True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-09-10
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s1s From Arthurs Home Magazine.
Dependence--.-An Autobiography.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.
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CONCLUDED.
After long time by the aid Of restora
tives. she opened her eyes and gazed
wonderingly around. Oh! how beauti
full she was! l felt thrill Of envy rs |
compared that soft, sweet face, and gol-
den tresses, with my own haggard face,
and elfish locks. God forgive me, |
could not help it. ''
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Mornings light dawned on a draadful
spectacle. the beach was strewn with
boxes, bales, and broken timbers, rem
nants Of the i'll fated vessel and more
dreadful than all, the gastly bodies Of
those who had gone down beneath the
dark waters, were every moment washed
up BY the surf. They were buried. by
my uncle's orders, on the green hill just
beyond the grove Of cedars, and plain
white monument was placed there 10 mark
the spot. ''
Melicent Warden, that was the name
Of the rescued maiden, had narrated to us
the particulars of the wrecked vessel.--
She was richly freighted merchantmen,
with few passengers bound for Mex
ican portsl and by the strong winds she
had been yborue out Of her course, and
met destruction in the manner already
mentioned
Miss Walden was passenger on board
the ship, native Of England, and having
been recently left a des'ilue e orphan, she
had been advised by friends to come to
America and engage in teaching. The
captain of the ship in which she had sail
ed, had been her friend, she said, and
would have landed her at some United
States port, east Of the Gulf,
She had no friends she SAID in this
country, and sitting in corner, that |
might not belray my emotion, | listened
10 her story. l had no friends, either
but had not beauty, glorious beauty, to
recommend me, as Melicent Warden
had.
AsI had expected, uncle and aunt adop-
ted Minnie Warden. had felt that they
would. from the first, and strange as ii
may appear, was grieved at the thought.
MOI that feared the arrangement OF
their affection from me, for they had ne
yer loved me, but did not like to have
my blessed solitude invaded feared,
Iscarcely knew what.
Minnie was kind to me, how could she
be olherwise-I had saved her from a
dread fate But, somehow, distrust Of
her crep, into my heart, | knew not why,
but what a woman's foible, | disliked
her. ...
One day there came letter to Uncle
Randolph, bearing on the envelope the
pos,marks of several European mail off
ces and with face beaming with pleas
ure, he perused its contents, and then
handing i. to Aur. Mildred. he rubbed
his hands together in gee, and exclam.
ed: 4" Read, Mildred, read Herbert
is coming home =
Aunt sprang forward eagerly to catch
the letter, and her eyes sparkled when
she had read it. "Who is Herbert!'
asked Minnie Warden, looking up won-
deringly from the collar she was embroi'
dering for Aunt Mildred. ! should not
have dared TO ask that question
Herbert Warrener, my nephew" "
proudly returned Aunt Mildred;" is il
possible you hsve never heard me men,
ton him He has been in Europe the
last two years, improving in his profess
sion that Of an artist. His portrait ia
ken when he was very young, hangs in
the picture gallery. Have you never
seen it, Minnie %
heard no more. He whom | had
loved so wildly was coming brought
out my heart to look at it. Why had
Aunt Mildred never spoke to me Of her
nephew! Why had she not asked me if
l had seen his portrait Alas alas ! |
was poor, plain depeudent--hated from
the ugliness with which God had endow.
ed me !! Bitter, bitter thoughts passed
through my mind. and then l was calm
the whirlwnd in my bosom subsided, and
l wen! about my duties quietly as
ever.
Great preparations were making for
Herbert Wanener. Tie long suit of
rooms in the western part of the mansion
which had 80 long been vacant, were
opened, and set in order for his coming,
Minnie assisted at everything--there was
nothing for me TO do.
l passed these days Of anticipation
mostly out of doors. / had passion for
equestrianism, and mounted on high
melted horse, which belonged to my
uncle, but had long before been given up
as manageable, I gaIloped over the
country for miles, the excitement being
we'll fitted to my wild moods.
Inferno, as had named my steed, was
anoble animal, coal black, and fiery as
my heart could wish. There was sym,
pa,hy between US. He loved me as well