The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1857-05-23

They were engaged, and within few
: days the marriage wssennounced 10 take
place on the 6rst Of May.
But it was observed by the nearest
friends Of the oride, that from the day ol
her betrothal, her spirits and been mark
ed by the strangest fluctuations. Some
times with her beautiful dark face iiiu-
mined with deep, still, almost religious
Joy, she moved about as fit were, on
winged feet, or sat broodhg in happy
trance. At other times, she fell into deep
gloom and anxiety, as inexplicable as 1t
was alarming to her friends, who greatly
feared her relapse into the deep melanch-
oily that had so long oversbadowed her,
and that they lad grown to dread IS
serious constitutional malady. But they
hoped everything from her approaching
marriage with the man she loved. Lord
Montressor observed with the deepest In
terest the uncertain moods OF his betroth-
ed; but with the high toned sentiments
that distinguished him, refrained from
inquiring, and awaited her voluntary re-
velations.
AT last the first of May, the marriage
day, upon which | have presented the
parties to the reader, arrived, and all the
kaut tone, as said, were gathered at the
Hall or at the Church to do honor to tho
selemnities. 30
And the expectant bride, in her bridal
robe and veil, waited within her bondoir
the arrival of the bridegroom, whom she
had summoned to a private interview be-
fnro fhox, chon1H nrorooA IN tho church.
She had not long to wait. He who
quickly responded to her slightest incli-
nation, Immediately obeyed her call. =
Yet when she heard his firm elastic
step approaching. Aga
"Now God have mercy on me" she
prayed, and covered her face with her
hands. 1r1.d1
my beautiful Stella! am here, you
perceive, by yo commando"
She dropped her hands, and revealing
face pale with misery, spoke In thrill
ling, deep impassioned tone
"You are here by my duplication. my
lord! have no right to command"
ave will waive that! What is your
will, my dearest Stella?"
my prayer, my lord--is frst for your
forgiveness"
"fsrgirenes,?-my Stellai" ~ sr7S
"Ay! my dear lord! you see before you
a penitent and supplicant. who may soon
he something far more wretche!"
"My Stella! what mean your mad
"Come to the window. Lord Montres-
sor" she said, rising and preceding him.
Look out, she continued, putting up the
rose colored hsngings. and revealing .
view of the park below, alive with its
restless multitude. "What are all these /
people waiting for, my lord?" aaif /
"Wbat are they waiting for my Stella?
for that, for which / also wait, with how
much more impatience!"ss he answered,
while a deep flush of love and joy. for ).
instant, supplanted the anxiety on his face.
"They wait to see bride pass, where
a bride may never 60" she said, in .
solemn voice. ffF
,...Stella! great Heaven! what say you!"
he exclaime, gazing on her with profound s
astonishment. :, s
"That the bride they expect is un-
worthy to stand before Gods holy altar
beside Lord Montressor."
"Unworthy, Stella! You"
"Most uncorthy, my lord!" she said,
dropping her arms. and dropping her
head in attitude of the deepest misery.
"I should have made this confession long
ago, Lord Montressor; but have deceiv
ed you'll have deceived your
ain what respect, Stella? NV Godi II
cannot BE-! No, it cannot be! that while
bethrothe1 to me, you do not love me!"
-"Not love you! Oh! my dear lordf' she
in a voice of thrilling tender
ness that carried conviction ofher truth
to his deepest heart rste
"What mean You then, dearest one?
il ifindeed you return my deep love-"
"Oh: / do, do, Montressor; whatever
happens, wherever you go, take that as
surance with you! love you, my lord!
shall ever love you, even though, even
after what shall have told you, you re
pulse and hate me, and 60 to our friends
and say, That woman whom was about
to wed, is but whited sepulchre, whom
/ have proved, and whom, / now reject
and SO leave me to the scorn of men,
still | say, ever shall say, | love you.
Lord Montressor! / love you, and the
Of being unworthy OF your
love is the bitterest element in my pun
ishment." she said, in a voice of SUCH
profound misery, that Lord Montressor
could scarcely continue to believe her
agitation uniounded or exaggerated. .v
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