Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1855-03-02

Let US change the scene. Some days
passed, A grand bali was TO be given by
belle Of the city, and Clari received a
pressing invitation. At first she demur-
ed at gong, as she did not like to leave
Mrs Thornton alone but this lady urged
her to so and e,.joy herself, for she need.
ed no attendance save that of her fayorite
slave Bertha. So, Clari obeyed-and
was the acknowledged belle o. the even
ing. She was splendidly attired, and
Henri St Clare who was also present,
thought she looked like queen. He
merely saluted her at first, and for long
time did not approach her, nevertheless
his eyes continually followed her wherev.
er she moved through the brilliant rooms
always attended by several gentlemen,
with whom she kept up a gay and sparkl.
ing conversation, scarce gIancing towards
Henri, who began TO think that the hour
which comes but once in a lifetime,' had
at last come to him.
A, last he approached her and asked
her to dance. She unafectedly compl,-
ed, and while in the pauses of the polka
or waltz, she conversed with her usual
animation, her countenance lighted up
so gloriously and her eyes shone with so
much fervor, that Henri became for the
time utterly beweldered and en.hralled.
She saw it-she knew lt-and exqui-
site delight filled her whole being; and
Cari spared not smile nor look to
complete her conquest.
1T is too warm here, said she laugh
ngly; let us 60 into the boudoir.
They entered the small apartment.
which was elegantly furnished. A piano
stood between the windows music lay
scattered about, and guitar leaned
against the wall. Clari seated herself
on a dlysn, took up the beautiful instru-
men. and swept the strings with her jew.
eled fingers.
Fond of music. mon ami she play
fully asked, with thrilling glance Of
her mldnigh, eyes that sent a stream OF
pleasure through the veins OF the suscep-
tihe youth.
'Passionately, he replied. Sing me
something. won't YOU fair lady! 1t will
increase the pleasure feel in you socle.
,y.' /
Clari colored slightly and dropped her
eyes ill the ebony fringes lay upon her
'downy cheek. Then "ith low sweet
prelude. she commenced in Il subdued,
yet exqustely toned voice. to sing the
following
Come to me, love, come to me.
Stars are shining DER the sea;
Moonbcams sleep upon the plain,
Midnight now is on the wane;
lis the hour wait for thee,
Come to me love, come to me
"Ah, love thee read it now
By the blush that tnts my brow,
| By the tender, soul.hlled sigh,
By the beaming of mine eye.
All, how fondly love thee.
Come TO me love, come TO me-
| Clari concluded her thrilling song with
look from her beamlng eyes that wen,
home to his heart lie sat gazing on her
like one entranced--pale with inward
emotion. At last, growing more COM
posed he tremblingly took her unresisting
hand, and faItered forth--'Theu siren
thou enchan,ress! Danish me at once OF
say you will return the deep love Of my
soul y
CHAPTER II.
They are all Of them shared in holes, and
they are hid in prison. houses, they are for u
| prev, and none dellvereth lisa. 42,22
In "a private apartment of Thornton s
residence sat its master and confessor.
There had been long conversation be.
tween them, and the lowering brow OF
one gave evidence that no pleasing topic
had been discussed therein. Thornton
walked the floor without speaking for a
length of time, while the priest, who was
tall. dark complexioned man, with
countenance which expressed both intel
igence and duplicity. sat watching him
with pair of keen, grey eyes, and sin.
lister smile on his thin lips. 1t last he
spoke {:
And will you suffer your daughter TO
wed a heretie ?"
Thornton stopped short and looked
his companion in the face with the words
-"What is my wife ,"
"My son, answer me-Has yours been
happy marriage You shake your
head And do you then imagine your
daughters will be After the foolish
romance of lovers has changed into the
realities Of marriage, their different faiths
will be an incessant cause Of disagree
ment between them"
1t may bet may be, inter'up,ed
Thornton. But it is diiierent-I nfue,
lored my wift-Clari loves st Clare
with the same romantic wlldness with
which once worshiped my lost Julie
If am william my daughters happiness
is dear 10 me. If am bad husband,
am not cruel father. If she choose,
she shall marry St Clare.
The priest, who was called Father
John, arose from his seat and raising hl'
hand with solemn gesture, said, in ;
tone which caused his hearer TO quail
Rash man beware Has, thou forgot