True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-04-16

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which she was leader knew Mr.. Berkely
except by name. He was one of those
''DEpuTY HUSBANDS" that some one, Ma
caulay, we believe, says opera singers have.
Merchants, bankers, menof business knew
Mr.. Berkely well; he was 10 be seen in his
counting-room on Change, but very seldom
anywhere else; he existed, that was GER
tain, butrarely, il ever, was seen in soci-
ETY.. $50 aalc .s< -
Beatrice had one grand starting-out
point in life. To be universally admired,
nay adored, was her only desire. She was
perfectly innocent in this, so far as regar-
ded herself, according to the worlds law;
for, though she had Unsuitable vanity, she
had no desire, no power to love. She lon
ged to number in her train every man she
knew--young or old, humble or distinguish
ed, it mattered little. Alteration she must
and would have. if she sacrificed everything
but outward reputat ion. Her adorng low
ers, who looked into her swimming, ex-
pressive eyes, or dwelt on her trembling.
voluptuous lips, and listened to the words
of impassioned feeling that fell from her
skillil tongue, never doubted the existence
and sincerity of that feeling that seemed
to agltate her throbbng breast. She was
/ o finished actress. No wonder the impuE-
sive Paul Renwck felt the influence other
spells. ... n..I "
&, She had so gradually woven the web of
her witchery around him, that he was al
mos, unconscious ofits growth and strength
He had been difficult at first, and this
piqed herr but she found she would have to
advance step by step She had her portrait
taken in vnrious ways. This afforded ur
excellent opportunity for the display ant
exercise of her churms Of mind and person
She usedell her powers of wit and badn
age; talked of the world in q free, careless
,fuslnng style; startled him by her holiness
then, with crafty cunning, made him fan
cy that oil this gayety was assumed t
hide u swelling heart, that was almos
bursting with suppressed telling. Then
as ther intercourse progressed, she ono
in a while let fall passages Of his own bean
tiful poetry, or warbled, as if impulsively
, one Of his own sweet melodies. His van
ity was touched, his reason was blinded
. and, at the time of painting the portrai
: already described, he was fast sailing dow
D the brilliant wave of plea, ure, every sells
drunk with the overpowering odor Of thi
=" gaudy tuliB leaving the lly-bell Of his Iii
to close its leaves, and fade in the darl
daIhp night air of neglect.
!. Agnes Renwck sat on low couch
l her dressing -rooR. One arm leaned on he
" read'ng-tablc, over which hung a swngir
$ ant que lamp and her little band clasps
j. her aching brow. Her other hand serve
e as q pillov for tle rosy cheek {
" her almost baby boy, who lay extended :
the couch beside her, sleeping peaceful
ID and happily. Near her was n swingil
I'd cradle, and in its soft, white. downy ne
a lay her bird, her pet darling, her baby gil
IN These were her hearts treasures now, q,
u, miser-lke in her despair, she had spre
. them out before her. If H ""..
ed The night air ST. e in through an a
ze joining conservatory, filled with the pc
e. tnme of sweet flowers. One. might ha
ei lancied it was a zephyr creeping arou
n; her, and enveloping her with its sweetnG
re as iii even felt sympathy and would SCOT
ne her. ... - ao
81 A book lay before her and she was res
ing ii with deep interest. 1t was the Infer
80, of Dante, that ''mystic. untalhona
'' song." In this wild so emn tale of horr
W. she tried to silence her own heart cries
GO She could not read anything else; eve
=" other book was connected with him.
~, wandering one. The Inferno they had NJ
ca er read together; it was too fearful and
for their peaceful, happy natures, duri
%" the sweet hours of theirlove. J'
i :" Midnight stole on, and she rose to cl
die the conservatory doors, that the chill
,as air might not hurt her little ones.
,pt bent over the. cradle, kissed the dow
zen, cheek ofltbe slumbering infant, then &C
ing posed the tossed limbs Of her boy, o
&C., kneeling beside him, soOthed him to 81
ETY. with low murmurs Of endearment I
but snutches Of sweet melody. "A terri
led thought darted across her mind.
md 81 have loved my husband too dear
wn she said, "and this is why I am so fear
ess Iy punished If worship these child
md they may also be taken from me-" osA
her sa While she knelt by the couch Of
ad. child, II seemed to her that an angelsi
APPS beside her; he had white, droopiugpin
en- aud gllttering garments. The whole
he surrounding him troubled with light,
ity, a waterfall in the suns rays. His bea
fnl cppniepance seemed sad, alportse
Of he beckoned silently TO her; and sho