True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-09-24
STEUBENVILLE, OHIO, WEDNESDAY SEPT, "a, 1856

less 10 her side, the tapestry swept over
the door with a rustling sound, and stag
gering few PAGES into the chamber she
fell her whole length upon the carpet, her
golden hair sweeping back from her
bloodless forehead, her pale lips trem-
bling, and her slight limbs as strengthless
as an infants. Thus she lay for time,
and then tears gushed profusely from her
closed eyes. After which she rose to a
sitting posture, with her feeble hands twis-
ted the scattered rnglets round her head,
and arose but so pale, so wo begone, her
very heart seemed crushed forever. Drag
ging herself to her favorite seat in an
embrazure of window, she leaned her
temple against the stained glass, and MUIR
mered-
Enough !-oh enough l must go
home now"
But while the words of misery trem-
bled on her lips, the door was flung open,
and Mary Stewart entered the apartment.
The room was misty with the purple
glow Of sunset, and The queen passed her
shrinking allendanl without observing
her, Hastily advancing to table, she
took up a golden bird-call and blew a
peremplory summons; then throwing
herself into chair which stood opposite
a small table, on which glit.ered the
splendid paraphelnalia Of French toilet,
she waited the appearance OF her atten-
dans. Ellen Craigh made strong effort
and arose.
Tia, art thou there, my mountain
daisy :" said the queen. Looking kindly
upon her" order lights, and send back
tile flock OF tire women my silly whist lie
has brought lrooping hltherwaid-no
hands bu thine shall robe NE tonight"
Ellen oheyed, aud after few minutes
the light from two large candles OF per
. iumed wax broke over the little mirror
l with lis frame work OF filagree silver, an'
l flashed upon the golden essence-bottle'
t and scattered jewels which covered the
t dressing table. The poor waiting malt
+ drew back from the brilliant glare will
v the shudder of sick heart. The qneel
looked OH her earnestly for a moment
e and then putting the golden locks bacl
: from her temple, as she would have ca
e ressed a child, she said .
n What !-cheeks like fallen snow !
t, lips trembling like the aspen! and eye
II lashes heavy with tears how is thl;
4 child ?-but we bethink US; was it nc
RI some untoward affair Of the heart wEic
al brought thee to our court! We hav
G been to negligent tell us thy grief, an
If on the honor of queen, if there b
4. wrong we will have thee bravely righte
ID so speak freely"
IN Oh, no, no mot here!-neUer
s. yOu."
a Here poor Ellen broke off and stoc
ne before the queen her hands clasped, hi
m lips trembling, and her large suplicatir
W eyes fixed imploringly on her face.
IN d" Well well, said the queen soolhin
is, w. at some other time be it-but r
Y; member that in Mary Stewart her attc
lie dant may find sage friend, as well as ;
es indulgenl Mistress" and shaking h
magnificent resses over her shoulders tt
n, royal beauty composed herself for The o
lrt eralions of her toilet.
MS Ellen gathered up the glossy volum
OIL of hair and commenced her task. ii
'ut limbs shook, cold moisture crept ov
at her forehead, and her quivering han
lor wandered with melancholy listlessne'
lu- through the mass of shining ringlets
was her duty to arrange. As she stoop
.ck forward in her task, one of her own f
dl- curls fell down and mingled, like fla
of spun gold with those of her mistre
ely As if there had been contagion in
the touch, she flung it back with smile
he strange cold bitterness, the first and
m that ever wrealhed her pure lips
hers was heart to suffer and endu
SIN but never to hate it might break but
TO- wrong could harden it.
she While her toilette was in progress, \
les, ry became nervous and restless, n
TO pushing The velvet cushions from her fe
'tul and then moving the lights about
TO dressing-.able as if dissatisfied with
arrangement of everything about her.
ON length she fell back in ner chair, bur
oor her face in her hands, and fairly burst
len to tears. Ellen grasped the back Of
,ef- chair and bending her pale face to
ol queens ear, murmered-
the "Tears are for the deserted, why d
one the queen weep?' ..
ohe Mary was too deeply engrossed "
ears her own feelings to mark the exact wor
OPP or the tremulous voice of her attenda
Dit She threw the damp hair back from
face, and dashing the tears from her e.
lole exclaimed
ons mo, no it is nothing--proceeC
the there let that ringlet fall thus upon
,wn neck-now our robe quickly--wo 81
ZEN be waited for at the banquet,
and Ellen brought forth the usual mourn
ling robe of black velvet laden with bugl
and but flush Of anger. or perhaps shal
tion overspread the queens face, and "
its an impatient gesture she exclaimed
her. "Not that girl-not that-I will mi
Of my heart no longer! away with it,
! on bring more seemly garment i
y al proud Englishman shall not scoff at
rye. widows weeds again,