True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-12-22

o'oh vi OF0ly sung, aIVH0 NOlu III GTluHpu'
From that timeHy fame was establish
din the musical world. sang in every
town and city within three hundred miles
from my former home, winning fresh lau,
rels everywhere, while every lip and
tongue echoed the praise. of Gabrielle,
the queen Of song, (or thus they had
styled me, as | would not suffer my
spotless name, The name Of my husband
soloved and reYered, TO become the theme
for gossip among the gay world. Every
where | moved, an admiring train follow,
ed in my trail, seeking TO learn the birth
and history Of the new star, which had SO
suddenly arisen in the world of song. g.-
Costly gifts, rare boquels and gllded bill.
let dour, breathing passionate words OF
love and alteration, found their way to
my boudoir /; but all were powerless alike
10 move my heart, for its secret portals
were guarded BY a holy taIismun, e'en
Gay Laurence's priceless love. p .a.r
The star of my destiny had risen high
in the cloudless heavens. Fame's serpent
fingers had woven glit,ering coronet, to
twine around my brow. The goal of my
ambition was won. For this had given
my peace Of soul, for this / had bartered
the hottest boon Of woman's life. In the
still night watches, DER weary leagues
and trackless wastes, my spirit cried out
in bitterness for its early love, but the
memory-voices brought back one only
mocking echo, lost, lost. q. .,prng!.n
Five years had flown since my cruel
desertion, but in their flight had brought
no tid'ngs of the lorsaken one. I had
performed my rounds in ceaseless circles,
like the charmed bird, gradually nearing
the home-nest, till l was to sing thai
night within ten miles of my former resi-.
dence. sat in the twiligh, Of early June
time, musing on the strange events oI
my past life, when tide of varied recol
lections flooded my soul at the thought oI
being so near the object Of my former love
A wilhered rose fell from the volume
held in my hand, and lay trembling in
the sunshine at my feet. At the sight O
that cherished keepsake. thousand ten
der remambrances awoke anew to life
which | had hoped forever buried witt
the returnless Observation-Disclosures Of the
sweet babe, sleeping beneath the willows
OF him, whom had promised before Got
and the angels, to love through all coming
time; and beneath their softning touch
she, the naughty, world renowned singer
wept in humbIeness and shame, and ir
that hour Of sorrow and contrition woult
have given worlds could | have felt hi!
kiss of forgiveness on my lips, his hant
in blessing on my head. A strange fancy
seized me that night, and guided by it.
impulse, pushed aside the glittering pill
Of costly robes, and arrayed myself in
simple dress Of spotless white, twined on,
rose bud mid the folds of my midnigh
hair and but for yearning, weary lool
round the eurvihg lip, the face and form
which l surveyed in the mirror, were bu
lille changed from tha. fearful night o
years agone. Afeverish excitement len
a new charm to my tongue, and | hat
never sung with greater brilIiancy thar
on that eventfdl evening. A mysterious
presence seemed ever near me, and my
glance constantly wandered over the crowt
of spectators, as If seeking some familia
face. l had reached the concluding piece
twas a favorite song Of my husband S
and its sweet strains gushed forth with
strange power and earnestness, when, a
my glance wandered again its accustome,
round, it met the gaze OF searching eye
and seemed rivited TO the spot; that no
BILE form, that lofty brow and wealth o
| gold brown locks; | could not be deceived
1t was he, my long lost husband. A
strange, shuddering sensation crept rount
my heart; the last note falteted on my
tongue like dying wall; ighis, specta
tors, all fled from my vision. ""'.7a'
awoke 10 consciousness in my owl
apartments, with crowd of anxious face
bent above me ; but refusing all cemlor
and sympathy | wildly entreated to b.
left alone. Alone with my thoughts th'
events of the past evening rushed across
my mind, and | knew the scene I hat
witnessed had been no idle dream, but
living reality. "A voice from the secre
depths Of my own heart pleaded a return
avoice from the willow grave and EdeI
home whispered "come," and l obeyet
the call. hdWay!worn and weary with /
fearful presenliment of evil pressing a
my heart, at nightfall fastened up thc
! gravel walk that led To- my husband,
splendid mansion, the air Of silence anc
desolation which reigned Without bu
strengthened my fearsl Hurrying pas
groups Of afrighied servants, who gszet
upon me as some spectre from the dead
up the broad staircase my feet flew rathel
than went, my heart told me where, paus
| ing no, till ! reached the door of my hus.
bands apartment. Noiselessly | entered
the darkened room. A ray of light from
a hall closed shutter revealed to me q
PROSTATE form beneath the snowy cover
let. Il was my husband. | bent above
| the paid face, showered wild kisses on
lip and brow, and fondly called. the en-
dearing name, but no answering CaresG
met mine, no look Of recognition answer.