Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1857-02-13
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CONCLUSION.
BY INEz.

M Why did Henry Strickland turn SO
pale and his hear, beat with such a smoth.
cred pain Long ago, in dream Of
youthful love. not the loss true because
unspoken. he had placed that little
ring on I.ucy's finger on leaving home
for the first time. The grief had long
been forgotten. Was the love forgotten
too. Henry took down the Facry
Queen from his book.shelves. and open
cd to the withcrcd bunch Of pansics.-
A painful emotion choked him. but after
single glance, he pu, the volume back,
aad FASTENED to the drawing room to for
get his seli-reproachcs in the sonnd Of
1ola's harp.
Guido Moteni was bashful Italian
youth. whom lola had seen at the house
OF playmate, ard on discovering that
he was her countryman, sne had been
increasingly urging her guardian to en-
ptov him IA her music teacher. Henry
had hardly liked the idea a. first, fearing
that she would not become 50 easily
attached to her new hom,. if constantly
reminded of the old, BY associlting with
one whose language and rccollections
were the same but so earnest was she,
30 eagerly did she promise to devote
herself to music that she might please her
guardian, that he at last consented
Several months had elapsed. and Henry
himself had become attached to the quiet
modest Italian, and lola was such child
and every day growing more and more
fond Of himself, that he felt that there
could be no danger. SO he sat in the
drawing room, half reclining on velvet
couch, and while he listened to the musi-
cal voices Of Guido and lola. blending
Aarmoniously in Venetian chant, he
Dreamed Of the day when lola, in all her
elorious beauty, should be his alone.
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Five years passed away. and lola was
no longer child, but brilliant,
girl of eighteen. Her regal beauty would
have become a throne; her air was that
of princess, yet underneath her splen-
did exterior, rich, warm heart was beat
ing, worth more than all her beauty
With intense pride her guardian looked
on her, as in her youthful grace she
moved among hosts of admirers, and with
still grelter satisfaction could not per-
ccive that she favored any.
M 1t was the eighteenth birth day, and
o brillian. party was to be gathered, in
the evening, at Mr.. Sirickland's mansion,
In honor of his ward. As she sat in the
morning. in her own room, selecting from
her almost regal wardrobe the dress and
laces and jewels to be worn the coming
evening, a servant entered and laid lit.
tie box on her dressing table. lola
waited until she had retired and then,
with suddenly flushed cheek and spark
ling eyes, opened the box, which con-
Gained only bunch of moss rose-buds,
with a card, on which was written "Fol
Guido's sake"
A warm blush overspread the cheeks
of lola, and for some moments she sal
gazing at the pencilled words. her eye.
swimming with joyful tears. 'They shal
be worn for thy sake. Guido" she mur.
INJURED. Diamonds and pearls are poo,
in comparison with these simple buds
which tell me am loved by thee"
She placed the buds in vase of wa
TER, ana tncn, WITH smiie OF new aroeh
happiness, laid aside all the splendid
silks and jewels she had previously been
arranging. All day long, she danced
around the rooms, singing and smiling
here adjusting the drapery of a curtain
there replacing book or vase, ercry
where adding gracefullness and beauty
It was no little surprise that Henry
saw his ward enter the glittering rooms
attired in white muslin entirely with.
Out ornament, excepting a single moss
yosebud in her hair and little knot o.
them upon her breast. But after gaz.
ing at her moment. he was conscious
that she never looked so lovely, and was
pleased with the contrast between hel
simplicity and the gaudiness of those
hround her.
But in the recess of window stood