The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-02-09

low the waking Of her dreams. But the
Almighty bchcd with sorrowful eye the
desecration of the lofty and brilliant fab
ric which his own hand had rearcd'upon
her heart, and saw fit in his wisdom to
draw aside the tinsy veil Of artifcc that
shrouded the hidcousness and deform!ty
: of her idol
One evening while the breath Of the
apple blossoms mingled with the warm
air of summer, Ada Howard and her lorer
wandered out in the hush of twilight in
to the old wilderness that hangs in green
drapery for miles and miles over the
banks Of the river. 1t was unwisc-per-
haps unmni'enly-but in our own quiet
little circle we are so home bred so un-
prudish, that the possibility Of incousis.
tcncy or danger in the society Of one on
whom our affections are bestowed, never
! for moment occurs to us. Nature is
our tniismna, and our heart lessons,
though simple they be, arc coined from
the bri yht pages; but if, perchance, the
tyre becomes reversed. and we read du-
! plicity where we look for ingenousness, it
! teaches bitter lesson Of suspicion and
distrus., which in all our after years We
I fnd i. impossible to unlearn. Thank
! heaven, these lessons are very unusual
with US In the center Of this wilder
ness of which have spoken, ojien, very
often belorc--for when my mind has
Saudcred away into the fairy land, it ris-
cs up before NY mcutal vision associated
! tn Il ,y .t,
hood, and the br -Ltrr one of ripenng
/ years, till almost hear the whispering of
its leaves. the bahl:r- of its brooks, and
I've over again in fancy tic harpy,
dreamy existence Of my youth.
Well, as was sayin-, in the center of
this wilderness is a natural arbor, formed
by the interlacin- branches of willow
trees, which has been the repository of
half the pliehcd vows of Sidney, and
there, with the >ilvcry moonbeams play
ing lightly amongst her curs, the per-
tume of the violcts and thorn blossoms
floating around, her small white hand
resting confdinvly in that of her lover,
and beautiful face upturned to his, Ada
I Howard, in the simplicity of her nature,
poured forth the pcnt up feelings of a
gul!clcss heart, spoke Of the hopes and
I intentions of their brilliant future, VIII n
she should have become his wife his in
the sight of God and man: when she
should have won the greatest blessings
heaven gives, the right to share with
him his hours Of happiness. and soothe
|oHeLY ones, which must occa>io ally ap-
pc, tain TO all And he could listen to
her musical voice. trembling with its
rich freight of tenderness, and in the
dark chambcrs Of soul whose tenants
were passion, and srIiiShncss, and vice,
could con over it> Wild plans, and devise
means tor the destruction OF purity and
innocence,
His schemes were deep and subtitle
his address artful and ias,iuating-but
he had rot sufficiently studied the noble
purposes ot a heart like that Of the swcc.
girl who knclt beside him. lie had the
impetuosity of a wild aud ardent temper
anent led him in moment Of forgr;iul-
ness to Insult and wound the purity Of
her spirit. she could have forgiven him,
for sh c possessed strong reasoning pow
ers, and knew that tac passions Q. our
weak and crrlHg natures. II unsu S!urd.
are our greatest enemies: but should She
forgive tn" cold. calculating hypocritc;
the pcrjured I!bcrtluc! Never-ncv.
or.
Slow y, aim st imperceptibly, as dull
shadows sometimes creep over the bosom
OF a pure lake, the knowledge Of the de-
clcver's pertdy wound itself around her
heart; vaguely cautiously was the subtle
passion Of d sensual spirit poured luto
her ears, clothed in imagery SO bright
and glowing. that it required keen eye
to detect the trail of the serpent bcncat
the ticwsry and dangerous sophistry -
For a while she listened trustiucly, for
she iorcd, but when the truth became
too palpablc for even her to doub, the
baseness of his purpose, like fri ghtened
deer she sprang from his arms, and with
heart quiveriug and breaking, fibre af
ter fibre fed to the loneliness of her
chamber, to mourn over the destruction
OF her most cherished visions. All that
night long her footsteps sounded upon
the sanded floor, as she paced up and
down with her hands clasped upon her
bosom. victim to the most ayonizins
thoughts. She could not wcep-the
spirit of despair had caught the pearly
drops and had breathed upon them and
aud left them cold, heavy mass upon
her heart. But relief was at hand. The
Almighty saw and pitied her ail;ction.
opened the gates of Paradise aud sent
forth his winged messengers to release
the Imprisoned soul; so when the night
was gone, aud the beautiful clouds were
gathering In the east, aud the sun came
drow-l'y up from his couch of roses, his
first smile was a greeting to the blessed
angels who were bearing away in triumph
the undyin@ spirit of Ada Howard, the
broken hearted.