Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-10-18
Misrellolltous
Transiatsd from the French for the Home
Journal.
THE MAIDEN WITH GOLDEN HAIR.
BY OLIVER s. LELAND.

Many, many years ago, near by The old Az
bey Of Chelles, there was fountrin. little |
fountain, which went ripplng, ripping along
laughingly, through the flowers aud fresh green
grass. ,,.,-,
In the fountain large willow batcd lis long
green hair. and under This willow came Jac
oueline every evening, at the hour when the
night flower opens its challes. But Jacqne'
line came not under The tree to drink oil The
fountain: for here at the hour the night flower
opens lis chales came her lover Pierre. II.
ere was a blacksmi Of the country, The hand
,ome smith with the p,oud yet tender glance.
And every evening they culel with the same
hand, the little blue flowers which enammel'
led the borders OF the fountain, and when the
flowers were chilled Pierre would kiss them
and conceal them IN the bosom Of the beauH'
FIJI Jacqueline with the golden hair.
One evening when Jacqueline came Win
Pierre under the great willow Tree, he grew
naie as oeaih, dearest said she, "vow TO me
10 love thy Jacqueine as long as the fountain
shall glide on" and Pierre answered, "as long
az the fountain shall glide on, so long and Ioa'
ger. will love my beautiful Jacquellne with
tue golden hui!. :,
He vowed but one day Jacqueline stood
alone beneath the great willow tree. She
gathered the little blue flowers while waiting
for him, but he came not 10 place them IN The
little red boddice.. She threw The howets IN
10 the fountain, and she thought that The ioun'
tain wept with her. The next day she came
a little sooner and went away a little laie!.-
She waited: the nigh,ingales were singing in
the woods, and the cattle were lowing in the
meadow. She waited: the old abbey clock
sounded the hour OF The Angelus; the miller
Ns,.n, ,b, ntad his ioyOuS song.
Eight days after, Jacqueline came once more
10 the fountain. She was still alone. "lt is
over" said she, ait is over" The soldiers o
the King lust then passed bv the brooksde. -
"Ah p' said she, "he has gone 10 the war:"
She went and knocked OF the door Of the alb.
bey. alt is a pnor girl" said she." who wish
as TO love God alone.
They cut of her eautful golden hair-thel
sent back 10 her mother her little boddlce ant
her ii z OF silver.
Yet he came back he, The blacksmith will
proud eve, yet tender glance. 'Jacqneihe
iacoueline, where art thou 2" The fountain
h,ill 'iuns on; il is the hour when The white
nipeons seek the dovecot, The hour when thu
night flower opens its chalice. "Where ar
thou, Jacqueline Where art thou AM
even as he spoke, Pierre saw Jacqueline pas
BY, robed in the black garb Of the nuns. Poo
Jacuneline! she has lost her golden hair.
He approached her. Jacqueine, Jocque
line, what hast thou done with our happiness
While | was prisoner of war, behold tho
hast descended into living tomb. Jacque
line. darling, what shall do at my forg
without thee Thou who shouljSt have give
10 me thy smile 10 cheer my heat, thy bro,
TO embalm t1y lips, thy neck on which to res
nv arms. Thou who shouldst have given I
me children as beautiful as angels, 10 enliye
the corne OF my ireside. Already have see
them in my dreams. with their little rosy feel
playing on their fathers knees, smiling in The
mothers arms. Adieu, Jacqueine adieu
will go 10. night and bid adeu to the fonn
tain, and TO The great willow tree, and TO tn
little blue flowers. And when | have sal
fore well 10 all that have loved, will cut nj
q staff in the old forest, and will journey in
TO far Off lands"
That evening when Pierre came to the four
tain, the sun was gliding with his last pa
ray the branches of the great willow tree.
was q hunting day, and The baylng Of The dol
and ihe shouts Of the huntsmen reSounded ga
iy over the main. " hen Pierre had come III
der the great willow tree, he shuddered sr
pressed his hand closely to his heart for J.
ing on the grass, his head leaning against u
stone base Of the fountain, he had seen Il
Dgure OF nun.
Jacqueline Jacqueline = falling on h
knees; and the echo from The woods answe
ed, sadly, 'Jacqueline Jacqueline |
With fright aud love he raised her in L
arms. Farewell, dear Pierrie,' she said, sol
iy: since | have prayed 10 God within tho
gloomy convent wells, have felt that w
dying from hour 10 hour. Already am dea
Tmy heart still beats, il is so near to thine
Grant me one favor, will YOU nay dearest q
When l am dead, bury mt here. do n
wish to return 10 the convent, where my hea
was frozen; but bury me here, dear Pierri
where may still hear the ripping Of he fou
eAin and the waving OF :he branches OF Il
great willow tree. And in the soft, swe
evenings ofthe month Of May, when the nigh
engaie sings his tenjerest lay down in Il
woods, | will remember that you have low
~ ne WE'LL" fG-Ie snp
sbs ceased, add pressing her death cold III