Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-01-13
PLYMOUTH, INDIANA THURSDAY, JANUARY 13, 1859
all agreed that she was very beautiful, very

aii aS ieeu 'nas ohe WAS very oedutilul, very
proud, and very old-hearted.
why said Harry Marks, dashing
young fellow, and somewhat of an oracle
among us. I've known of scores whom
she has Tilted. She thinks nothing Of
breaking heart. Why, there was Char
lie Lee, the best,hearted boy you ever saw,
was only nineteen. She led him on by
smiles and fattery till he was ready to die
for her; and SO ke did, for she rejected him
coldly and cruelty when he offered her his
hand, and it killed him. She has no
heart herself; if she had, I'd try to break
it, and he turned on his heel and left US.
L had heard enough to make me wish
for a sight of this cold and naughty beau
ty had plan in my head which was
to find her heart-I did not doubt her
having one--and then wound it, not break
it, as Harry Marks had said, but punish
her for her many ffirtations.
The next morning Frank was early at
my room. He gave me glowing account
of his call. and told me what sleepless
night lie had passed, thinking of Eleanor
Gray, and ended by saying. %. Bob. you
were never in love, and cannot sympathize
with me now, nor know the agony of hope
and fear in my heart. Oh. Bob! she is so
beautiful' and he bowed his head on his
hands. and sighed. I shonld have thoaght
him really in love, and another victim to
Eleanor Gray's wies, had not seen him
in precisely the same situation several
times before.
AS it was, suppressed yawn. and
said, We'll, Frank, my boy, how shall
see this wonderful damsel?'
"Oh, forgot, here are cards for a little
party at Mrs. Montei,h's this evening. She
is to be there, Eleanor Gray. my peerless
Eleanor! Will you go?' Without wait.
ing for an answer, he rushed from the
room.
Evening came, and l found myself at
Mrs. Monteith's. Now, Tom, don't ask
me to describe Eleanor Gray. l can't do
IT. She was beautiful, beautiful as an an
gel; and before l had conversed with her
ten minutes, was almost ready TO fall at
her feet with her other worshipers. Her
eyes were her chief charm-large, lus-
trous, dark. beautiful orbs, flashing at
times with such dazzling light they ai.nOs.
blinded the gazer. Bat they did not quite
blind me, though at times. when they
flashed look at me, | was forced to turn
my head away, and whisper to myself
Never yield, Bob, you have duty to per-
FORM
Days passed on. Frank G. had Of.
fered his heart and hand to the beauty,
been rejected, procured bottle of lauda
mum, which remained untouched in his
room, and scores of other unfortunate
youths were dying for her, but 1 was still
safe. The brightest glances from her eyes
fell harmless on my stony heart, which re.
fused to be softened, even by the beautiful!
waves Of her dark hair But I soon made
discovery. Eleanor Gray loved me. ]
knew it; never mind how. had found
her heart; should l break it? When en-.
tered room where she was, her eye
would seek mine and brighten as It met
them. When she talked with me, it was
in gentle tone, and l have heard her
voice tremble when she sang for me. and
seen her cheek flush, and her silken lashes
droop when l ,yazed upon her face.
'One evening" glorious. moonligh,
evening" was walking with her down
by the sea. We were talking of soldier,
life, and had been telling her stories o.
the camp, and field, and deeds done in bat.
J tie, and her eye kindled as l talked, and
she cried, How l should love to be a sold
ier's wife, to follow him to battle, and tc
, watch, if even from alar, as he plunges
| into the thickest of TIE fight, and bravely
5 strive for the victory. And if he fall,
could not weep if he fell fighting, face te
the foe, but thank God that had been hi,
wife, and seen him die glorious DEATH
''Oh! you could never endure the hard
} ships of soldiers wife, | said. 'Coult
you travel through the snow and ice. O
, over the hot sand of weary deserts, O
t cross stormy oceans?'
r "Yesl yesp she cried. I could d,
1 all this and more with one, for one love.
i looked down into her eyes. flashin,
D with enthusiasm, and said, in low, earn
t est tone.
: ''With one you love! Will you eve
S love. Eleanor Gray? Does any morta
S live who can obtain that priceless gem
: your love?'
t She dropped her iashes over her eyes
e those beautiful eyes--for moment; then
h looking up. said,
y ssCan vou doubt nv mower of lovipu