Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-04-08

;, should have made her weep-her fo
n whom would gladly offer up my heart
!, best blood. oh, Amelin." The las
: word was spoken aloud, and bending for
: ward to catch her responce, his eye me
e hers, and his hearts pulses stilled, silenc
e ed by the high look of scorn, resting upor
S him. The queenly form was drawn to it
g full height, and pride and hautiness sa
! in every lineament, yet still leaning upor
/ his arm, she turned and entered in tC
/ graceful converse with a gentleman who
had just advanced to her side.
. "Ah no, she has not forgotten, and ]
am undone." f#.r
He soon after waited upon her to hel
carriage, and bidding her good night hur.
: ried to his cheerless home. After sleep
/ less night, he sought her presence, at her
) temporary abiding place, and was well
! coined with the same courtesy, extended
} to other visitors, who continued to call
and depart, thus giving him no opportuni-
ty, (could he have summoned courage to
embrace one,) to speak on the subject of
such engrossing interest to him.
Again and again he called, but ever
with the same result. And Amelin, did
she not suffer during this time of bitter
trial? All yes, in each hour of solitude,
did that fierce battle rage between love
and pride, and long and deadly was the
strife but in each conflict, did love retire,
not vanquished, only driven back, yet ever
gaining new sthength for the coming
onset.
Wrought upon, almost to frenzy, by his
repeated failures. Randolph at last re-
solved to lay siege to the parlors of his
idol, in hopes that during the entire day
he might be able to seize upon one unoc-
cuped moment. And his watching was
rewarded, for, at the witching hour of
twilight they were alone. Then and there,
in tones subdued and smothered by emo
ton, he told her all, confessing, lament
ing, imploring; but all to no porpose
ever came the steady REFUSAL the unshaken
resolve. "No cannot, ,oW not" Pride
spoke out in the last sentence, and Ran
dolph is gone. In the calmness of des7
pair, she turns her thoughts out from her
self, and in her devotion to others joys,
and others woes, none marx that her own
soul is in mourning weeds, that the lurid,
binding glare, which had lately fallen
upon her pathway, had now gone out,
and left her cropping in midnight dark
ness. Gladly would she have fed the gay
city, and in the quiet Of her country
home, have found the peace of mind i'm
possible here, where she was continually
, meeting him, if not in person, at least in
: character and fame but this could not be-
for in expressing her desire to return
home, she must explain, and at this idea
her whole mind reyolted. SO on she went
mingling in the gay throng, everywhere
admired and sought, ever the same placid
majestic, self-reliant woman, out,oard(y,-
tnuardy, the trembling, heart sick, pant,
ng maiden.
Once again she finds herself in the
= festive hall, again she is leaning upon the
arm of Fenelon Randolph, and passively
yielding to his guidance, they have step
ped out into the balcony, now flooded with
the lambent light of the full or bred moon
e ooh Amelin, must stand thus idly
by, and see my lifetime happiness slip
ping away, never putting forth a hand tc
stay it? Must be silent and feel the
worm of despair gnawing at my hear
t strings, and never once cry aloud for help
e Oh Amelin, my wife"
t What more could she wish; the proud
man was humbled, and at her feet, The
tower of strength was in the dust before
d her, conquered and crying for mercy ye
coldly she responds.
r "Name it not, Fenelon Randolph /
Time was, you. well know, when min
, would have been the hand to guide tn,
= stream of happiness along your pathway
mine the voice to soothe your sorrow, ant
swell with you the song of praise, but tina
time is long past, and you know, too, b.
y whose will came that black cloud darken
ing my young life. No, no, Fcnelor
u Randolph, ask it not, the waters of sorrow
5 have too long overaowed my soul, the!
g have left no green spot in all that vas
> waste" And then, as if regretting tn
soltened strain into which she had beel
II betrayed, she sternly bade him hence
y "Leave me, false hearted man, nor seek t
+ blot out the existence you have alread
o blighted," q" Alas, too truly has the rose
A. 4. Al a.