Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1860-04-07

the long vista of coming years, sees only
rose-tinted clouds and bright hopes, all
meeting a rich fruition. All woman's
heart, so easily attaches itself, is so dcpcn-
don't and clnging in its nature - ever reach
ing out for some loving heart whcreon
to lean-but I digress. Look well upon
this picture-fx the sweet face of Carrie
Clair upon your heart; for never again
will your eyes rest upon the happy, radi-
ant face of the child bride.
All what fairy spot. Whose beau
tiful home is this we see just outside the
city of W, with the tiny lawn of en-
erald-grecn, and the porch covered with
clambcring vines! 'Tis the home of Car
rie Glare, tue wife of six years. Entering,
we will seat ourselves in a quiet corner
and all unseen, will gaze upon the changes
time has wrought. Arthur Glare is little
changed; yet something is missing from
his eyes, and the white brow wears not the
open, fearless look of yorc; and Carrie
the peerless one, whom he had one to love
him in those halcyon hours of long ago,
what has the passing years brought to her
Has happiness filed her heart and home,
or has the serpent trailed through this
Eden-like home! All, me "The trail
of the serpent is over us ALL So should
we wonder that the blue eyes shelter them.
selves dreamily beneath the snowy lids,
or that the faintest trace of sadness should
lingcr around the beautiful lips, or grove
that the rich glow of her cheek has faded
to the faint tint found among the inner
leaves Of the blush-rosc? | fear me there
is something hidden in thy heart, Carrie
DER which thou hast wcpt and prayed
Everything bctokened comfort-cven ele-
gancc. The traces of woman's sweet fan.
cics linger everywhere. The silkened cur
tains were looped with flowers and from
numerous vases ranged around the room.
stole fourth the sweet perfume of those
sweet messengers of happiness, hearing the
glad tidings 0 er forest and hill, that sum.
mcr is coming to gladden. our hearts. \
handsome piano stood in one corner with
a flute lying upon it, which told Tor should
tcll) tale Of pleasant evenings. Sad that
so deep cloud should loom at times about
the masters brow, or that so deep a sor-
row should be nesting away down in the
depths Of Carries blue eyes.
" Arthur, will you accompany me with
your flute, whilst l sing mothers new
song ?"
" Excuse me, Carrie I do not feel mu-
steal, but will listen to your song"
A low sigh told the wifo's disappointment
at the failure of her innocent plot to chase
the sadness from Arthur's brow. Once
more there is silence in that pleasant par
lor. Then Carrie, rising, seats herself
upon low seat at her husbands feet, and
the bright head is laid upon his kncc.-
uneonsclously his fingers stray among the
soft curls and Carries heart bounds with
joy, as she realizes that some outward
thing has shadowed his brow, that he loves
her still. "Will you not read aloud, Ar
thur? 'Tis such exqusit pleasure to have
you read whilst sew"
" l cannot to night, Carrie, darling
Ohio! You almost ruin me, in spite of
myself. But | am weary, my pet, and
full of unrest. | could not concentrate my
thoughts upon the most brilliant work.
Carrie walked to the window, to hide
the tears that would not be crushed back
and Arthur, rising hastily, said :
Carrie, l must leave you alono again
this evening. Business calls me to the
Office toni ght"
As he spoke, Carries white arms we're
wound about his neck, and her fearful face
pressed against his own.
Why! Carrie, why these tears! /.
shall return by ten o'clock"
Oh, Arthur, don't 90 out tonight, I
beg of you; stay with me this one evening
please do, | will bring your dressing
gown and slippers; and you can rest upon
the sofa, if you do not feel we'll. l will
read to you, or be sui to you-though l
am woman-just as you wish. All, Ar
thur, which shall it be r and the old girl.
ish smile, of rare sweetness, rippled over
the face-even while the lips quiyered
" 1t cannot be to night, darling :" and
pressing passionate kiss upon the plead
ing lips lifted to his, Arthur Glare hurried
from the room Rushing wildly through
the hall, he decended the marble steps;
and as he did SO, struck his forehead with
his Olcnched hands, and in tones of agony
uttered the words