Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-06-24
by da lily tears. Oh! Annie Clyde was in

by da lily tears. Oh! Annie Clyde was
secret very wretche6.
So the season waved and waled, and tt
household prepared to return to town.
, Annie dreading the remova for the chang
in her habits which it must demand, de-
F., pising society now more than she had eve
esteemed it, paid farewell visit to tn
spot where she had hidden hef anguish 6
: one might hide thing coveted.
1t was a sombre afternoon; fitful wind
rent handfuls of faded leaves from tn
boughs; focks of birds sent forth wailin
chirp, lowering over fower-stalks dead an
rustling; the river frowned back to tn
frowning clouds, coursing on between it
sere banks. Annie took her aceps.ome
seat at the foot Of giant tree, wtic
seemed deep-rooted like her sorrow, an
there for hours enjoyed the sympathy whic
nature offered.
At last she heard (did she not hear
soundD like near footstep. She had some
times thought she heard the same whel
here on other days; but, listening to tn
stiffness, had thought It mere fancy-or,
more, still bu; the bou nding of hare or
squirrel among the leaves. This time, how
ever, the sounds were repeated, and Their
was a sudden agitation Of the encirclin!
shrubs densely festooned with wild grape
whose burdening clusters had fallen to th,
ground unplucked. Adelia, anxious les
she was exposing her health, had sought he
ont.
| Thus thought Annie, but with tremor o
her unstrung nerves, and a gasping OF thu
breath that was more and more drawn il
painful sighs. She had risen, with hasty
putting back of her dishevelled hair, ant
taken up the mantle which had fallen from
| her shoulders unheeded. The vines and
branches were cleft asunder by strong
hand, and to her feet advanced Arthur Nav.
| bury!
Annie sank into her sea. faint and be-
wIldered, without the power of articulating
syllable. Speechless as herself, Arthur
knelt before her, took both her hands in h il
own, bowed his forehead to her knee, and
rested it there. She bent her head upon
his; and thus their humbled spirits com.
muned together, baptiz:ng themselves with
contrition before heaven and rising to new.
ness of purpose and higher appreciation
of the mortal mission.
Stars Lighted their pathway out of the
grove. and seemed an alphabet of love which
they had never learned rightly till now. A
few days later the broken band of Hymen
was reunited with deeper significant with
better hopes and holier aspirations on the
part of those whose experience apart had
been so rife with unhappiness.
1t was on the anniversary of their d.
yorce that Arthur and Annie chose their
seats on the deck of the Golden Petrel,
about to weigh anchor for the shining
shores of California-their chosen future
home.
ssOne year," said the wife. softly, "snce
eur hopes perished SO violently. Our hearts,
erm of mourning is over, for those hopes
have burst their cerements, and come forth
as by miracle
"Again and again." returned the husband
"did | follow you, Annie, to your wildwood
retreat, watching Ooh. how earnestlyD to
read your heart in secret as l had never
been able to do in public, and see if it
shared anything of the regret which was
consuming my life. Words cannot de-
scribe the JOY of that moment, when at last
dared to WOO you to be my bride a second
time"
There was murmured interchange of
endearing words, and an interva of ST.
lence.
do you remember" said Arthur again,
"the evening in the gay company when we
SO suddenly met eye to eye! What an i'm
pulse felt to revenge myself on the mis-
cradle fop who referred to you with such
bo !d-admiration!"
Annie smiled as she recalled her own
emotions on the occasion, and compared
them with those just now confessed. Then,
forgetting the things that were behind, they
talked hopefully Of what was before. And
waters with only belt Of land fast declin-
ing beyond it, while the new, moon cast
OBJ lique shadows over the deck and behind
the flight of the Golden Petrol, their rich
voices mingled in song whose burden was
of affection which is all unmeasured by
ocean, and which, though suns set and
moons wane, ever increases more and more.
Then amid the encores of their fellow
passengers, their hearts responded Eureka!
we have found it!'
Where west winds bear the Pacific spray
like rainbow clouds, is little Eden home
with the tree of love, zealously guarded,
growing in the midst. Two cherub chill
dren of twin birth toddle forth, hand in
hand, to gather bright flowers that cover the
landscape as robe of costly splendor the
person of some eastern monarch.
cannot ask the reader, Do you find this
pleasant ficton1--for it is no fiction. 1t
is a sketch from real life, which some who
peruse it will surely recognise, and say
"Here are old friends, ,onv with new names.
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