Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-04-16
D THOBURN EDITOR l. PROPRIETOR.]

And YET something liveing still was moving
in the city. Down alone Washington place
something dragged feebly along, but what
it was one could scarce determine in the
dim light. Now it crouched as mere than
ordinary bitter blast swept down the ghastly
sidewalk; now it clung feebly to the rail-
ings and dragged itself along; and again it
would stop fesrfully, and listen, like some
animal hunted 20 the death. listened for the
sounds OF pursuit.
At last it crossed Washington Park, af-
ter painful and laborous struggle, and en-
tered Fifth Avenue, and there where there
is lane lined with stables, it sank appa-
rently exhausted: sank in a dark corner,
huddled ano senseiess, where even the moon
could not see il. Ten thousand fakes OF
pitless snow came dc wn upon the wind, and
as each drliI flew by, it flung a frozen aims
to the dark mass that lay nudd led in the
Why. the city seemed alive that night !!
There was -snother sst, aot faint and Weak
with trailing limbs, but stout and swift, and
with eager hope. Down the street he
came, tumbing now and then in the deep
snow in his haste, but rising careless OF his
fall, and pushing on as madly as ever
The SNOW will cover her tracks, he pant
ing To himself, as with head down, like a
hound On the trail, he ran along; 'itis cover
ing them fast. God graunt that may find
her s"on. She has passed here. These
small prints are her's-but this cursed snow
falls last, and will lose the trail OF this
foolish girl-O Dora. Dora.'
And SO calling, stopping to examine the
path tumbling in the snow and rising but to
push on again, went Halbert Kimball. He
paused at the junct ion of Filth Avenue and
Washington Park.
She paused here, he muttered; 'the track
is faint, but can detect it-snd--ah! lose
it.here. 1t is covered with the snow o
Godl have lost her-she will perish--what
shall do'
He was standing opposite the lane where
the dark mass lay motionless, with the pat
ches of freshly tallen snow nothing its out
lines. The moon was hid, and Halbert
looked savagey up, for the thought crossed
his mind at the moment that by the aid of
her light he might continue his search. !
do believe that at that moment he said some
thing bad about the moon.
Lost he muttered, 'and through my fault.
She will die--die horribly this bitter night!
Mad girl that she is! D! what can l do to
find herr
A moan--a very--very faint moan in the
lane. Hubert listened SO eager that he
made the silence seemed painful. Again
the moan came, but fainter than at first; still!
it was enough, He ran like a oeer into the
dark lane, calling 'Dora!' and in another
moment he was warming the cold cheeks
and wet curls of the lost one on his bosom.
How tenderly he lifted her up, and how
proudly he walked through the snow while
she liy in his arms, with hers clasped around
his neck and her head nestled in his breast!
And in spite of his own warm home, how
often he stopped to kiss her pale cheeks!
'Dora,' he murmered to her, pressing her
close. as if he feared that she would again
escape him, how could you be SO mad, SO
reckless, SO cruel as to rush out into this
wild nightr
Il was mad she said family. Did you
hear what she called me! 1t seemed to me
as IT all the world had turned against me,
and wanted 10 die.'
But you will not die you will live fer me,
Dora, will you notp
Her head nestled closer to his bosom and
she said nothing, but her heart was so near
his in that moment that have no doubt it
told him all he wishes for.
Need | tell how wonderfully Halbert illu-
minated his batcbelor home that night
what splendid wax candles he lit, what a
roaring fire ne made, and how he produced
his most tempting stores, in order tc tempt
little Dora Dee to eat! How he made won
deriul coffee for her in magical self acting
coffee pot, and now when she grew wearied
out, he retired discrsety TO a neIghboring
hote !, which he left at six O'Clock the next
morning in order to have an interview with
a clergyman! know need not describe all
this. Your Kindly Imagination will supply
all those thousand details which crowd
around every such domestic romance as that
which | relate.
There is one tact however which it is i'm
portant that you should know Important
because such events are geuerally supposed
to be the end ofromance and the beginning
of reality; and as / never wish to trespass
much on the domains of the latter, like to
finish off the first with flourish.
In the morning they were married!