St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1859-11-10
ORIGIN.ALTALE
Ia Written For T be 81 Cloud Democrat.
GERTRUn u CLINTON;
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THE sAcRAFlCE E OF A. MOTHERS
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MRS. s. G. SHAW.
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"Who is that girl with those bright
flashing eyes2 that sparkling brunette,
whose color comes and goes With every
thought? I.ooulds swear she was Bohe-
mian-so; 50; dark, 50 brilliant, and yet 80
thoughtful" exclaimed Henry Moreton
to his companion, Is they sauntered lies
urly through the crowded rooms Of Mrs.
Ellis, On the evening other frat purity.
."Why, Henry, can it be possible you
have been o month in D., and not
yet met with Ger:rude Clinton? Our wit,
our charmer, and our poetess? Come,
then, and sue for her pardon for SO long,
so unusual = delay" and Edward Fenno
hurried his companion forward to the
little circle Of which Gertrude was the
centre. As they approached, and the eye
Of the fair girl met the admiring gaze Of
the young stranger, the rich blood leaped
to her fair brow fer moment, and her
dark eyes seemed strangely brilliant. The
usual compliments Of the evening passed,
a few moments conversation, and they
were no longer strangers peculiar SYM
pathy seemed theirs-the sympathy of
thought, the similarity Of genius. And
as Edward Fenno LETT them, he could but
exclaim !" how very like they are"
A merry evening passed at Mn. E 3.
And Gertrude thought time had never
flown 50 swiftly, nor never was there any
enc. half - Interesting .s-hernew friend ):
and whispered she to Emily while on
their way home i: II 's:-7>''
He in to stop in town year, dear
Emily, is no: that delightful We shall
have at least one who can appreciate much
that is beautiful in our lovely village"
And As that year arose before the young
girls vision, how full was it: Of hope and
happiness IS"
And as Henry Moreton sought his
couch that night, new strange emotion
seemed to pervade his spirits-a form and
face were before his vision, and rich, deep
tones and;words Of thought seemed ring
ing in his ears. At lengthmorning dawn
ed, and the fine Vision left him not but
seemed floating constantly before him.
"And yet she is not beautiful. Oh,
no! but 50 gifted! I could love her soul
were she ugly as Colipse" murmered he,
as for the fortieth time, he essayed to light
his cigar-the companion Of his solitude.
Days passed, and he strove to Danish
her image from his heart, for what had he
to do with love with such ~ her? He,
the son Of = proud Carolinian planter,
reared in the sunny south, in the lap of
luxury and ease; and she = simple country
m.iden-unsophisticated and untaught in
the way, Of that world which he had been
taught to worship. Too noble 70 tz;Ae
with her, he resolved to think no more Of
her, but asain they met. :,-.2'...~t -
It was soft devy eve. He had stolen
from his room and sought . quiet path
where he might wander undisturbed- -
where he might for = time escape the din
Of business and hold communion with his
own thoughts. He followed the course Of
laughing brook until it wound its way
around rugged hill, whose rough rude
oaks seemed be.ding over the stream like
: careful mother over tho cradle Of ker
s1anbering child; the full round moon
seemed laughing: through. the trees and
eoqastting:with the br;ghtsw.t below.
'"" Beautiful! ., Beautiful I" exclaimed
Henry, ~ he paused on the rustic bridge
and lifted his hat from his brow, ~ if ii
were proclamation to remain covered in 4
plaeeo 20 flied With beauty. a'&1:5 8. 3z@n
I,.S,'' H." Please let me pa.s, sir r and IN .
moment Gertrude Clinton glided BY him.
oneashaee from her eyer, .efalgent With
the light Of thought, : simple g Thank
You " md she vas gone. No, not gone!
for hsr home was henecfoeth ii his heart
and indelliby was her image there enera,
fvsn He loved-yes, ,4 that Iglanes. had
|aNakened emotions b. daemaod wars slum.