The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1860-04-19

to its moonlight solitude.
The widow Sunderland dwelled or
the banks of the river Witham, and
the path the sisters had taken led fol
some time along the picturesque mead
ows that sloped to the very water.
edge. As they pursued their way, an
opening amid the trees discovered the
beautiful window in Lincoln cathedral
at once the pride and boas: of thai
venerable city; the beams of the
moon were full upon it, and its varied
panes glittered like many-tinted silver
in this placid yet whitening light
"How beautiful" exclaimed Rose
Margaret sighed. "Is it not beauti
ful?" interrogated the gay-hearted girl
eyes, Rose; but methinks l more ad
tnire these lofty towers, standing ou,
against the clear night-sky; and look
ing, not like relics, but giants of the
olden days. We have no right to up
braid in this instance for he,
-'gentlest among the thralls
Of Destiny, upon whose wounds hath laid
His lenient torches, soft as light that falls,
From the wan moon, upon the towers and walls,
Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade.
Time and man loved those glorious
towers; and / love them better than
the moon-tinted window; for, see
Rose, cloud has yelled her brightness
and-and now my towers are as prom
inent as ever, while your window is OBJ.
scured."
"You would draw a moral from that,
my wise sister,"
1t would be quaint; and, / fear,''
replied Margaret, San old song to, per-
haps, not new tune; signifying, that
much that is excellent and beautiful is
lost, not having the advantage of good
light
"Sister, l forgot to tell you that !
met Lady Louisa Calcraft this morn
ing at the library, and she took no no.
tice of me. / am sure she knew me,
for she said something to gentleman
who was with her, and I distinguished
the words dead father and ruined for.
tunes.'"
"The ban is upon you, and upon us
all, Rose," replied Margaret, turning
her pale but beautiful countenante to-
ward her sister-"The ban
-Of buried hopes,
And prospects faded
| Would to God that were all that any
sacrifice on my part could pay the
debts my poor father, in his honest, but
wild, speculations incurred; and then
| could return the naughty stare ot
those who worshipped, it appears, moi
us, but our prosperity, and now scorr
the daughters of a ruined house. Cal
crafts in Lincoln but they are every,
where. l could i'll have borne scorn
ful look from one of them"
"They are friends of Ernest Heath
wood-are they not %
A deep and glowing crimson, which
lukily the obscurity of the night-pre
served from observation, mantled the
cheeks of Margaret Sunderland, while
she replied
eyes, believe so; but, dear Rose
you might have spared me the mention
of his name" T gisaGslIlt|
"You will be more angry with me
when you know that this morning
also saw Ernest, and he requested
prevailed on me to- dH
"To whats"
ssTo take letter to you" I'D
And again the tell-tale blood rushed
to the maiden's face, and as quick,
receded, leaving her fine features pal'
and rigid as chiseled alabaster. 1t wal
long ere che recovered herself sufli
ciently to form any determin alton
much less arrange her words for utter
ance but the only manifestation o
displeasure she eyinced toward hel
thoughtless sister, was by withdrawing
her arm and walking resolutely forward
unaided and alone. oa. s.s
Enough has been, doubtless, gath
cred from this conversation, to show
that Margaret and Rose were tn,
daughters of a ruined merchant-o
one, indeed, who had been princ
yesterday, and a 'beggar to-day-o
one whose argosies had gone forth, bu
returned no more-whose name on
year would have guaranteed millions
yet who died the next, wanting shi
ling. Maurice Sunderland had cheer
fully surrendered all to his creditor.
vet that all was insufficient to satisf
the claims made, and justly made, upo
him. House, plate, jewels, servants
had all been sacrificed. Not vestig
of their former prosperity fingered
and they who had revelcd in superfu
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