Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-06-14
EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, 0. JUNE IA, 1855.

contrast 10 tue NldNGlSN anu SleSdHl NOuIdH /
be fore him.
Though still young, his form was already
bowed as if life weighed heavily on the Slen-
der frame that held IN, while an express ion
of great WEAKNESS pervaded The whole fgnre.
YET the face, although deadly pale, even 10
the thin lips of The firm, grave mouth was sc.
rene, as if an inward peace drew notes Of har-
mony even from the tumult OF an active and
busy life.
What contrast was it to The ursubeu ed |
emotions that swept alternately over The fin
ished and excited counienance Of the lady,
As she noted the changes that time had
wrought in shat well-remembered figure, her
dark eyes filled with tears and her whole face
became instinct with sort OF rCpToachlul
tenderness. Then as the silence remained
unbroken and the eyes OF her companion still
fixed upon the floor, an indignant fash dried
up the tears and baniShed the tenderness.
Still, like an accompaniment TO this unSpo-
ken drama the breeze rushed amid the leaves
and the birds without warbled their notes Of
joy.
Without removing that screening hand Wal.
Ter Lyn1hurspS low tones at length broke the
oppressive silence.
"Beatrce," he said, al have obeyed your
summons, what would you noW with mul"
Each measured accent fell like the knell OF
a death-bel into the heart Of Beatrice.
"Walter," she exclaimed in hurried, trem-
bling accents, "your calmness terrfes me-
Does this scene, these groves, these lawns,
nay, this very room, bring back no Softening
recolections Of the past! You have believed
me false, false to the deep love which has
never ceased 10 dwell hidden in the depths of
my heart. But oh! by all the sweetness Of
our earthlSlove, by all the bitterness Of after
years, hear. my excuIpaton."
He would have interrupted her, but with
true, wonlanly impetuoSlly, she would not
pause. An expression Of the deepest pain
passed like a darkening shadow over his face
as she contldued:
"While refusing TO carry on The clandeStine
correspondence which would have Quieted and
assured my Jealous affection, you promised in
one year TO see me or if that were impossible,
to serd me some certain information of your
self and your fortunes For that one year |
was happy, for trusted in your love, doubted
not your truth. Life was warm and genial
and-and-but all that is passed. did not
see you; | watched aud waited in vain (or some
tldings of you. My very soul grew sick with
fear and doubt. Then wrte 10 you but even
that failed! received no line from you. You
can guess the rest" she continued in low,
faltering tones; al vas woOed by one who
knew had loved NE long, told him my Sto.
ry, and saw his eyes flash with indignation
at what he deemed your heartlesSneSs. My
father urged, entreated, commanded, and and
| yielded, at last, and became his wife,"
As she went on with rapid words and i'm
passioned gestures, the grave, stern man loSt
his composurei conflicting emotions swep
Il az ~ the oa.I..e53 that !LA struggles Of year!
had achieved; but Beatrice would allow ne
interruption.
"As years passed on, how hated mysel
that did not learn 10 love my husband more
What a wretched dream were those years
passed amid splendor, gaiety and every charm
that the most unsefsh affection could lavisl
upon me! Cold and Indifferent, and ther
again punging with reckless f-rvor into ever!
species OF dissipation, 10 drive away the voice!
Of regret and despair in my heart, made nc
I hum being happy. But it is all past" salt
tie impassioned and unhappy woman, with {
| deep exhalaion as if burthen of lifetime
were lifted from her heart. 81 am at las
e free ;" and the blush Of youth once again ros
j in that animated and beautiful face.
A deep silence ensued, Beatrice had invol
S unfairly risen as she uttered the last words
, Walter, as moved by common impulse, hat
: also risen, and the two stood gazing as if spell
: bound into each others eyes. At last, with
n violent effort, Walter LyndhurSt, in a voic
whose hollow and sepuchral tones ioreve
e after rang their knell through the memory o
: Beatrice, slowly uttered these words:
:, "Aas, why has fate thus dealt with us?
: was never false to you. | wrote at the end c
J. the year, not 10 you, but TO your father.
S was alrea y N The road which have sine
successfully pH' sued 10 honor, if not 10 richie:
l. and sued humtly for permission, at least
hope. My answer Is here; read it yourSell.-
Al He assured me that your "imprudenl attacI
re ment" was repented Of; in fact, that you wer
n only withheld by some conscientious Scruplt
IL from giving your hand 10 Col. Del1mere, whit
Mt with his full consent, had asked it.
le 81 wrote you, enclosing my letter 10 yol
IN father releasing YOU from any fanced VOW
u and reSigning all claims TO hat was more tha
- life 10 me then. Beatrice" he continued,
s. tones whose suppressed anguish agonzed h.
ng very heart, al would have told you before
you had allowed me, that have at length ma
OF ried a pure minded and gentle woman WI
re has long known me and my history, and lo
er loved me without hope of return"
re The face of Beatrice grew rigid in its ash'
Is pa!eneSS, as he concluded; and as if unable
IL support herself longer, she sank back aga
he mo her chair, and waving her hand, III hus
. accents, "Leave me, leave men'
i'm Walter LyndhurSt was about 10 obey Il
If, command, but as he reached the door he turn
* to take one last look at the being so long
so vainly loved. Something in that crush
m and humbled figure, and that bowed hea
Die appeaIed 10 the tenderness that lay conceal
at in the depths of his manly heart. He return
led and bending over her drew away gently
hands that concealed her features, and looki
TO- down upon that pale and convulsed face, ST
ale while his own grew bright with holy faith,
lin "Be loved one, let US 50 live, that when t
md troubled dream Of life is over, we may me
where there are no more tears, and no mi
oSe partingS, and no more diStruSt, and no M
bed lalsehGodn'
md He pressed his lips reverently on her bro
led and Beatrice was again alone, alone, fore
yer more! -
ieu NJ The man that started for walk in
hel "feld of speculation" lost his way for WI
ave of landmarks, and after diigent search
"e' his friends, was restored TO the bosom Of
all family. -.
i n "Wouldn't you call this the calf c
me leg2" sa id Bob, pointing 10 one of his net
ess- limbs, rather complacenily encaSed in rel
seniotion of barber poles and running vine
"No," replied i'm, al should say it