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/ daughter has chosen so wisely" Aud
| Colonel Denham shook Howard's hand
with honest sincerity.
Thus was S,anhope with heart sing
ing its own wild notes of happiness,
tteading OH roses, and his thirsty soul
drinking deep draughts of bliss from love S
exhaustless goblet. The tones of glad
ness were now sounding joyous echo
F to the mournful wall that erst while had
gone ou. from his writhing spirit. Fair
Mbwers wefe springing up in the garden
of his heart--and the sparkling fountains
of requietted affection were watering
them into more shan earthly beauty
But how sudden are the changes of life
of the human heart. which as life. A
moment the morning twilight spreads its
misty mantie--another brings the warm
sunshine dazzling in splendor. Yet spec
dy as The lightning's flash. and then all
is enshrouded in the impenetrnble folds
Of nights sable garments. At the early
dawn the young hedgling hope creeps
with timid. feeble fluttering to the top Of
its nest--but soon frightened and still,
weak. clings in trembling doubt upon the
edge of its narrow abode, longing yet
fearful; but time brings power, and high
noon sees the nesting fearless and free.
full. fledged bird. soaring on wing un-
confined and tireless, bathing its gorgeous
plumsge in the flashing sunlight Of heav-
en-. like a freed spirit maniliDg in the
light of immortality. Anon. evening
- : Il.
springing pinion is dropping and weary
the "soaring eagle is struck and the
dust of the earth soils the plumage that
but now so brightly fashde in the CLEAN.
ing floods of heavens sunlight.
The arrow that struck Howard STAN
hopes proud bird OF hope to the heart.
was the following note received by him
one evening. while sitting quietly mu-
sing in his office:
'Ir. Stanhope--The heart you would have
betrayed has discovered Your baseness, hap
PLY in time 10 profit by the knowledge. Seek
not an interview with the writer, as your pres.
ence would be adding Insult TO Iniury--and
with the hope Of never again meeting you,
you are forever discarded by ISABEL. D.SHAM.
Ha: what terrible mystery was ths9
to what baseness of his does she a.lude?
Can it be that she is changed. that she
has already repented the folly of loving
the humble child of poverty?-perhaps
so. at least so thought. so feared Howard
Stanhope. He re perused the note
his eyes did not deceive him-he was
"forever discarded discarded too BY
Isabel. She TO whom be had suffered his
soul 10 SowVs his kindred spirit-w HON
he had worshipped with little less than
passionate idolairy, and whom he had
fondly trusted was to have been his life
mate on earth. and liz heaven. With a
sudden energy he turned and addressed
the bearer of the missive. lis your mis-
tress--is Miss Denham al home7"
mo. sir" politely responded the SER
want. who seemed to understand that
something had gone wrong. "she and her
father left the city this morning. TO trav-
ell they said. and expected to be gone
long time
Did she leave any message for me ex-
cept this notel'
None sir, she gave il to me as she
was leaving. and she looked so concern
ed like, so sorrowful that / thought at
first there was something the matter with
her--but when she took old masters arm
and walked TO the coach that was TO con.
vey them to the depot she looked quite
cheerful, and l really believe she was
glad TO leave the city"
Stanhope passed shilling into the
servants hand. who. after prolusion Of
bows and grins. finally made his exit.
leaving the young lawyer alone--alone
in his misery--alone in the wretchedness
of thwaried hopes and despised love-
The towering fabric of bliss in the future
which he bed builded on the platform of
re1uieted affection. was in one brief mo-
ment shattered to atoms By shaf; hur-
led from the thunderbolt Of disappoint-
ment--the simeon Of doubt or change
had turned the garden Of his soul into
desolate waste. the gentle zephyr whis
periDg delight 10 his life boa, OH calm
and tranquil sea wooing it into haven
of bliss, was now the muttering of the
storm-the tempesl's growl. the wall Of
the blast-the wild screaming of the tor
nado as it drove his careering bark over
the mad. wide waste OF waters toward
the maelstrom Of destruction-and In the
moment of his utter wretchedness How
ard Stanhope cared not to avoid the
whirlpool. He would even have stccred
for it. But there's an essence of good in
everything evil. an oasis in every desert.
Yes, the war-cry of woe may be heaTd in
every heart. and the dark vultures OF
despair on swooping wing scent from
afar the blood Of battle. but from out the
terrible conflict that which is pure shall
come purer and brighter, and that which
is good shall come like gold from the fur
mace. yet moro refned--and in the sight
of men and angels more lovely and exal
ted. The mariner may lose his compass
in an unknown ocean on the trackless
deep. when the storm king is abroad in
his wrath, and the red thunderbolt pierce
the bosom Of the waters, and the angry
waves leap aloft in the strife as if to
put out thefstars, and the torch Of hope
is ex;inguished in the kissing billow.---
Yet when the "anchor is cast on the arm
Of the mighty to save" the winds will
be iulled. the storm king will sleep in
billow rocked tranquility. and fair ISL
ands will spring up from the bosom of