Brookville American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1858-1861, 1858-03-12

Lily; for when get to be man, !
intend to call you my wife," he whisp-
cred.
Then the little girl grew shy. The
flush came 10 her cheek also, ard spring
| ing from his embrace, the echo of her
light, feet footstep soon died away as
she returned TO the school-house. He
thought of this as he stood thcre, and
Of the joyous times they had spent to-
gether, till Lily was fifteen. Then there
came to her home that fascinating artist,
with his burning, beautiful eyes, and
Lily changed. And he seldom wander
ed with her any more over the hills and
valleys of her home, for the handsome
stranger ever fingered by her side.
How beautiful she was Her eyes
were ever radiant with the love-light,
and her voice was sweet and tremulous,
as she sung, not for him, but for Julian
Vernon. Memory went back to that
evening when be met her alone, in the
old woods for the last time.
ally, Lily" he had pleaded, "do not
leave me | Icannot give you up"
Her hands were full Of flowers she
had gathered there. and her dark eyes
were bright but tho flowers dropped
to the ground, and her eyes grew misty
with tears.
"You will soon forget me, Marx, and
find one more worthy 10 journey by
your side / love Julian Icannot help
it."
She laid her soft hand on his brow,
and pressed her lips to his cheek in sis
tcrly tenderness.
"Forgiyc me. Mark, forgive me, If ]
cause you pain;" and her white dress
fluttercd down the hillside to her val
Icy-home.
"It il all over now" murmured Mar
Gus. nShe 10 lost 20 lme tit We meet up
yonder"
There was holy. calmncss on that
young face, aspiritual CLEAN in the blue
eyes. as they turned toward the starry
sky.
lie remembered his fathers words to
him in dying hour.
"You will be minister, my boy
You will GIL my place whom | am gone. "
And when Marcus Hydra went out
from beneath the shadow Of tho tree,
to struggle with the world alone his
brow, though pale, was tranquil; but
glorioas resolves futtered in his heart,
and high thoughts found a home there
Three years passed away, bc'iring on
their swift pinions many changes. But
the wreath of love rested on the sweet
brow Of Lily Vernon, for il was still
care free, and her merry laugh rang in
her beautiful home, rs il did of old in
the valley Of Highland. ThAreisamisty
light in the lady dark eyes, dreamy
thoughtful shadow on her brow, as she
half vclines on the low window. sill,
this night three years from her bridal
eve.
Lily's heart is with the past, and the
old time memories are crowding thickly
around her. She remembers that but
u few months of her welded life had
passed away, when the dcathless ener-
~ Of her spirit was aroused BY some
infidel remarks of her husband, spoken
in her presence. Then a wild, sad mu-
sic swept through her soul, and such a
deep weight of sorrow had quivcred in
her heart. But, in the impulsive earn
cstness OF her young life, she rose up,
and whispered to herself, "The motive
Of my life shall henceforth be pure and
holy; for its one great dream will be to
save him, 70 awaken him from this
strange, unhappy delusion." IL was u
hard struggle and Lily's loving heart
would sometimes grow heavy, as she
would attempt to eradicate the deep and
baneful prejudices, from her husbands
mind
That young head would sometimes
bow in anguish, and the tears gush from
her eyes, as the thought OF that gifted
mind, so poisoned by infdelity, its no.
blest and best powers fettered by this
unholy chain. But she found no rest
till the light Of immortal hope beamed
in the dark eyes she loved so well, and
that naughty spirit bowed in humble
submission to its God
And hast thou, o fond wife, a husband
loved, but whose life is not in accor.
dance with the teachings of the lowly
Nazarene? And dost thou ever think
of the great eternity of bliss or woo
that is In store for the darling one !? =
And when gazing into the eyes of love
the eyes that are so beautiful TO thee il
life, dost ever dream that in those eyes
one day, may beam the light of immor
tality? And when thy loving hanc
sweeps back tho Sark hair from tn,
broad, white brow, dost ever dream
that on that brow may rest the imag,
of the Redeemer-the crown of eterna
life?
1t may bo thus. But all his saliva
T tion may rest much in thy own lowl,
heart and meek and quiet spirit. Anl
would il not be sweet TO 60 hand il
) hand, each heart in possession of tn
} great gift Of love divine would II no