The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-07-03
TIFFIN, OHIO, FRIDAY, JULY 8, 1857.


Mrs. Monteith's. Now, Tom, don't ask
me to describe Eleanor Gray. oau't do
il. She was beautiful. beautiful as an an
gel and before had oonversed with
her ten minutes I was ready to fall down
at her feot with other worshipers. Her
eyes were her chief oharm-large, us.
trous, dark, beautiful otbs. flashing at
times with such dazzling light they al.
most blinded tho gazer. But they did
mot quite blind me, I was fcsoed TO turn
my head away and whisper to myself
Never yield, Bob, you have a duty tc
perform
"Days passed on. Frank c. had
offered his heart and hand to the beauty,
been rejected, procured bottle Of laul.
auum, which still remains untouched in
his room, and scores Of other unfortunate
youths were dying for her, but l was
still safe. The brightest glanoos from
hor eyes foil harmless on my stony heart,
which refused to be sof,eued, even by
the beautiful waves Of her hair. But /
soon made a discovery. Eleanor Gray
loved me. l know Il; never mind how.
| had found her heart; should bread il?
When entered a room where she was,
her eye would seek mine and brighten rs
It met them. When she talked to me it
was in gontle tone, aud l have heard
her voice tremble when she sang for me,
and seen her cheek flush, and her silken
lashes droop when l gazod upon her face,
zone evening, a glorious moonlight
evening" was walking with her down
TO the sea. We were talking Of soldiers
life, and l had been telling her stories Of
the camp and field, and gallant deeds
done in battle, aud her eye kindled as
talked, and she cried, How l should
love to be q soldiers wife, TO follow him
to the battle. and to watch, if even from
aiar, as ho pluugas into the thiokest Of
the fight, aud bravely strives for victory.
And It he fall, 1 could not weep if he
fell Gghting face to the foe. but thank
God that ] had been his wife, and seen
him die glorious death'
'Oh you could never endure the
hardships of a soldiers wife, / said.
Gould you travel through snow and ice,
or over the hot sands Of weary deserts or
cross stormy ooeans?'
yes, yes she cried. ] could do all
this and more with one. for one l love-
al looked down into her eyes, flashing
with enthusiasm, and said in low, ear
nest tone:
"'With one you Lowell viii you over
love, Eleanor Gray? Docs any mortal
live who can obtain that priceless gem,
your love-
"She dropped her lashes over her eyes
those beautiful eyes--for moment
then looking up, said;
"'Cau you doubt my power Of loving
Yes, Robert, can love-
"Sho threw one glance from those
eyes, and my courage faltered; but l hat
resolved, and, laughed loud scornfu
laugh, l said,
" why, what n scone we are having
Private theatricals When shall we per
form in public?"
al thought she would have killed m
with the tightening from her eyes--utter
cd bitter words and silenoed me forever
but what do you think she did, Tom
She looked me full in the face. and in th
| ihOouAlShb odW tShlo bobu0A III hSA oJ0o
Slowly they gathered there, and she dit
not wipe them away. but let them fall
ono by one. The light in those brigh
eyes was softened. She looked sadly, 10
proaohfully at me, and well, fell a
her feet, implored her forgiveness, tolC
hsr 1 loved her, and in a minute NOR,
| was kissing those very tears away, ant
calling her 0ly o1On, for she had promised
TO be my wife.
$50 you see women can weep, rea
tears, Tom, and melt mans heart will
them tool"
"But, Bob, where is Eleanor Ora,
now? Did she die after that wonderful
effort?''
"Why, no, Tom, no-the fact is sh
Tilted me in a week, But what did 20
make mo spoil my story for. You'll neV
or believe those were real tears now"