American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-07-19
LANCASTER, OHIO. TIURspAY MORNING. JULY 10. lSla

silent astonishment' sMarguerite had rails.
ed herself IN sitting posture; her wasted
arms, her disordersd bair, her sunken fea-
lures, her hollow fy%. cleaning with a
light like that sfamp kindling up before
it is extinguis sed forever lent an air ofin.
describable eetahi,y to the scene.
Placing her band in her husbands, she
SAID: Juan, you remember when we sepa-
rated, the promise which We made of mu-
tual fidelity? Ny heart was yours, and
yours was mine. Well, the terror of loss.
ing that heart caused me to commit a priev.
Gus sin. pictured you to myself with
shocked, averted looks at the first sioh, Of
her who was once named The Pearl; and in
The agony, the delirium Of the moment. |
cried to heaven: Oh, Godl either give
me back my beauty. or take from him his
eyesightl The moment the selfish, imp-
ous prayer was uttered, | bitterly repen,ed,
and would fan have recalled il; but too
late! Juanlthe wish was granted, and |
have never known since one moments hap
pincss.'
'What!' cried her husband, and is this
the secret Marguerite, which is killing
you?' f-
1t is
Then live, dearest, and be happy; your
PRAYER was not answered
And tearing off the bandage which COW
cred his eyes he fell on his wife's bosom,
and clasped herin long embrace.
II appeared that the blindness which
had fallen on Juan was of only Temporal
ry nature Under the skiIlful treatment Of
our friend the surgeon, whom he privately
consulted, the power division began slowly
but surely TO return. Having, however,
hcardtrom his grandmother the whole his
tory Of Margurile's horror at the idea Of
his beholding her disfgured face, he gen
erously determined to conceal from her his
cure, at least for a time Now, however,
twas suddenly revealed; and it was too
late? The doctor, motioningus all away
from the bed, took mis- patient hand, and
fel' her pulse; hopeful smile played on bis
benevolent lips.
MY fri nd said he, turning to me, the
age ofmiraclcs has not yet ceased-Mar-
guerite is cured!
Here the good man ceased, and after a
pause, asked, And was Marguerite in
reality so very much disfgured?'
You shall judge for yourself
We walked on, and soon reached a neat
and pretty cottage, covered In front with
luxnriantvinc. An old woman sat near
the doorway spinning, and placed on low
chair by her side, young woman was nur-
sing aninfant. Her figure was remarka-
bly, graceful, and her face, although Ger
tain y not handsome, was by no means re-
puISive. 1t was even easy 10 distinguish,
amid the seams ard scars which marked it,
the vestages of great beauty. There was
a touching expression Of serene tenderness
shed over her features, as she looked on
her child which in my eyesamply compan-
sated for the want OF regular comelin-ss.
The curate advanced Good morning
Marguerite, he said
Good morning, sir she answered, look I.
ing up with beaming smile.
How is baby to-day?'
AS well as possible said the happy
mother, holding up, and showing her nurs-
ling's rosy dimpled checks.
We'll, Marguerite said the good old
man, taking the innocent little creature in
his arms, and kissing its tender forehead,
4 could fancy this is yoursefas remem-
her you on the day that baptsed you
Come, the Valley Of Campan has not lost
its Pearl--it is restored in the person of
your lovely little daughter .