussing startled me into q momen-
tary forgetfulness." Heloise bowed her
qneenly head. and her partner led her off in
silence to join the dancers, Couple after
couple followed their example until not one
of the circle remained; and, as Heloise
caught the soft glances of Ernest Cliford's
bright grey eye, and felt the tender pressure
of his hand as it clasped hers in the, dance.
she congratulated herself on the dexterity
with which she had prevented him from Civ.
ing his opinion of love; and then, with the
perversity of woman, she thought, "But
would like to know what his idea of the pas
sion is-but not hen--aot there" ,.r.a.-. .-r
The dance is ended, and Ernest, not yet
willing to relinquish his beautiful partner,
offered his arm for promenade, and as he
led Helose out on the balcony said. E. b.
"The air o. the drawing-room is enough
to stife one, it is so oPpressively warm; and
as the evening is SO calm and bright, it seems
almost sacrilege to remain within doors
when there is such beautiful moonlight WOO
ing one to seek it, -.... .a. o.; .........
1t was indeed a lovely night; it seemed
that winter had stolen it from autumn, for
the air was soft and balmy as an October
day, and the blue mists lay lovingly upon
the distant hill-tops, while the river flowed
on, calm and still, save when, ever and anon,
gentle breeze would come and dimple its
placid surface into new life and beauty
The moon looks forth through her vail Of
transparent haze, brightly yet softly, like a
young bride dressed for the altar; ana the
stars, locking down upon the Silly water
smile to see themselves reflected there as
dazzingIy beautiful as though centuries had
not rolled over, them since they first sprang
into the azure vault Of heaven.
''It was night to gaze upon the sky, sr,., ,f.i
Pine for its lcvcliness and pray to die?'
And Heloise felt its wtching beauty tc
her hearts core. She would have given
worlds to speak, yet for the first time in hel
life she was unable to utter word. They
walked back and forth, up and down. No
a syllable was spoken, yet the spell of tina
sweet silence, was it not more eloquent thar
words! At length Mr.. Clifford broke tn,
pause by saying, in voice scarce above
whisper
"Pardon me this silence; my heart is full
and even the golden flow of rarest poesy
would fail to translate its throbbings Alright
You have given me permission to hazard MI
definition Of loOe. o, Heloise, it is the feel
ingI have for you!---the earnest and abid
ing worship, the alteration, the idolizin.
fondness that lives within my bosom 70
yourself" His voice died away, and it
sound, the echo of its richness was born
away by the murmuring gale; but his arm
encircled Helose's waist; his prncely hea
bent down until his clustering waves of hal
brush the snowy temples of his Lowell
companion, and ere she was herself awar
of it, he had pressed her again and again t
his noble and bounding heart. For one in
stant only she yields to his embrace, an
then, springing from his arms, she draw
her queenly form up proudly, bending he
flashing eyes full upon him. Pride has agai
resumed it sway, and the fair flower of Low
is crushed into the secret recesses of he
heart. ..yG y =,
g "How dare you, sir, take such libertie
,, with me-" she said haughtily; you are fol
, getting yourself strangely, methinks."
Heloise, it is you who are deceiving you
| self 81 You lore mel 1t is from no idle var
: ity that say this, but because feel it to b
9 the truth; but this pride, Heloise, curb it {
it will yet prove your curse!'' ~ .', ''
I, "Presaming boy!'' exclaimed the lad,
b in tones the whitening scorn Of which
r were impossible to describe; 81 could laue
at your vanity, but that I scorn your folly
t do not love you! Will that satisfy yo1
: rash questionings?-or must appear befo
s court Of justice and take my oath that n
d heart is not in your keeping!' ''o,,l VI,
n n am perfectly satisfied, Miss Atherton
b replied Clifford in a, sad, calm tone, makir
i way for her to pass into the saloon; "and o
Q ly pray that the time may never come whs
d you will regret this hoprypi AS she glid
I through the open window he sank, upon
? seat, buryipg bis white face in his hand; al
It "ruined by her ambition were the, on
4 words that came from his Pallid ,e and trem #
}, ling lipssal suulliU badssdsje3 sj HHAs
If When Ernest Clifford entered Mrs. 3
ell -4-.'s drawing.room, some half an hour q