The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-03-17

"You are wife, Annie was the
cold reply,
"Ycs,' she said bitterly, "a wife,
and God pity me-"
"You made your own fate, Annie,
nay, the world says you sought it;y you
gladly bartered yourself for gold; you
would not listen to the voice of true
love that dwelt in your heart, you
trampled on your holiest affections,
and
II am miserable" she said, looking
up at him sadly. 20, the bitterness
og being the wife Of one you dcspise,'
she ceased suddenly, the light muslin
that draped the arched doorway was
moved aside, and gentleman entered.
"Come, Annie" he said, "thc car
riagc awaits you.'
MY husband" she murmurcd in y
low voice. Charles Lawrence bowed
and smiled. He glanced at Annie
Maurie, she was busiIy engaged in
cIasping and uncIasping her diamond
bracelet. She arose hastily and stood
beside of her husband. What IA pic
ture, half sunshine, half shade ! The
one figure plain to excess, bearing all
the marks of approaching age, awk.
ward, unsightly; the other radiant as
the sunlight with youthful beauty;
graceful as the lawn. charming in the
joyousness of early girLood. Revol-
ting picturcl husband and wife,
Where was the love that makes sa-
cred that union-whcre the sympathy
that renders it cndurablc-wherc the
congeniaIity Of are, of tastes, OF pur>
suitsl Where found the music OF
that young heart an echo! Not in the
old mans surely. Type of worldly
marriage, there they stood; youth link
cd to age with golden yet calling
tcttcrS.
In the Dusscldorph gallery there is
a painting by lIlldcbrant Of Othello
and Dcsicmona. The painter has
represented Othelio as negro, black
as ebony, and rcpusiye in the extreme.
Upon this Ethiopian gazcS the refined
and lovely Dcsdcmona, her eyes filled
with the light Of admiring love. A.
work Of art this painting has been
pronounced exquisite, we nevertheless
turn away from it with feelings OF
unmitgated disgust The reason is
obvious. 1t was with such feelings
as these that Charles Lawrence turn.
ed away from the picture before him
As he saw the look of ill.conccaled
disgust with which Annie Mauric
took her husbands arm, he felt that
her miserable present fully avengedhi,
wrctchcd past. "Go," he murmurcd
"bc clear Of that day. when in youl
girlish fondness you let me sever this
golden trcsS, as u talisman to krPI
love pure and true" and he twincc
around his finger a long cleaning
curl. a mournlul smile passed Owe
his racc--he gazcd at the glitterin.
treasure, then advanced slowly to th'
glowing CRATE. Before it he stood ir
rcSolutc; the past was upon him will
: Il power he could not throw olf-tha
past with its love, its joy, its despair
How he had loved her, the starligh
of his boyhood,' and, oh! wretchc'
knowledge, fraught with bitterness
and shame, how he loved her still
/ He carefully re.wrappcd the curl ii
its silkcn paper, and, opening hi
pocket book, replaced it with sigh
, 1t is all have left of her. he sighed
'hencelorth, let my LIES battle be t.
forget that have ever loved Cow
ardly beginning to the weary conflict
dastardly half yielding to the power
full enemy! Why does he not crusI
every memorial Of the past, wipe ou
loves name from the tablets OF hi
f heart, and flee from the presence o
the beloved onel Because huma
I passion is strong and human resolu
, ton weak. Already we hear tn
| muttcrings of the coming Storm
/ Hearts are young and passionate
p temptation strong and powerful, an
no God is called upon out of tl
. depths to succor and TO save. Hea'
=. en- help them! without religion, wit
weak principles, they must sink an
!. perish in the rushing waves.
). The night was serene and lovel
j. the moon noated calmly in the hea
?. ems, silvering the earth with prod
! gality Of light. No sound broke Il
! deep stiffness, not even the rustling
:, leaf stirred the quiet air. Ann
!, Maurie paced the balcony with unqu
IS ct steps. She felt restless, the moo
d light saddcned her, the deep sllenC
is oppressed her. She was compassion
al aln