Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1859-09-16

TLAND, FRIDAY MORNING
ing crowd. broken BY the deep marmurs
Of applause ut the conclusion Of every
Song, alono told my triumph
From that time ny fame was, estab-
lished in the musical world / sang 10
every town and city within three hun
arod miles Of ny former home, winning
fresh laurels everywhere, while every
Zip and tongue echoed the praise Of Ga
brclle, the queen Of song, {for thus they
styled me, as / would not suffer my spot
less name, the name my husband SOLVED
and rcyered, to become the theme Of COS
tsip among the gay world Everywhere
| moved, an admitting train followed in
kmystrail, seeking to learn the birth and
history of the new star, which had SO
suddenly risen ii the world Of song =
4 Costly gifts, rare boqaets, and gilded
billet Rou.e, brcatlling passionate words
| Of love and adoratian. found their way
to my boudoir; but all were powerless
alike to move my heart, for its secret
portals were guarded by a holy talisman,
even Gay Lawrcncc's priceless love.
The star Of my destiny had risen high
liz the cloua'ess heavens. Fame's cir
cling ilneuFs h.i woven a glittcring
eorpnes ta tN me around rs brow. The
goalof NY slbitifn waswon I'or this
ses4 eisep my peaee IF soul, for ihis /
| had battered tlie holes. hQoa 81 No-
inan's liio irthe still night @gtales
DER weary leagues aid tracklcss waiets,
| my spirit criee 81 u hnierueRs ter its
carly love, butthc memagy voices lrought
back one only knocking echo, le% ps{
Five years had flown since my eraei
idcscftion, but in their light had brought
no tidings Of the iorsalScn one. bad
performed my rounds in ccaseless circles.
like the charmed bird, gradually nearing
the home-nest, till | was to sing that
might within ten miles Of my former re-
/ sidenco. I sat in the twilight Of the
early June time, musng on the strange
excnts Of my past life; while tide Of
varied recollections flooded my soul at
the thought Of being so near the object
i of my former love. a withcrcd rose
fell from the volume | held in my hand
and lay troubling IN the sunshine 1T my
i feet. At the sight of that cherished
keepsake Observation-Disclosures awoke
anew to life which / had hoped forever
buried with the rcturnless past---rcmeln
ORANGES Of tho sweet babe sleeping be-
meath the willows--of him whom | had
promised, before God and the angels, to
love through all coming time and be-
meath their softening touch, she, the
4 naughty, world-renowned singer weptin
very huInblencss and shame, and nthat
! hour of sorrow and contrition would
have given worlds could have felt his
kiss Of forgiveness on my lips, his hand
/ in blessing on my head. A strange
fancy seized me that night, and guided
/ by its impulse, l pushed aside the gilt
toring pile Of costly robes and arraycd
my form in a simple dress Of spotless
white, twined one white rosebud amid
the folds Of my midnigLs hair; and but
for ycarning, weary ook round the
curying lip, the face and form which
surveyed III the mirror, we're but little
changed from that fearful night Of years
agone,
+ A fcverish excitement lent new
charm to my. tongue, and had never
sung with greater brilliancy than on that
4 cyentful evening A mysterious pros
encc seemed ever near me, and my
glanecs constantly wandered over the
vast crowd Of spectators, as II seeking
A some familiar face had reached the
/ concluding piece; twas q fayorite song
Of my husbands, and its sweet strains
4 gushed forth with strange power and
earncstness, when, as my glance wan
4 dered again ID its accustomed round, II
met the gaze of searching eye, and
seemed riyitcdto the spot; that noble
form, thatlofty brow and wreath Of gold
4 brown locks, | could not he deceived,
4 It was he, he my long lost husband. a
4 strange. shuddofing sensation crapt
I round my heart, the last note filtered on
MY tongue like a dying wall; lights,
spectators, all fed from my vision.
4 | awokc to consciousness In my own
apartments, with crowd Of anxious
spectators Don't over me; but, refusing
all comfort and sympathy, wildly en-
treated to be left alone. Alone With my
thoughts, the events Of the past evening
rushed to my mind, and knew the
scene ] had witnessed had been no idle
dream, but a living reality. A voice
! from tie secret depths Of my own heart
4 pleaded return; voice from tho willow
grave and Eden homo whispered "conlc, :"
and | obcyed The call. Wayworn and
weary with a fearful presentinent Of
evil pressing my heart, at nightfall /
fastened up The gravel walk that led to
+ my husbands splendid mansion, the air
Of silence and dcsolation which relgncd
I without, but strengthening my fears
4 iIurrying past groups Of affrightcd scr
wants, who gazed upon me rs some spec
tfc from the dead, up the broad staircase
my feet flew rather than went my heart
told me where, pausug not til Z reached
the door Of my husbands apartment.
Noisclessly 1 entered the darkencd room.
"A ray Of light from alialfcloscd shutter
revealed to me PROSTATE form beneath
the snowy coyorlct, Itwas MY husband
i bent above the paid face. sllowcrod
Wild kisses on lip and brow, and fondly'
called the cDdcaring name, but no an
sworing caress met mine, no look Of re-
cognition answered my jnploring gaze
Q, my heart was well nigh breallinq
then, and knccling by his bedside, ]