Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1856-12-19
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cannot be supposed that he was yer
deeply mourned by her who had wodde
him for his wealth. Still young an
, beautiful, and fascinating as in carly day
: of her bellc-hood, after her period {
, mourning had expired, the gay wido'
. took her eldstatioa as the acknowledge
, leader OF tushion-and hcr luxuriou
home WAS the scene of many a briliian
gathering. where youth, beauty, an
their train of attendant admirers met.
But to no one had those five vanishe
years brought greater changes than /
Mary Derwent. The timid. shrinking
| unknown girl, had become metamorpho
scd into fattered, caressed, and laudet
, authoress.
And she had grown very beautiful
withal for her blue eye had caught
deeper light, her check become tintet
with the pink of the rare sea she'll, he
broad brow singularly intellectual ant
all this had been wrought by the powe
Of a rapidly developed genius-it wa
but the outward manifestation of tina
inward power that was lowering he
whole being with new glory.
Beautiful thoughts irradiatcd her face
and all the sweet and hallowed influences
which the soul of the gifted can create
dwelt with her and beautfed her life.
Paul Denning had read her soul.
fraught productions; had revelled in the
glowing imagery her rainbow draped
fancy had woven into sketch and form
had, after many long day devoted .c
the studies Of his profession. again
gathered up the memory of that old
love. and bound its broken pearls around
his aching heart.
And yet, since that hour when she
had repulsed him. they had not met.
Matte Hunter was free now. He
met her often in soeiety-they talked
sang, and danced togethcr-the fair wild
ow even sought his presence. and hesita-
ted not to manifest great pleasure when
he was by her side yet vainly did she
strive again to weave about his heart the
meshes whcrcwith she had first entan.
gled him. He was coldly polite-noth-
ing more.
One day it was told him Mary Der
went was in the city, near him. Every
body was lavishing praises on her,-!n
society she was sought and caressed-
her name was brcathed by the literary
world. and his own lips repeated it ten
dcrly but sadly. But they were sepera-
ted, how widely now
Once again they met. 1t was in the
! crowded drawing-room of Mrs. Hunter $
elegant mansion, for she never failed to
gether at her soirees the choicest wits
and dee pest blue of the Hterati, the
tairest ladies and most gallant gentle
men Of the beau monde.
They met, and were introduced as
strangers and the old-time lover was
but one among the throng who listened,
spell-bound to the conversation of the
gifted young authoress. No longer was
she shrinking. difident girl. bat self
possessed. refined. cultivated, though
una 'suming WON an.
Though. since her first ovc-1rcam. no
other had ii.ht9d her taart, h"r lite had
not been all chcerlcss =; because that
heart had been desojated. she had not
sat illy down with folded hands and
said, ".All is. dark and drear in my fu-
tGrc. | have no aims-no incentives
for exertion.'' To her life had been
real and earnest-she had wrought,
wrought long and we'll in the mines of
thought and imagination, and brought
forth polished, shining gems. else never,
thus in her early years, had the eager
world caught them up, exclaiming. BE
hold they are real and of great value
never thus had the power OF her genius
been acknowledged. There had been nc
idle days for little Mary Derwent,
And then. so we'll had she schooled
her woman's heart in concealing her e.
motions, and so calmly did she meet
again her old lover, that he was de.
ceived.
She loves me no longer. Some one
will win and wear, before my very eyes
the pearl threw carelessly away, ane
with sharp pang of regret Paul Den
ming. weary. sad. and dispirited, left the
crowded apartment and wandered into
the conservatory.
1t was silent there. The white moon
light flooded the pnrtico upon which thu
low windows of the conservatory oper
ed. a'd cleaned softly in upon the flow
crs. almost sudbuing by its lustrc thu
light of the many -colored lamps which
burned there. Aromatic plants ant
Indian exotics filled the air with deli
cious perfumes all was balmy and lux
urious as the spice groves of southern
island but with no heed for the beau
ty or fragrance of that flower-wreathe'
bower. Paul Denning leaned his heat
against pillar and gave himself up tt
moody thoughts.
He would have bartered all-hi
name, the honors and wealth his profes
were fast pouring in upon him all
could he but have been transported bacl
into the vanished years. and once NOR
wander with little Mary Derwent be
meath that Angus, moonlight and unde
starlit skies.
The shadow of the past lay heavy OF
his soul but oh how vain was regrot
Fine passed; he might have beet
there one or two hours-he took no hee'
of time. until he heard the rustic o