True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-11-19

CeptlOly, anu Tue nOlT Was !dppToaculug
when they must return. To Charles
Haywood they had been'days Of sunshine
for he had never been SO happy before
He could hardly anilyze his own thoughts
Did he love the gentle girl who had SC
often shared his leisure hours ! He coulC
not help acknowledging the, truth himself
II was the evening preceding the day
when he was to return to B., ant
be sat in the garden with Ellen by hi;
side. Il was a beautiful spot; where the
zephyrs breathed low among the flowers
aud a tiny rill glided softly along with {
sweet monOtonous murmur. The bright,
full moon looked calmly down, silyering
the vines, and shedding lis radiance upon
everything around. ...: ..u...i..
Beneath The deep shadow Of leafy
tree stood a statue of Venus, with ONT
white hand upraised, holding in the ia.
perlng hand wreath of flowers, laved
by a jet Of water. The features were
lofty and beautiful and as the sof
fell upon her, she seemed
the very personifcation of the goddess.
"How often shall | see this spot il
my dreams" said the young man, a
length. (" have fingered here so long
that everything seems familiar. Even
yonder statue seems to smile upon me,
have gazed upon it so often" 4
" And must you go to morrow :" fro.
Yes; | cannot stay any longer
+" We shall be very lonely alter you
departure" .,.. r.... ..
e.. CHARLES gazed up into his companion:
face, but it was sad and pensive, and ht
could not read Its expression. .-.. .e
"And shall you miss me, Elem" h'
asked, ... .. ....+ ,f .g- ..,.
She remained silent, and he threw him
self upon his knees before her, and con
tinued {: , ..-i....... .,,,., ..... ,.. ...
Z" Listen 10 me and then decide!
have never before knelt TO human be
ing. | love you, wildly, devotedly ant
is the passion reel lprocaled! Say, Ellen
shall call you nine !"
There were no words spoken, bu
gances told more than words. ShC
held out her hand, and then were pligh
ted the vows which were 10 bind then
together. .
They wandered long by the banks o
the murmuring rill. and talked of tn
present and the future. Hope WOW
gay flowers in their pathway, and it wa;
at late hour when they retired to dream
Of joy and love.
Three years passed away, checkere'
alike by sunshine and shadow-joy ant
sorrow-and we will again look in upor
the characters of our story. Three years
passed over with single clash of tn
pen, and yet how full of meaning
Charles Haywood had grown three year
older, and he had changed much. Hi
face wore the some pensive smile ht
was cheetful and gay as usual, bu
it was only assumed.
A soft sunset light was dying away il
the western sky-beautiful as ever burn
ed in Italia's heaven, and glorious as any
ever sketched by the immortal pencils 0
Rapheal or Michael Angelo. Charlie
Haywood sat in his room, by The window
gazing out upon the beautiful scene be
fore him. The hues Of the dying da,
fell like crown Of glory upon hilltop o
mountain, and the snow white cottages
Of that romantic village looked more beau
tiful than ever. ,..,
"This is the last night shall spent
here" he murmured 10 himself. How
many happy days have passed ava,
since first came here. And yet shad
ow has blended in my pathway as wei
as sunshine. Alas for the first! l won
der what will be the future :" '.''
!, He opened a private drawer. and tool
out little letter, on which was written
in beautiful hand, his own name. /
read M. Is
Charles: have wandered far away
from the noise and hustle Of the day, ant
seated myself beside the same brook, ant
beneath the same tree where first lis
tened 10 your words. l do not write tC
reproach you. | ask for the VOWS | plight
ed you and you shall have yours
May God forgive us both! farewell
XIX. @ ELLEN.
"And this is the fruit Of all my hopes
and labors," he said, bitterly. "Ther'
is nothing left now but the hope Of drown
ing the memories Of the past in the tolls
of the future Now for fame 'a
shall be my highest aspiration, and II will
win a name that shall not be forgotten'!'
The door opened, and tall, STATELY
student entered. " 'ait w "
,t,.s Come, Haywood, What are 'yot
about! Turn round here?
wish to walk with yousa few moments
you know we leave this cursed place I,
mottow--never toreturn again, hope =
be added in ashalf whisper. Rse,'y.
There was something repulsiye in tll'
appearance Of the intruder. He wa
well formed and handsome, but hh
black, restless eyegave token ofa way
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