True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-04-14

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dreadful idea, which blighted the whole
golden prime of his life; and this was,
that she meant 10 mock him, to laugh at
his folly, to jest at his passions, and utter.
y extinguish his love. '
But, he, sadly enough, admitted to
himself, that this last could not by any
possibility be. For the rest, it filled him
alternately with pain and horror, that she,
whom he held to be so peerless, should
turn out so utterly false and hearlless.
Days have gone by since the bouquet
has been given to him, and which he now
always carries in his breast, days rolled
by, and he found that she now studiously
avoided his presence, giving him no op-
portunity Of venting his tortured heart to
her alone.
The old Marchioness was on visit to
Warwick. and brought with her in ber
almost queenly train, a whole "galaxy"
Of rank and fashion, of youth and splen-
dor, also of age and wealth for with her
came certain Lord Herbert Coombe, a
rous long past the middle age, but enor.
mously wealthy, and Of an ancient lineage.
1t soon began to be rumored that Lord
Herbert Coonbe was a suitor for the
hand Of Lady Annsbel, that Lord Brooke
approved of ii, that the intriguing old
Marchioness was chief and principal in it,
that Annabel dazzled by family jewels
and fine title, was perfectly willing
and for time all was mad whirl o.
gaiety and feasting, dancing, music and
the like; and Craven Lely, lef! to BIZ
loneliness in the old library, began 10 pint
and waste, just like The withered flowers
he carried in his breast, which he daily
kissed and moistened with his tears.
"ki is true be was not playing a very
manly part in permitting himself to b
tortured and lrihed with in this manner
but, then. the coldness and treachery Q
the beautiful Annabel did not break for,
upoa him uatil he had given himself $
irrevocably over to his delicious dreaming
that he had row lost all power of sci
control.
One day he met her in corridor, clat
in white and covered with gems. HI
started at the apparition. Dumbly he he'll
forth his hands 10 her, and she must hav
possessed heart harder than marble no
to have been shocked at his wan an
} haggard looks. If there was any relent
} ing in her, it must have been extinguishe
| by the warm and happy light that ono
again came into his fading eyes,"
=" Excuse me-" she said, with tn;
astonishing strength of mind and name
which some women are, to their futur
misery, gifted with" excuse me, but
t am for no reading, no poetry no heroic'
to-day"
3 'Not one word, Annabel I" he faintl
said.
"Pshaw ! is this comedya My lor
} Coombe waits TO lead me to the ballroom
How do you like my costume! be;
}! him! He must not behold you speakin
to me, or thus" And like a visior
y which left him as icy cold as though tn
n form he had seen was that of some snow
maiden, whose very breath and conla
!, had frozen him, she passed by, and lie
o him to crawl, shuddering, back into II
y dark recesses of the vast library, whe
be entombed himself among the old tom,
e that had once been his solace and deligh
It Then his head fell upon his hand
it and, with groan that might have be,
d The last sigh Of despair, he burst into
y passion of tears. He was alone, AZ
there was none near who would ha
If desecrated the deep and awful hour
h sorrow and anguish. as bitter as dea,
3, with single remark. The presence
a any one would, no doubt have reslrain'
IN such an ebullition-for there was suf
II cient Of the pride Of the man in him, tn
N you'd have made him keep his own 81
W row within his own breast. Being alo
or as he believed, he gave full vent to |
l. grief.
oS Dut NC WAS uOt dlUuc'
8. The rustic Of a garment came to
le ear. A hand was laid upon his should
or and he fel, his whole being throb unt
the touch. He quickly turned his he;
o, and there, in her magnificent carmen
lie she stood before him, and wearing up
en her face some inscrutable far-off meani
a which he could not make out.
70, "You here, nadam-Lady Annabel
et he said.
on II am here, because il seems there
i'd something 10 say between us, which m
ng be said-and the sooner the bette
lid The voice was very steady, but the
quivered,
ch II am bewildcred" murmured {
it, ven. IL know nothing-I am dreamin
lth and he lifted his hands upward will
weary expression. osmla A4
Ier "That is possible replied Annab
lily "still, | have made little time, wh
pa had better be put to good use. Sp'
md sir! What would you havei, and
We, eyes sparkled hsughtily. as she tap
ha. her fairy foot petulansly. against
lid floor. s.,.... i, le,,aJ ste
ely II scarcely know you he mprrhu
late "you are changed, indeed. | am toi
his abroad upon some stormy tide - "
ion "That bouquet |" and she pOinteO
u, on the table, with a smile 50 full
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