The weekly Sierra citizen., 1857-08-15

Edith and demanded he fnidlment Of hef pledges Sas
haughty scorn She Withdrew her promise he nsve
return-sad she had never loved me. th5ight THE
had Changed my feelings that coqld het
almost without tang and sentiment of justice t6 ypa
Nina for felt that had trhed with y6h h-t6gethef
with .hs secret spell that ever drew ne towsrds
won youand with the exception Of an occaaional sad
thought of Edith. whom fancisH loved me intensely
despite her pride, was happy One day met het
recognition, but she stopped, and would speak to me-
She implored to see her once more. Shocked Ind
bewildered, scarce knowing what I&said, proaised
and, Fastening home, wrote that Wild mad letter and
then the summons from my uncle dispeled all other
thoughts for the timsand forgetting the letter. de-
parted on my journey. No words can convey to you:
Nina what my feelings were when that letter came to
me as the cause of your death Remorse and despair
took possession or my sou and for wceks was dsIist
ous When Irecovered. r retufHed 10 New York ara
Immediately out to visit your grave It
engraven on the tomb. For hours throagh thyt tHnH
night lay with my cheek pressed to the cold ArbS
that thought covered your colder form. took Will
me small bouquet of the flowers that you hadseher;
shed because they my favortes, and that stilf
blossomed in the conservatory Soon after this was
conversing with genlleeh in the street day. when
observed your guardian coming towards me- He had
refused to me-had forbidden to seek hih-and,
to avoid him, stepped into the Teatss. building N
was painting gallery, and Edith stood the en
trance as went in. SIZE came forward and sppRe soS
words of coincidence, bit there geim Of joy in
her eye that made shudder while listened and in
few hurried words told her OF the change in my own
feelings that remorse alone filled my heartand that
murmurcd sdo not say forever!n "Yes Edith sfoy.
erer and pressing her hand spoke, rushed frem
the building, and have never her SINCE he1 vis
tied your grave again. Nina and in the evening Us had
upon your injured guardian and feeling that rest and
inactivity would drive mad, set out upon tout
through Europe But vain was every effort TO Zee fro
thought and memory they still pursued me- go where
would. became writer, but all wrote was tinged
with the same dark lue was greeted with the ap-
tlkuss uf fsdititudes; beauty and intellect focked
around and poured the yren song of adulation in my
while my spirit yearned Oh how intensely for that
smile which alone had power to charm away my gloom.
1t was blind infatuation had felt for Edith Nina,
not the pure and holy love you had inspired in my
breast and occasional regret that had castA
shadow her heart, reFet pestswed . thought upou
hers feared That SIZE aas tnhabby- she Ht dyed
me-but relieved I met with old college
friend of mine in Italy with whom she correspond
ing and whom believe she loved as we'll she is capa
bic of loving In the most careless she alluded
to the desolaton she had caused and exulted in the
thought that was then seeking in foreign climes to
Danish her image from my heart thought of all she
had deprived me- until tears of love and sorrow for you
Nina. were raining down my cheeks. 8naE
Weary at length with travelling. finding no teSA
abroad returned home. Crowds were collected to wei
come me but, needing them not, passed on, and
reached the lonely mound that had become the centre Of
to the open window, as Ipaused the house, and th
next moment you appeared like some beautiful vision.
sent fsc1 HsAsel.:o chsss as es'nsizss asli
{" And now, Nina, ,, he continued, T" / have told you
all, and await my DOOM. If you badish me- can but
impore your forgiveness, and blessing you depart"
All is forgiven, Clarencc-all forgotten from this
hour! and murmuring low, broken tones st lvve she
threw herself into his arms. 49, s, -
God bless you for those words. mJ own Nina" said
Clarence he pressed her to his heart We will leave
this cold land that is hronged with many bitter
ories and fly to your Italy and there seek forget
the painful past and live only for the present and f
ture." - esp -
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There is beautiful cottage the banks of the Arnc,
almost embowered amid orange and lime trees beneath
whose fragrant shade at the close of the day may be-
seen DR.. Ashley, Clarence and Nina. Aunt Amy has
sunk to her last rest and reposcs serenity under
the old sycamore, in the FIR corner of the garden