Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-06-11
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| slgnt OF THIS cold and naughty beauty.
had plan in py head which was to fine
her heart-I did not doubt her having one
land then wound il, not break it, as Harry
Marks had said, but punish her for her many
kfirtations.
"The next morning Frank G. was
early at my room. He gave me a glowing
account of his call, and :od me what a
sleepless night he had passed, thinking OF
Eleanor Gray, and ended by saying, Oh,
Bob, you were never in love, and cannot
sympathize with me now, nor know the
agony of hope and fear in my heart Oh,
Bob, she is SO beautiful and he bowed his
head on his hands, and sighed. I should
have thought him really in love, and another
victim to Eleanor Gray's wiles, bad not
seen him in precisely the same situation
several times before.
"As it was, suppressed yawn, and said,
We'll, Frank, my boy, how shall see this
wonderful dansell' assssss-s-ssssss-s -
"'Oh, forgot, here are cards for little
party at Mrs. Monteith's this evening She
is to be there, Eleanor Gray, my peerless
Eleanor! Will you go!' Without waiting
for an answer, he rushed from the room.
Evening came, and | found myself at
Mrs. Monteith's. Now, Tom, don't ask me
TO describe Eleanor Gray. can't do. it.
She was beautiful, beautiful as an angel;
and before l had conversed with her ten
minutes, was almost ready to fall at her
feet with her other worshippers. Her eyes
were her chief charm-large, lustrous, dark,
beautiful orbs, flashing at times with such
dazzling light that they almost blinded the
gazer. But they did not quite blind me,
though at times, when they flashed look
at me, was forced to turn my head away,
and whisper to myself, Never yield, Bob,
you have duty to perform
"Days passed on. Frank C. had Of
fered his heart and hand to the beauty,
been rejected, procured bottle of laudanum,
which still remained untouched in his room,
and scores of other unfortunate youths were
dying for her, but | was still safe. The
brightest glances from her eyes fell on my
stony heart, which refused to be sottened,
even by the beautiful waves of her dark hair
But l soon made a discovery. Eleanor
Gray loved me. knew it; never mind how.
had found her heart; shall | break i'll
When entered room where she was, her
eye would seek mine and brighten as il met
them. When she talked with me it was in
gentle tone. and have heard her voice
tremble when she sang for me, and seen
her cheek flush, and her silken lashes droop
when gazed upon her face.
"One evening" glorious moonlight eve-
ning-l was walking with her down by the
sea. We were talking of a soldiers life,
and ] had been telling her stories Of the
camp, and field, and gallant deeds done in
battle, and her eye kindled as talked, and
she cried, 'How should love to be a SOL
der's wife, TO follow him to battle, and to
watch, if even from far, as he plunges into
the thickest of'the fight, and bravely strives
for the victory. And if he fall, could not
weep if he fell fighting, face to the foe, but
thank God that had been his wife, and
seen him die glorious DEATH
""Oh! you could never endure the hard
ships Of soldiers wife, / SAID. Gould
you travel through snow and ice, or over
the hot sand of weary deserts, or cross
stormy oceansp
"Yes, yes" she cried, Il conld do all
this and more with one, for one love-
81 looked down into her eyes, flashing
with enthusiasm, anC said, in low, earnest
tone,
with one you love! Will you ever
love, Eleanor Gray! Does any mortal live
who can obtain that priceless gem, your
lover
"She dropped her lashes over her eyes
those beautiful eyes-for a moment; then,
looking up, said,
"'Can you doubt my power of loving!--
Yes. Robert,I can love-
"She threw one glance from those eyes,
and my courage ialtered; but had reso lived,
and, laughing a loud, scornfu1 laugh, said,
"'Why, what scene we are having!-I
Private theatrcals! When shall we per-
form in publici':
81 thought she would have killed me with
the lightning from her eye-uttered bitter
words and silenced me forever; but what do
you think she did, Tom! She looked me
full in the face, and in the moonlight saw
tears gather in her eyes. Slowly they gath
ereG :here, and she did not wipe them away,
but let them fall one by one. The light in
those bright eyes was softened. She look
ed sadly, reproachfully at me, and I--well,
| fell at her feet, implored her forgiveness,
told her loved her, and in minute more
was kissing those very tears away, and
calling her my o,on, for she had promised to
be my wife.
$50 you see women can weep real tears,
Tom, and melt mans heart with them,
too!''
But, Bob, where is Eleanor Gray now!
Di she die after that wonder ful effortl'
"'Why, no, Tom, no-the fact is she
i Tilted me in a week. But what did you
make me spoil my story for? You'll! never
believe those were real tears nown"
Il