Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1857-05-21

m twenty more minutes he had reached
the railway station just as the cars were about
to start, and in three hours he was at Hyde
Halt and standing in the presence of Estelle
she looking so beautiful and happy.
With the old chiyalric enthusiasm of devo-
ton, he dropped, at once, upon his knee, and
raised her hand to his, aaylng
For four years have hoped and waited
for one word from you, and, at last, beloved,
you have written-'Come, and l am at your
feet, as said, with an unchanged heart"
"But l., she said, deeply blushhg, while
she held both hands to raise him, 81, my
Lord, have not an unchanged heart, for longer
than four years l have loved you more than
woman's tongue may tell-and never more,
than at the hour in which we babe farewell,
as 1 thought, forever"
81 know it, beloved knew it tbenI; knew
it GlnayS l never doubted it. Could l be
deceived in the dear heart of the woman l
loved No and that was the secret of my
patience" he replied, taking his seat on the
sofa by her side.
"And yet he never inquired and do not
even now inquire, why, without explanation
and without hope, sent you from my pres
ence and why now, without apparent reason,
summon you back, she said, as a shade of
the old sadness fell upon her beautiful face.
"Your motives, dearest, were, and are your
own. Not until your spirit moves you to do
so, shall you give them to me. I have full
confidence in you, beautiful Stella"
"COnfdence : oh my God ~ she exclaimed
in a low deep, thrilling voice.
"Why, what is the matter, dearest ?"
She looked up suddenly smile of wor-
shipping love, breaking like sunlight over her
dark face, and said
'Nothing, nothing, my lord but that all
your thoughts and feelings are SO elevated
beyond yonr poor Estele's. And yet she
would almost choose it so, for could she be an
angel, she would wish yon to be something
far higher god!
"Sweet enthusiast, moderate your aspira-
.tions, or the world and its people will disap-
point you. Be not an idoater worship only
God, my Stella"
Such was their meeting.
| Yet, occasionally, throughout the inter-
! view, sudden shadow like the recurrence of
| painful thought, would fall upon her bright
face and then pass as it came.
They were engaged, and within few days
| the marriage was announced to take place on
| the LIST of May.
But it was observed by the nearest friends
| of the bride, that from the day Of her be-
trothal, her spirits had been marked by the
strangest fluctuations. Sometimes with her
beautiful dark face ilumined with deep,
j
as it were, on winged feet" or sat brooding
in happy trance. At other times, she fell
into deep gloom and anxiety, as inexpicable
| as it was alarming to her friends who greatly
feared her relapse into the deep melancholy
that had SO long oyershadowed her, and that
| they had grown to dread as a serious constj.
tutional malady. But they hoped everything
from her approaching marriage with the man
she loved. Lord Monlressor observed with
fba Tba,
betrothed but with the high toned senti-
ments that distinguished him. RETAINED from
inquiring, and awaited her voluntary reyela-
| tions.
At last the first of May, the marriage day
upon which have presented the parties to
| the reader, arrived, and all the haut ton, as l
said, were gathered at the hall or at the
church to do honor to the soemnities.
And theexpectant bride, in her bridal robe
and veil waited within her boudoir the ar
rival of the bridegroom, whom she had sum-
rnoned to a private interview before they
| should proceed to the church, She had not
long to wait. He who quickly responded to
her slightest inclination, Immediately obeyed
her call.
Yet when she heard his firm elastic step
approaching, 900
''Now God have mercy on me !" she
prayed, and covered her face with her hands.
He entered, unannounced, and saying,
"My beautiful Stella, am here, you per-
ceive, by your commands"
She dropped her hands, and revealing a face
pale with misery, spoke in a thrilling, deep
impassioned tone. a ea ra1I
"You are here by my duplication, my lord
l have no right to command
"We will waive that What is your will,
my dearest Stellar"
GGM V Traver NV lord-ie fret for yoYir
giveness.'
~ "ForgiUenesS my Stellaa"
cay, my dear lord, you see before you
penitent and supplicant, who may soon be
something far more wretched."
"My Stella what mean you y
6 Come to the window, Lord Montressor "
she said, rising and preceding him. - Look
out, !" she continued, putting aside the rose
colored hangings, and revealing view of the
park below alive with its restless multitude.
F" What are all these people waiting for, my
lord .
+" What are they waiting for, my Stella p
for that, for which l also wait, with how much
more impatience!" he answered, while
deep flush Of love and joy, for an instant, sup.
planted the anxiety on his face.
'They wait to see bride pass, where a
bride may never go F" she said, in solemn
voice.
g Stella great Heaven! what say you "
heexclalmed. gazing on her with profound
establishment. H
''That the bride they expect is unworthy
to stand before Gods holy altar beside Lord
Montressor !"
s. Unworthy, Stella You'll"
g. Most untoorthy, my lordl" she said,
dropping her arms, and dropping her head in
an attitude of the deepest misery. sI should
have made this confession long ago, Lord
Montressor; but L have deceived you'll have
deceived you'll" fa j.
"In what respect, Stella MY God 1t
cannot be No, it cannot be ! that while be.
trothed to me, you do not love me !"
g Not love you! oh my dear lordF' she
murmered, in voice of thrilling tenderness
that carried conviction of her truth in his deep
est heart.
"What mean you then, dearest one if in
deed you return my deep love-"
''Oh! 1 do, do, Montressor whatever
happens. wherever you 60, take that assurance
with you'll l love you, my lord shall ever
love you, even though after what shall have
told you, you repulse and hate me, and go to |
your friends and say,--' That woman whom |
was about to wed, IS as a whited sepulchre, |
whom have proved, and whom now reject, |
and SO leave me to the scorn Of men, still say,
ever shall say-l love you, Lord Montressor
love YOU, and the consciousness of being un-
worthy Of your love is the bitterest element in
NV punishment," she said, in voice of such