The new era., 1860-08-09

q I" And with this happy, hopeful conclus
ion, she allowed her fire TO go down
: covered up the embers, and deserted
the parlor. Slowly rolled away the fol
: lowing six days, and the night of tn.
seventh found Margaret dreaming agair
1 by the parlor fire. Imagine her there
my readers. all you who have waited
even not in vain, for lovers, and all, in
deed, who have loved! Imagine her dis
appointment, as again the clock strucl,
the hour of nine, and John appeared not
Again her kind heart began to make
excuses for him. Perhaps he was sick,
or his mother not well; something at
least, had detained him, which he would
explain when he should come the next
Sunday. But, ah! he never came
Poor Margaret suffered deeply; but she
hid her sorrows with her consuming
love
A year elapsed, nor had she once
seen him Margaret had begun to think
she must have misunderstood him She
wished, every day that she knew how
to solve the mystery. So she gave to
my father, one day, for him to forward
to John, the indentica dictionary
among the leaves of which was small
note, which she had ventured to address
him No one but herself was acquain-
ted with its contents. My father coldly
handed him the book Without ques-
ton, or comment, John commenced talk
ing upon politics with his "brother Dem
ocrat" r" Aunt Margaret had fully ex-
pected reply to that note, but she new
er received oac. ~ G 1s -4.
GLOW mysterious 2 thought She
CHE loves no one else, and wholly ex-
cludes himself from society. l must
have grievously offended him in some
manner" and then she would recall for
the hundredth time all the little incidents
connected with their acquaintance, but
without being wiser than before. That
year, John Tracy, who was candidate
for the Legis Iature, lost his election, ,and
all because my father and three uncles
refused to vote for him N't aem
Years rolled away-and aunt Marga-
ret married-married one Of whom I
never knew much, but Of whom mother
often spoke as being unworthy of SO good
q wife. She did not live long afterward
She bore into her new home remem-
brance of that blighted love, the bitter
ness Of which time or change could not
assuage The canker-worm preyed
upon her heart-the rosebloom glowed |
upon her cheek My mother remained |
with her much the summer that she died |
for she was her favor.te sister, we'll
beloved, and by her well understood and
iass5 gaf ldi~5 vor
1t was an afternoon in August that
she died such an one as we all have seen
and admired; little rejecting that with
its glorious brilliancy faded out, too, the
more glorious beauty of life from frail
but lovely tenements of dust. Mother
sat by the bedside, watching the scarce
Iy perceptible breathing Of her who
was fast passing away 'il
Her husband had gone out for a few
hours on pressing business. Suddenly
a horseman rode up and dismounted in
full view ofthe window Of the sick-room
Mother Immediately recognized John
Tracy, and, quickly glancing at her sis-
ter's face, saw by the instant recogni- ?
lion and the succeeding flush that bath
ed the brow ofthe invalid, how deep and
abiding was that hearts early love. 3s, I
"a 1hquiring for Margaret, Mr. . John
Tracy was conducted to her, room.
With noiseless and measured step he |
approached the couch Of the dying. He
met the mild eyes. becoming radiant as
i were with the new glory they were so
soon to behold-and, without speaking,
gazed into them sadly and solemnly.-
Then he took gently, even more gentle
Than of old. the thin hand that was whit
ening for the darksome grave, that
should wipe away no more tears from
her now paling cheek, and with quiver-lE,
ing lip he excIaimed:- lo idaiI sdi I'd
9 Margaret, sole love Of my dreams
and ofmyflife ! Pardon me for this in 4
.rusion at this holy, this solemn hour r.
but ! wished to see your face and hear
your voice once more before the dust \
should come between thee and me. Tell L