True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-08-15
CHAPTER VII.

.. CHAPTER VII.
AN OLD FRIEND-THE YELLOW ROSE.
"oh, the heart that has truly loved ner forgets,
But ~ truly loves on to the close
As the sun flower turns Oh her god when he sets,
The same look that she turned when he rose"
MOORE.
Just five years after the event recorded
in the last chapter, all the family Of MIR.
Darlington save one were assembled in the
parlor to welcome stranger, even Ernest
Sinclair More than one well known voice
gave him kindly greeting, but he missed
her whose smile was the brightest, aud
whom he feared, yet lOnged to behold.
Suddenly the door was unclosed aud
Lizzie Darlington appeared. How beau
tiiul she was No longer the childlike
girl but the lovely woman, there was Il
graceful dignity i'll her step that she had
not possessed when Ernest Sinclair had
last gazed upon her, and as she advanced
toward him, and he once more held that
little hand within his own, his heart beat
wildly, though his countenance betrayed
not the emotions that were inwardly at
work. Lizzie's bright face showed not
the least scmblance OF agitation she, too,
had mixed much with the world since they
had last met. If she felt anything she
had learned concealment, and she now
stood before him with the coldness and ap-
parent Indifference Of perfect stranger,
With chilled heart Ernest Sinclair turn
ed from the love- ly vision, for nc was con-
yinccd that he had never been beloved by
her.
A few minutes after, at the request Of
her brother, Lizzie was seated at the piano,
and her fingers moved lightly and feeling
ly over the keys as, to plaintive melody,
she sang the follOwing:- -
Forgive me, forgive me, the error is past,
Oh, say that thine anger for aye will not last,
And breathe forth the strains of affection once
more, ...
That beautiful heart.dream, oh, let me live o'er
For give me, forgive me, and never again, .
Will cause thee moment of grief or Of pain,
l know l have wounded, suffer, forgive,
And let not my words on thy memory live.
Forgive me, forgive me, nay turn not away,
Can my lip wear smile, can my heart e'er be
gay,
If SO cold is thy glance, if so stern is thine eye?
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive or I die.
Why did Sinclair start and gaze so ca
gerly upon the face of the singer? Could
it be? But no! Not the least trace of
emotion was visible there, and he again
turned from her in disappointment as he
said to himself, she is still a coquette,
and yet she might have chosen more ap-
propriate song, if it were only in consider
alton of the feelings of one who has loved
her too we'll And Ernest strove, but IN
vain, to still the throbbings Of heart
that yet worshiped her, when that worship
was u source of naught but misery.
"And now, Ernest, it is your turn to
favor us with little music" and Henry
Darlington handed his friend guitar, his
favorite instrument Sinclair hesitated
a single instant, and then he took the gui.
tar. His hand swept with spirit over the
chords--in a fit of pique he saug -
Your coldness heed not,
Your frown defy,
Your affections need not
The time has gone by
When flush or smile on that check could
begile '.... ..... ...
My soul from its safety with witchery's vile.
Then, lady, look kindly
Or frown on me still,
No longer all blindly, ...t
I yield to thy WILL, ,...-
Too tightly you drew the light reirs of command
And your victim is free, for they broke IN your
hand a..a A.a,ay4c.s ..a .A
He ceased--and loud applause was show
cred upon him by every voice but one
Lizzie alone was silent, and Ernest did moi
raise his eyes to her face, or he would
have been struck with the expression Of
deep suffering that rested upon it,.
During the evening the conversation
turned upon flowers, and Henry Caring.
ton, eager to let Sinclair view some rare
exotics that he had lately purchased, COM
missioned his sister Lizzie as the young
mans guide suA uo4JasIT +
Silently che led the way--she would