The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-01-22

His eyes metTmine. s bowed my head
and it was arranged that should Lecome
pupil Of Herr Won Getchenbuts,, lv-,.7
/ was admitted to bis class in few days
and received his teachings; he said wa
possessed OF the most thrilling voice he ha,
ever trained. / slfoye hard 10 learn, and
succeeded. 951i ---t-te2a '1 -s3's 4 ~
In twelve months Herr Won G Getehenbur.
offered me an. ulmcstl incredible sum if
would accompany him over the country, Il
the capacity of public singer. | refused
could not tear nBselfnwhy from the placi
where Montcalm b-eathed, Doyone ask ii
loved Howard Moutcalml LOysl twas al
unknown wordto me. ] felt not towart
him as | felt 10 others; ! loved him not a
woman loves mani worohipped him as tLlt
Christian @orships his God! 'r'aal '.-E3
The term Of my contii.u ance at schod
was drawing rapidly to o close. In ont
short week was to 60 to my dreury homs
and see him in The light Of whose smiles
had lived for two years, DC. more.
My situation in the family where | hat
boarded was much the same as at first. |
had made no iricTds nor Gid wish to, and !
thought of leaving there without a solitury
regret. ''i' @'A't3 e..' ''' aEfHi -
The closing day came at last. There was
to be grand ex 'minoton in the great hsl
ofthe academy and essays and COMPOST
ti0ns Of oil kinds were to be read, a4'ar
The holiday dresses were drawn out; ew
e'ry wus borrowed, stay Iacings we're stretch
ed to their utmost tension, and rouge and
chaIk-balls were in urgent demand. sa
] hld no fipe clothes in which to appear,
sot Sore the pale, straw-cotufed' calico
which had been my church dress in sum.
mer,, Ornaments | had none, not, even, q
ring or a pin, and my muslin collier vas ,fas.
teLed by plain black ribbon. Excitement
had lent crimson blush to my wan cheek,
and my eyes were almost fearful in their
great brllancy. .a.... ...,.,...-
The time came for me to read my essay
II was the last exercise. rose, my head
swan; Isaw but one face in oil that assem-
bly,, and that face was his. II strengthened
me. read the composition; the subject
was "Desoiation." ! had thrown into the
essay ulI the wild energies Of ny lonely
soul, al! the vain yearnings of my desolate
heart, md succeeded in what had desir.
ed. The audience which filled that vast hall
sat spell bound. The stiffness of the tomb
was there! finished and sat down; no one
spoke. Pale and still they sat- while the
cheeks Of many were white and dry. -
| looked al. Montcalm. Ills head lay on
the desk before him, and his form quivered
with emotion. AT length the manager an
nounccd the. exercises at an end, and The
spectators departed, leaving Montcalm alone
with his pupils. In few appropriate words,
he bade us farewell. Each one,in passing
out, took him by the hand and received from
him some parting udmonition. held back
sntil fhe last. There was melancholy plea.
surein being the last to say adieu to him
whom we all loved. "s' HH'~a #.i5' taaG".
@ lie took my hand. My whole frame thrilled
ath;s touchs alt the lite long agony Of my
existence was' bent in that one HnumentI NV
eoarage forsook me, my self restraint gave
way, ana "Oh, God,"escaped my lips.1 gsl
We were alone Montcalm bent his head
until his breath played upon my cheek, and
his voice was broken and ugi,ated as he said
miss Fair6eId-Genie, do you love me9''
My face flushed crimson with shame; he
knew my fatal secret, would rather have
laid down at his feet and died, than that he
should have known it..
l replied bitterly, "Alas! was this blow
needed TO complete my utter wretehedness,
ny great humiliationn' W. '''-.'-' ID '''' ''
V Montcaim's face lighted up with intense
joy; he caught me to his breast. "Deurest
,GeRie,p he exclaimed; while his kisses rain.
ed upon my face, .and you do love me, dar-
ling you have loved me long time!' .,,r
.Iwound my arm around his neck and helt
him close to my bosom, for + feared even in
that moment Of ecstacy, an undefnable
something, dreadful and unk no&n.. '''2'''
-- Oh, the bliss Of sitting in the lonely ole
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hall, W th the twilight shades around Us
while he told me in his low, thrilling voice
fhsIose, his hoppiness--ulI, all. hata3'
sL"To me, dearest Genie, 2 he said tenderly
syou were always beautiful yud'wefe woven
in all my dTeuc,s Of happiness, your pale
sad lace, as you raised il to liiihe on the FRS
morning Of our meeting, has been for two
years the companion of my waking aant
sleeping hours. o Genie, Il love you better
than the whole world, betterpthan my ylife
nextto Gedn Willy love me thus, dar
lingp i. II g,as e..3,a.ss, f.s.Ytsae s45rc
4 Iitold him without reserve oil my ,lpnelJ
ifebofthe FIRST beam of light which his pres
eneschad brought, ofshlany weary hours pas
sed at toiling at my lessons, that I mightwiI
a kind tone from him; leaning on bis nobl,
heart. Ltold him all my life long yearning
be loved. and his calm soul lit eyes she,
loyes 70 end d happiness dPpn, me as he looke'
dow, with holy trust into my face. ,g,. siss
We parted. One long, agonizing kiss
pressed on his lips., received with strang'