Mariposa Democrat., 1857-05-06

ioy of the woman revealed itself in smiles
sweet as starlight and bushes burning like the
tints of an evening cloud, while by singular
contrast, the passion of youth found vent in
rain of delicious tears.
The first ecstatc transport of the reunion
being allayed, the young man murmured;
"Come, dearest Thalia, let us go yonder
and sit down. want to talk to you long
while"
He took her electric hand, and led her a few
steps up the river to a large heap of wood,
where the boats occasionally landed to take in
fuel. There he arranged as comfortable po'
sition for the charmer as possible, and throw
ing himself on his knees at her feet, so as to
look fully into that bewitching face, he gazed
up into those dark eyes as ifworshipping some
incflable divinity. 1t was, too, divinity we
have all worshipped at some time or other in
our cold, skeptical lives, perhaps the first one
ever adored, at the sacrifice of the souls virgin
purity-but, ah me for how many in vain.
A concealed spectator would have remarked
a striking, if not a painful contrast between
the lovers As have already said, in all but
form, he was a mere boy; while she appeared
the proud, snowy, handsome woman of more
than twenty summers. Her love seemed that
of the half passionate coquette; but his was
all fame-homage as pure as ever glowed in the
depths of any human bosom. She was evil
dently fond Of him, and against the wishes Of
her parents, as this stolen interview sufficient
ly proved; but she was his all in all in fancy
as in feeling, the very life breath of his being,
as evinced by his every glance, tone and ges
ture. She looked down upon him, while he
looked up to her and this simple fact implies
difference wide as two distant worlds. And
hence, the mightest mastery of tyrannical
passion ever developed in the yearning heart,
is that of the boy for the full-blown woman.
For there can be no love without the madness
Of alteration.
"Sweet Thalia, let US fly at once, and never
be parted more, entreated the youth, in ac-
cents earnest as the voice of prayer, while the
moonlight streaming on his face gave him the
aspect of devotee kneeling before the statue
of saint
A troubled, indelinable expression passed
over the fine features Of the woman, as she
sighed
at cannot be yet we must still wait for
the consent of my parents"
and that will never be given" he answer.
ed, with a countenance Of measureless despair
awe must hope for the best" she returned
in tones as gloomy as those of the other.
al cannot endure it." cried the boy, with a
strange convulsive shudder of the lips; your
rich father spurns me like dog, and your
brother insults me on every public occasion
People point at me as a coward, and so am
but it is for youW
"You talk wildly tonight" murmured the
woman, almost alarmed at the singular CLEAN.
ing light beginning to dart, as in fitful pulses
from the large blue eyes of her lover
81 shall go mad if | lose you" he exclaim.
ed passionately, springing to his feet and kiss.
ing the bright ringlets of her raven hair, which
his tears soon sprinkled with gems of crystal
dew.
Then falling as suddenly on his knees and
clasping her throbbjng BOSOM he implored:
"0hl my angel, know that am poor
that cannot support you in the style to which
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see those divine hands soed with labor, tc
look on that dear form, thin with want OF
clad like mine. Therefore, | will never more
press you to fly with me. But why cannot
you love me as love you?-more than all on
earth, more than all in Heaven?"
The intense passion, the fiery poetry of love
touched also the soul of the woman, as she
glued her lips to his, murmurng "Dear
Wade, do do"
"Then there is another way for us to enjoy
an eternal union;" he said in voice milder
than his words.
"What mean your" she faltcred, recoiling
with gesture.
Loving hearts that are barred from beat
ing together in life, may still sleep together in
a common grave" was the startling reply, and
the brow of the speaker turned pale as the
moonlight that hovered like some weird un-
healthy thing around his head.
"What would you commit the frightful sin
of suicide, and peril your immortal soul?" she
cried with shivering horror
who can tell if it be sin to dispose of my
own life when it ceases to be worth the keep
ing" he asked as il in dream
"Tho good book, the preachers, your own
father" she rejoined with look of ndescriba-
BILE amazement
any father breaches and prays, and is
ground into the earth by poverty yours curses
and grows rich. How do know then which
pcases God best, prayers or curses2
"Are you deranged, Wade? Doyou doubt
the Creator?" she cnquired in greater conster-
nation.
He cast gloomy glance at the sky, and
muttered " All is dark yonderl if Heaven
would have us believe, why does it not dis
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