The Van Buren press., 1861-05-22

nize him, for she smiled family, and made
a feeble effort to kiss her hand, salute she
had never failed to give him since their frs.
meeting but the little hand dropped ner-
vousiy to her side, and she turned her eyes
pieaoingly towards Beatrice, who knelt
down ana made a resting place for the little
head on her own bosom. The brown eyes
turned with smile of perfect love, first on
Boyston and then on the glorious face of
Beatrice: Then they closed and little
Adele was numbered with the angels.
She was buried in the garden with little
cross of purest marble at her head and Ill
lies at her !eet
X,
Three days after the little form was laid
to rest, Lord Clare stood in the parlor wait
ing for, yet dreading TO see Beatrice, bot
when she cn me, her fasr was caisr OF han 4
had been Tor years. He saw, at once, tha,
the veil had fallen.
You are very kind said she, taking
his hand. al need comfort, for she was all
| had" She bowed her slender form oyei
the mantle, and for the first time sobbed
am alone, like YOURSELF" said .Roys-
ton "let US abide together. l have nc
father or mother, no brother no. sister
you shall be all-come to me, my dar-
ling
But Beatrice eluded his outstretched arms
land stood with folded arms and rigid face
' But l have father, Royston Did
you ever hear of Duro Hall, and the outtast
daughter of its proud lord 90
Royston shuddered he had heard III.
story, long ago, of sin, sorrow and terribl,
retribution. lie had seen the gray walls O
the old time honored mansion falling tt
decay. lie had seen the old Lords proud
unbending, but sorro v stricken face. And
he had heard curses breathed against the
child who had forgotten her honor, who
had branded her name with shame, and
brought her mother in sorrow to the grave
lie had heard of beauty that was match
less, but that proved the ruin Of its owner
And now that outcast daughter stood bcfor,
him.
{" Yes," continued Beatrice ir. the SAM
unearthly voice, "she called me by tn,
right name; she was my own, own child
| was her mother. and look, Lord Glare
there is no ring on my finger"
She stood straight, her fathomless eye.
fixed on his face with a prcud, stern will
nerving her for the confession If size hao
wept or humbled herself before HIM. h,
would have left her presence forever; bu
something in her naughty self dep.ndenc,
touched responsive chord in his owl
heart.
6 1es," continued Beatrice, Z" the stair
Of great sin clings to my robes, the re
membrance of broken-hearted parents shad
ows my lfe. But the atonementhas begun
Years ago the sin was repented d, and now
go t" throw myself at my fatlrr's ieet-
| Roystol. 5e. Ms shake hands an5nart."
She took his hand in her owl thin one
and raised those wondrous suffering eyes t.
his rigid face. lie felt that thGe was tru,
repentance in those eyes, and purity in tha
heart, and casting aside the shaclSlcs o
worldly policy in his great love, I've took he
to the heart she was never more o leave.
Three month. afteI, a couple Lnelt befor,
the altar in dim old church in England
\ gray-haired, bowed man, gave away tn
bride. Her face was very white the crow,
that had gathered to witness the strang
bridal. whispered that the beauty had al
faded from the face of one to whom it ha,
been curse. But to Royston i: was love
lier than ever, for the veil had fallen.