The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1856-01-03

time considerably 'Frenchlfied'-Ant
you no doubt imagine that, on my re
turn. will exciaim, after an attemp
to speak good English, 'Ah! machere
c'est inutile; ce william Anglais me rsst,
toujours au gosierg CAh! my dear,
is useless; this ugly English will sticl
in my throat!)
"Oh, my sister! How wish I fel
once more your soft, white arm
around my neck, could hear the swee
murmur Of your voice, or have you
head, with its wealth of sunny hair
nes.ling confidingly on my bosom a,
of old; while gazed down into tn.
glorious depths Of your eyes, growing
softer and sweeter, beaming only fol
me, since we laid q fond, a loving, ant
q manly heart into the quiet grave!
"Oh! where may that blessed dream
be sought, which can fling over the
pensive evening Of lite the sum,
brightness Of its morning; which no
urishes the hearts young warmth
through the successive lustres of pass.
ing years; feeds the unwasted spirit to
it, last flesh, and seems extinguishable
only by that power which stills the vi.
tai throb and quenches the letherial
flame together?
1.-The echo of the heart answereth
HONE! And am coming home soon
my dear, dear sister.
Il miss Allie as much az do your
own sweet self How il she? Grow
ing more beautiful and captiv ating ev.
cry day, l suppose? Kate, | love Allie
fondly, dearly. Oh! often when the
quiet shades ofevening gather around
me, do ! involuntarily murmur--
"Allie dear!
Call thou me home! fro u thee apart
Family and low my pulses beat,
As If the life-blood of my heart
Within thy own heart holds its rest
And howercth only where thou art!
Oh! call thou me home!
"But must draw my letter to a close
II you think Allie has ever more than
a kind, cousinly thought for me, read
her this postscript. shall write again
by the next steamer. In the mean
time, dear Kate, may the richest bless
ings ofGod and%fyour absent brother
be with you.
Farp VERNoy:"
Months passed on. Letter after
letter came from Fred but no further
rcma rk or inquiry about Allie. She
seemed to be forgotten. Allie tried
in vain to bear up against it. l could
not soothe her. Her cheeks grew
wan, and the light.dimmed in her
eyer. Often would I place my hand
upon them at night, and find them
swimming in tears.
Railways knew it. | am not wOr.
thy of him." she would murmur-
"why should he care about such a
poor, simple, unsophisticated girl az
II" And then in her dependency
she would wiring her hands, and cry
if her heart was breaking.
Oh! how that sweet young girl low
ed---worshipped-adored! Here
was love that defied all analysis, a
love of the higher and noblcr order, a
love that would, if uarequited, bear
her 10 the tomb!
In his last letter he wrote Of having
at last found such woman as he
would desire for his wife. Rich, tai
cntcd, fascinating. Peerless in her
beauty, winsome in her poetical con-
ceptions, glorious in the power of her
intellect. This was the crowning
blow to the hopes Of poor Allie.
Fred came! More beautiful than
ever in his manhood, more refined in
the cast of his feature, more intellect
ual in the fash of his eye. He claspe,l
me fervently to his heart, pushed me
backward and forward, seeming to
notice every change in my features
that absence had made. Kissing my
checks, and parting my golden curls
from my forehead to press his loving
lips there, he cried,
"And where is Allie! my dear lit
tie Allie--the missionary, sunlight?
| am dying to see herr'
"Dying to see Allie" ] cried, va
guely: "then you love her, Fred?"
"Love her?" he asked, vehement
~.
! almost sank to the floor beneath
the flash Of his brilliant eyes. Ifelt
that Allie was saved!
| led the way up stairs. Allie was
lying on the bed, and the dark circles
around her eyes betrayed that she had
been weeping bitterly. Fred stole
up and kissed he half-parted lips
The dear girl dreamily opened her
eyes.
"Allic--tlcar, gentle Allier' cried
my brother, "have you forgotten
Fred? your onn dea, Fred"
Allie looked up into his eyes. She
studied the lines Of his deeply express
sive face. She watched the finely
chiseled lirs, wreathing with love and
delight. A gleam Of trust and assur-
ance lighted up her features for a mo-
ment, then throwing her arms wildly
around him, she sobbad until ]
thought her very heart would break.
lput their hands together, with an
expressive glance. Oh! what q
beautiful couple they seemed to me
as stood off to view them. Fred,
with his hair carelessly pushed back
from his high, intellectual forehead;
his features singularly handsome, re-
fined, delicate, yet linked with all the