Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-05-27
CLEARFIELD, PA, WEDNESDAY,, MAY q, 1857


have no right to commando
ave will waive thatl What is your will my
dearest Stella 10
"My prayer, my lord-is first, for your for
giveness."
esForgireness ?--my Stella."
CAY my dear lord You see before you a
penitent and supplicant, who may soon be
something far more wretched!''
ssMy Stella what mean You 20
ssCome to the window, Lord Montressor |"
she said, rising and proceeding him. ssLook
out,'' she continued, putting aside the rose
colored hangings, and revealing view of the
paris below, alive with its restless multitude.
eWhat are all these people waiting for, my
lord %
sWhat are they waiting for, my Stella ?-for
that, for which I also wait, with how much
more impatience - he answered, while deep
flush of love and joy, for an instant, supplant-
ed the anxiety on his face.
ssThey wait to bride pass, where a
bride may never go!'' she said, in a solemn
voice.
s'Stellal great Heaven what say you - he
exclaimed, gazing on her with profound aston
ishment.
ssThat the briGe they expect is unworthy to
stand before Gods holy altar beside Lord
Montressorl''
"Unworthy, StellaI Youl''
s.MOst un,rorthy, my lord ~ she said, drop
ping her arms, and dropping her head in an
attitude of the deepest misery. 81 should
have made this confession long ago, Lord
Montressor; but have deceived you'll have
deceived you 10
s'In what respect, Stella ? My God! it
cannot be No, ii cannot be! that while be-
trothed to me, you do not love me!''
ssNot lore you Oh! my dear lord 20 she
murmured, in a voice of thrilling tenderness
that carried conviction of her truth to his
deepest heart.
"What mean you then, dearest one ? if in
deed you return my deep love-
"Oh do, do, Montressor; whatever hap
pens, wherever you go, take that assurance
with you! ] love you, my lord shall ever love
You, even though even after what l shall have
told you, You repulse and hate me, and go to
our friends and say,-ssThat woman whom
was about to wed, is but q whited sepulchrc,
whom have proved, and whom now reject''
and SO leave me to the scorn of men, still
say-evcr shall say love you Lord Montres-
sor L love you, and the consciousness of be-
ing unworthy of your love is the bitterest ele-
ment in my punishment she said, in a voice
of such profound misery, that Lord Montressor
conld scarcely continue to believe her agi-
tation unfoundcd or exaggerated.
He dropped upon seat, and sitting still and
white as a carved image of stone, gazed upon
her, waiting her further communications.
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