Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1858-10-21

FIRST LOVE-" Am L your only and first
lover" asked bright-eyed girl, as she re-
clined her classieally mo ulded brow upon the
shoulder of her lover.
mo, Leila, you are not my only. not my
first l have loved another. Long before l
saw you loved another, and l love that 9TH
er still"
Glove that other still, and better than me,
Paul! Why do you tell me that :" asked
she, raising her dark blue eyes and gazing
steadfastly into those ot her lover, half in as
constituent, half in sorrow, while her jeweled
fingers frightened cons ulyively upon his arms.
You asked me, Leila, and l answered
with truth and sincerity. You would not
have me deceive you p
"You love her still, then ?"
81 love her still'
"And better than you do me ?"
"Not better, but we'll"
"And will love her still %
"Until death, and even beyond death, over
her last resting-place will L strew Springs
earliest flowers. and bedew the sacred spot
with the purest tears that love ever she'd
"Handsomer than me, is she not p
Her eyes are as black as night, and her
hair in glossy blackness outvies the wing of
the raven. She hasn't your sweet blue eyes
nor your soft brown hair Yet, oh, Leila,
her eyes have been the sweetest to me, that
ever looked the look of eternal love-
''Paul, why do you wish to break my
heart ? Why have you taught me to love
you so wildly and blindly, and then, in the
midst of my happiness, tell me that there is
an impossible barrier between us This
night, Paul, we must part forever l would
not have believed this, had another told me,
and her eyes grew dim with tears.
Gre =
end you love me too dearly to part with me
thus. Think you that you could not share
my heart with one that l so dearly love :"
"Never, Paul, never! .
"You shall, Leila, and must Listen for
moment, while l tell you OF my first love, and
l am sure you will be willing to share with
her, them
81 will listen, Paul, but will not share your
love- must have all or none l am selfish
in that respect, and who loves ais l do that is
notF Forgive me, Paul, or forget her forev-
err"
"Forget her, Leila Never I would
not lose one jot of her pure affection for the
fairest face that ever bloomed no, not for
the girdle of Venus, nor the love Of a second
Helen"
"Then, Paul, you are lost to me forever
we must part. Farewell to our every dream
Of brighter future. 1 love you too well, and
am too proud to share your love with aught
created Oh, Paul, you have wronged me
deeply" and her exquisitely chiseled lips
cured with indignant sorrow.
"Stop, Leila, or you will deeply wrong me,
also. met this loved one, as l said before,
long years ago, in one of the sweetest and
sunniest wales of our broad Illinois; wan
derng with her, hand in hand for years. be-
side the sparklinO watara nc M,
home. First by her exquisite smile of sweet
ness she taught my heart that she loved me
with unutterable fondness and never have
doubted; my trust in her has ever been
steadtast and fearless never has her eve
looked coldly upon me- and never will it, till
the death angel shall dim them for the long
time. Oft in the still hours OF night have
been awakened, as if by the sweep of Gods
wing, and beheld that face, whose eyes were
gazing upon me with all the beatifc tender
ness of guardian angel over penitent prod
igal, and kiss would fall upon my brow.
more soothing than the dews of Heaven.
"Ihe same gentle hand has led me along
lfes howery way, and beside its unrufIled
waters and il ever my arm was raised TO a
deed of wrong, or my heart steeled to conceive
it,that gentle monitory voice came whispering
in my ear, and stayed the one midway and
drew the iron from the other. And l remem
Der, in my manhood's ripper years, when the
deep sorrow fell upon my soul, and l would
fain have drank oblivion from the wine cup s.
dery brim, that same dark-eyed woman came
and babe me, in the name of God, to shun
the fatal snare and, twining her arms
around my neck, while her eyes beamed with
loves deep inspiration, she poured oil upon
the troubled waters told me OF purer hopes
and higher aims, and in my ear whispered a
golden word that has outliyed all sorrow.
"Leila, would you know the name of my
first love IT'S my mother"
"Oh, Paul, Ill forgive you, and will share
your love indeed / will"
al knew you would, Leila. Second love
is as dear as the first"