The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1856-03-20
ooh" said Mr.. Buchan. smiling,


you are young man, and | shall not
endeavor to change your high opinion
of the gentler sex. have a most ex-
allied opinion of woman in her proper
sphere, shedding the sunlight of hap
piness in her home, let her be Moth
er, Wife, Sister or Friend--they each
have separate duty to perform"
At the conclusion Of the foregoing
conversation, there was suspension
of operations; and buzz Of whispers
floated round the room. as the Bride
groom and Bride made their appear
ance with their walters Exciama-
tions Of how beautiful! how lovelyr
burst from every lip, Harry, who had
been standing with his back to the
main entrance, conversing with some
ladies, upon hearing the exclamations,
turned, and his eager, sparkling eyes
rested on his early love. He saw the
woman, he had fondly, madly loved,
led a willing Bride to the Altar, by
man, in nothing, his superior; and, for
a moment, dark thoughts rushed
through his excited brain, giving to his
dark eyes a look that had never beam
ed from them before,--but he crushed
them in the germ; he was toe noble to
hate a riva though that rival had in
his possession the brightest gem that
ever CLEANED across his path and had
sweetly hoped TO win her for his own.
His proud heart swelled with grief too
great to bear calmly; and he retired to
IA darkened corner where he was al
most entirely concealed from observa-
ton, Here thought he, i can con
ccal my tcll-tale face and burning
eyes, and prepare myself to congrat-
ulate the happy bridegroom, and ten
der kind wishes, for future happiness,
to the peerless Bride As these
thoughts fitted through his mind
bitter haggard smile lurked around his
beautifully chiseled mouth, giving him
an unnatural appearance. Whilst
Harry is endeavoring to quiet his tu
multuous feeling, we will return to
the Bride. There she stood the
Young, innocent, beautiful maiden
by the side of him to whom she had
given the wealth of love that filled her
heart. He. for whom she would leave
father, mother, brothor, sister, and her
childhood's happy sheltern: homc,--
ne er doubling, hoping, trusting her
happiness to his keeping,-wishlngn no
o., alter bliss than to be his own loved
loving wife. Does he, the hand
some proud one by her side, appre-
ciate the sacrifice she is making for
him? Will he love her always as
now? Will he grow cold and care
less when the bloom of health has
faded from her chcek--the eye its lus-
ire vanished? Heaven grant no dark
cning cloud of sorrow to come be-
tween their love. How exquisitcIy
lovely Lutte appeared with her dress
of snowy drapery, flowing round her
graceful form like hcecy summer
cloud touched with the suns depart
ing glory. The bridal veil hung from
her pure white brow, shading her
blushing check, az ifto hide its bright
ness from the public gaze. And, oh
how softly, her long silky lashcs rested
on that sweet fair cheek. A moment,
and Luteah and Charles Odeath were
prom ounced husband and wife Rel
atives and friends crowded round to
offer congratulations, and kiss the fair
cheek of blushing happy Lutte. A
mong the number was Harry Buchan;
he advanced, with stately quiet mein,
to the young couple, bowed with ex-
ceeding grace, saying
GLOW are you Mrs. Odeath? | am
truly GLAD to see you, and think time
has added to your charms. And,
you, Mr.. Odeath--lor
you possess ? rare treasure"
Mr.. Odaath thanked him; and said
he knew it and appreciated it accor-
ding to its value; and would prove it,
by wearing it as long as life should |
last, next his heart and, with eyes
beaming with unutterable tenderness,
he gazcd upon his now blrshing wife.
They continued in conversation for
some tirne--at least as long polite
ness would allow. Harry continued
by the side of Lutte. The company
dispersed about twelve; and Harry
bid Mrs, Odeath farewell that night,
and did not see her any more, as she
eft in few days after her marriage,
or her husbands home in Alabama.
And from that day to the time this
story opens he had not seen her