Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-10-13

lace was turned toward the open window =
through which the clear moonlight streamed
in, and bathing all in a silvery food Of light
soothed his troubled feelings and hethought
calmly of one who once sat by his side, and
gazed with him on the star-gemmed vault of
heaven.
"0h May, where are you now ? if I but
knew whether you were dead"
He did not hear a light football which trod !
noiselessly over the $ 1T carpet. nor did he
note that a lady stood by his side, till a snowy {
white hand was laid gently on his arm. '
Paul, forgive me | could not help com
ing y burst from the pallid lips Of May. He
looked at her for a moment in astonishment
Could that noble looking lady, arrayed in a
robe Of white satin and costly pearls wound
IN her new braided hair, be little May Del
vile? Forgive you May God knows how
much | thank you" He would have contin
ned, but she raised her finger to enioin silence.
Listen! | have much to say. 4 little
while and she will be here. She must not
know that | am her sister. Start not Paul
tbs true! Once there were but few families
could rank with the Delvilles but fortune
ceased to smile-my father lost the greater
part of his property-it caused his DEATH
my mother soon followed him and my little
sister Ella and | were left aloi.e. She was
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her carriage aud told me Ella was now her
child that my mother had given her to her.
and that | must He~x see her any more, for
~~she-woakld forever afts empothing to me-
She did not tell me her name, neither did she
take any of Elias clothes with her even the
coral necklace with our mothers name on
the golden clasp, she took from her neck and
handed silently to me. But these remnants
were dear treasures to me. and for a long
time after, | would lay them all out and weep
for my little blue-eyed baby sister. | have
never seen her since, till tonight. and then |
dared not speak TO her. She believes Mrs.
Claire was her mother and it would deeply
wound her to know that she was but a poor
dependant orphan Be very kind to her,
Paul she is b1t a frail flower, and soon will
be lost to all but memory. Never think OF
me. | have learned to suffer. | told you
once | would never marry you ill your sis
tiers would be proud of their brother 5 choice
and were you now single, | could still b.
nothing to you. | will tell you why. Ihav,
5 an education, the name of May Lyle, the Au
| thoress, has placed me in the highest circles
? still | have not ueattb and for this one cans
they spoke of me tonight in language whic'
! | would not repeat to their brother. Col
shall yet be mine. I will at least be thei
equal in that respect. Tomorrow [ will leav
$ here again. Farewell, Paul do not reve;
+ my true name; but when you hear of colo
r naughty May Lyle, remember what has mad
t. her so, and think kindly ever of May Lyl
Delville."
q She dared not wait for his reply, nor sta
to hear his farewell words but she heard h
deep groans as he sank back on the velv'
e couch, and burying his face in his hands WEI
u aloud. But he must be calm; this sorro
~ foo must ho bor1o -, c;1oooo. aDA Ub,oo tGf
e. returned they foundhim still living where thu
e. left him, though to their inquiries he won
IT. answer-"My head does not ache so much
y. But his heart-ah! every fibre of that W
. aching terribly.
at paul, do not always look so sad" sa
Mrs. Augusta Danfortho one day to her brot
- er. For three years you have been a W
over, and yet during all this time a lady h
ld scarcely won smile from you, and then or
er when you were by chance thrown in tn
ii. society" by the way, do you renemt
ed little May Delville p (she we'll knew he {
and thus she sought to attract his attention
- Il have a lady friend who much resemb
- her, except that she is much more handsou
w She is a wealthy Authoress, Just return
from Europe. Oh! how | wish you co,
en- see her! In our brilliant soirees she is
les cynosure Of all eyes; to see her in fact is
lore her. But there she goes now. Lo
quick, Paul. Such a horse-and how
manages him! Is she not a superb creatur
Would you be proud Of her for a sist
til, Augusta ~
Indeed | should. But why do you as
Would you have me tell her so {"
Il would
=, Surely, Pan, you are joking; but I ,
ltl ~ - No. A.. --A -. --
you succeed" and the gay lady left the 70
~ to prepare for morning calls.
left
,uld ooh what a bright, beautiful day.
her the single shadow of a cloud dims the Ct
unit blue sky its sunshine everywhere.
ret. day is my wedding day, and oh! | am
best happy" said a fair lady to herself, as
rop- stood looking out from within the deep re-
ned of a window and her lovely features v
for lit with aradiantjoy the bright sunlight CO
of not equal.
was CA calm after a Storm you know, dea
her May, and we are happy now said a ger
face man who had entered unperceiyed and h'
.yle her words. Augusta had told her friend,
success had crowned the efforts of Paul S
ever ers when he wooed the gifted Authoress-
the courted heiresS-clarning Mis- Lyle =
to to him she was the same loving May Del
out of early years.
r to "'rhere is a silver lining to the dar
pro- cloud | have truly found, Paul" she
Ord. to him after they were married, thou
that did not once think so, for | may thank
here sisters for making me the woman | am.
she it not been for hem, | should have been
nd to tent to have lived on in ignorance, and
e felt haps have spenta life of but little use to
again sell or others"
those Were the naughty sisters atoning for
she neglect when they lavished so many car
II K on their pet May" their beautiful &C
close plished sister Be that as it may, they
too evidently forgiven her for having once
if for poor, and truly loved her as they gazed
luced pride on their brothers wife.
Au- Theirs was a happy union, a peaceful
st cir Each had learned in reparation to ssufe
liant be strong and at last 1.-The weary we
wife, rest"
:, and
Female Devotion.
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