Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-02-13


she had received. She found that it was moth
ing but a tolerably deep incision, made, Op
Parendy, by avery sharp stone. The bleeding
had ceased, aud she soon succeeded in closing
the Wound by tie help Of some narrow strips
Of plaster.e
She then sented herself by the low window,
and tried to recall the events of the day. Dear
Lily Grey what a fount Of deep, pure, ex.
qaisile, yet strange lappinsss had sweiled up
in her young heart since she went forth that
summer afternoon upon her errand Of mercy
to old Mrs. Forsler'S coltsge Yet bright
tear-drops were continuity sparkling in her
beautiful eyes, aud her hands trembed so
that she could scarcely smooth the shining
curls that fell without restrsint upon her
shoulders.
For long time she cat there b. the win.
dow darkness came on, but she needed it mott
there was no darkness Of the spirit there, and
her heart was llumined in it's innermost re-
cesses by light from within, light that depend
ed no upon outward obects--lghl clearer than
that Of the sun at MONDAY.
"Wby, Lily dear !" exclaimed the cheerful
voice Of Mrs. Mason, ''are you here! We
thought you had not come in YETI and fearing
you were lost or in soms trouble or other,
George started in pursuit Of you some time
ago. And now. while be is trumPing thr ough
the woods in search Of you, here you are,
ensconced in your own little room safe as
saint in her niche. But bless me, child why,
what wound upon your forehead" and drop.
ping the bantering lone she had before used,
and approaching quickly to Lily's side, the
good lady Osked seriously, "What is the mat.
ter, Lily! What has happened o.
There is nothing of consequence the mat
ter now" replied Lily, and she rapidly sketch
ed the occurrences OF the afternoon. She did
not think it necesoary to tell the whole story,
and was thankful that the blush she ielt rising
to her very forehead, as she mentioned the
name of Frederick Gordon, was concealed by
the increasing darkness.
"Really, quite romantic adventure you
hayo had" said her aunt, as Lily concluded
her little story. 81 suppose that, as in duty
bound, you intend falling in love with Mr.
Gordon forthwith. i fancy your bright eyes
had done some mischief In that quarter al
ready; and now would's It be funny if we
should have wedding here, eh Lily =" And
thus she ratified on while they were descending
the stairs, and proceeding 10 the psrlor where
lea was waiting, never once dreaming that
there was any thing like truth in her playful
jest. Had she done SO she would have been
very serious, for she we'll knew it was no light
thing for maiden to place that priceless
treasure, her young hearts pure love, in an
Olher's keeping.
Lily escaped from the fsmily circle soon
alter tea that evening, under plea of fatigue !;
ard, in truth, she felt the need Of rest. She
legged to be alone with her newly born hap
Piress; to recall the looks and words that had
so hriiled her heart. She was young, very
young. almost a child in years; and she had
leaned that The Treasure she had found ihat
dsy was one to be received with fear and
tTem1ling. She took the angel guest to her
bosom, tearfully, ii it's true. but oh most Joy
fully; and she lay down upon her couch that
night 0 dream only of long, long days of bliss.
She knew, indeed, that something of sorrow
must fall to the lot of mortalsi but would no,
even that be sweet il shared W ith him With
such thoughts as these she knet to Offer up
her evening prayer, and to bess her Father
in Heavef for the new wel'sPrins of joy that
had sprung up in her pathway.
How bright and beautiful was every thing
in the outer world when Lily awoke next
morning There had bebn 4 shower during
the night, and Thousand gems were spark
ling upon every tree and shrub and iower.--
The mist was rolling up from the mountains,
but it yet lay heavily .bove the bed Of the
river, marking its windiSgs as far the eye
could reach. It seemed p Lily that earth was
never so beautiful befhe; and there was
Melody in her young head as she stood by the
open window, listening d the thrilling of the
: birds, the low murmur of the waterfall, and
all the sweet sounds with which Nature vel
" fcomes the sPproaeh Of ihs May god. When,
9 her simple toilet completed, she descended tC
breakfast that morning, old Mr.. and Mrs
y Mason noted with surprise her unwonted love-
r lness. She was, indeed. as Frederick Gordon
e had said, very lovely At all times but now
# her face was radisnt with happiness--ths
= most etficacious Of all cosneics--and her eyei
II besmed with added lustre. Perhaps. too, she
n might have arranged her iress with rather
: more care than usual for in those primitive
o dsys it was not considered lecessary TO atten'
TO The duties of the toilet hIf s.dozen times
day and Lily bad whispered o herself, "Frede
rick will surely be here to-dY.'
,, But the morning passed AID no Frsdericl
r. appeared. Hour after hour Of The afternoon