Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1857-05-20

Yet, occasionally throughout the interview, q
sudden shadow like the recurrence of painful
thought, would fall upon her bright face and
then pass as it came. -
They were engaged, and Wilma few days
the marriage was announced to take place on
the first of May.
But it was observed by the nearest friends Of
the bride, that from the day of her betrothal,
her spirits had been marked by the strongest
fluctuations. Sometimes with her beautiful dark
face Illuminated with deep, still, almost reli-
gions i0y she moved about, as it were, on
winged feet ';Or slt broDdihgl in happy trance
AT other tines, she fell into deep gloom and
anxiety, asnexplica6lc as it was alarming to her
friends, vito greatly feared ller relapse into the
deep melancholy that had so long oveFshadowed
her, aud that they had grown to dread as a.sc.
rions constitutional tnalady. But they hoped
every thing from her approaching marriage with
the man she loved. Lord MontreSSor observed
with the deepest interest the uncertain moods
of his betr0thed; but with the heightened
sentiments that distinguished him, refraiped
from inquiring, and awaited her voluntary reve-
lations.
At last the first of May, the marriage day,
upon which I have presented the parties to the
reader, arrived, and all the hut ton, us said,
were gathered at the Hall or at the church to do
honor to the solemnities
And the expectant bride, in her bridal robe
and veil, waited within her boudoir the arrival
of the bridegroom, whom she had summoned to
a private interview before they should proceed
to the church. She had not long to wait. He
who quickly responded to her slightest inclna-
ton, Immediately obcyed her call,
Yet when she heard his frtn elastic step APP
preaching,
snow God have mercy on mel she prayed,
and covered her face with her hands.
He entered, unannounced, and saying,
my beautiful Stellai lam here, you per-
ceive, by your commands ~
She dropped her hands, and revealing face
pale with misery, spoke in thrilling, deep, im-
pnssi0ned tone
s'Yuu are here by my supplication, my lord /!
i have no right to command
eve will waive that! What is your viii, my
dearest Stella?"
NY prdys,, my lopd-is FIRST, for your for
giveness"
'Forgirencssa --my stella!"
.'Ay my dear lord! you see before you a
penitent and a supplicant, who may soon be
something far more wretchedl"
MY Stella what mean your"
"Como to the window, Lord MOntreSsor ~
she said, rising and preceding him. "Look out, +"
she continued, putting aside the rOse-colored
hangings, and revealing a view Of the park be-
low, alive with its restless multitude "What
are all these people waiting for, my lord 2"
that, for which also wait, with how much more
impatence!" he answered, while deep flush Of
love and ioy, for an instant supplanted the
anxiety on his face.
tEThey wait to see a bride pass, where bride
may never go!" she said in a solemn, voice.
Stella great Heaven what say you'll" he
exclaimed, gazing on her with profound aston
ishment.
THAT the bride they expect is unworthy to
stand before Gods holy altar beside Lord Mon
tressorl"
"Unworthy, Stella! You'll"
"N0st u,rorthy, my lord!" she said, drop
ping her arms, and dropping her head in an
attitude of the deepest misery. IL should have
made this, confession long ago, Lord Montres-
sor; but have deceived you'll have deceived
you'll"
Gin what respect, Stella? My God! It can
not be! No, it cannot be! that while betrothed
to me, YOU do not love me |"
stNotS lore you I OH my dear Lord ~ she
murmured. in n voice Of thrilling tenderness
that carried conviction of her truth to his deep
est heart
t'NYhat mean Won then, dearest one? ifin(eed
YOU return INV deep love"
"Ohl lido. / do. MOntressor: whatever han.
mems wherever YOU. go take that assurance with
youi Hove you, my Lord shall ever love
Won. even though after what shall have told
Won Won reuuIse and hate me. and 90 to our
friends and snv.-rThat woman whom / was
about to wed, Is but a wbited sepuichre. whom
I have proved. and whom now reiect,2and so
leave me to the scorn5 of men, still / say-ever
shallsay-I love yOu, Lord Montressorl / love
YOU. and the consciousness Of being unworthy
Of YOUR love is the bitterest clement of nv pun.
'isbnent. !" she said. in a voice Of such profound
misery. that Lord X[ontressor could scarcelv CON
t;nne IL behave her o0;tat;on ouFn,nTIad Sr az
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lie dropped upon scat, and sitting still and
white as n carved IMAGE Of Srone oozcd i,non