Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1861-04-05
ROCKVILLE MARYLAND FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 5, 1861


ed them very attentively.
yes--he was handsome--ohe could
not deny that Strange to say, there
was resemblance between them. BY
the side of her lover, (who was large
and finely-formed man, Rose looked al
most too fragile and delicate. Yet in
the clear, pale complexion, the soft brown
eyes, and the curling hair, likeness
certainly existed between them,
AS ] looked longer, grew dissatisfied.
If Justus Atherton's face was true in
dcx of his character, how had be ever
loved her? He seemed to me bold, re-
lentless, ambitions, and designing; and
| thought to myself, then, if he took her
away from home and friends, to share a
life which must be .uncongcnial to a soul
like hers, how quickly she would droop
and fade She was not made for the
hustle and tumult Of the world he de-
lighted in-she was not made to share
his dreams and hopes What pcrverse
fate had brought two. so il-suitcd to
each other, together, and bound them
apparently for life I
joined them. Rose greeted me with
a mixture Of embarrassment and pride
which was very charming, and Justus
Anterior stood quietly en- enc side, stro-
king his moustache, and listening to us
as we talked. By-and-by his quiet face
lit up and his brown eyes flashed, as he
looked out into the road.
BY Jove That was splendidly
done y
T" What what y cried Rose and my
self, springing up beside him to look.
He pointed TO lady on horseback
who had just leaped her horse over the
enclosure, in the place of coming quietly
through the gate, and was now halting
to fix her long hair, which had been loos.
ened by the feat. 1t was my cousin
Olive Fairbanks, who was rusticating III
our quiet village, and doing penancc,
as she laughingly expressed it, for tht
gaities of her winter in her native city
of New York i.
4 had never called Olive. handsome OF
beautiful, But she had far more dan
| gerous quality than either Of these she
was toreiy Tall and elegant in figure
graceful in every movement, she was al
so gifted with face and manner thai
charmed every one who beheld her. He
face was very fair. Her forehead wal
low and wide, and shaded by heavy band,
of satin-smooth, brown hair, Der cheeks
colorless, and sloping oyally to delicate
ly-molded climber mouth very small
and sweet, with its full, red lips, anC
teeth like little pearls and her eye
were. large and bright. and beautiful,
blue. But alas, with all these outwar,
gifts, the inward ones, which should have
correspondent, were wanting. She had
that pride and love of power which sent
Lucfcr' hcadlong from hcaven---she was
INSCRIPTIONS, crafty, and designing, and
cruel, even to those who loved her, and
whom she seemed to love.
Yet there she sat before us, bright and
beautiful as a May morning. / thought
Of the "whited sepulcbres' Of Scripture,
as | saw her ride gaily up, and hold out
her hand to Rose, who took it because it
was offered, and because il was customa-
ry TO do so--but not q knew it only too
WELD because she loved her.
vas watching .justus Atherton close
ly as she was introduced to him, and
saw the color rise IN his pale cheek as he
bent above Ler hand, and said something
in a low voice about being happy to wei
come his sisters friend ! saw Rose
start, too. at the emphasis he laid upon
the word SISTER" and turn away to hide
the tears that would ill her eyes. As
for Olive she said little. She looked
moment into his face, and turned care
lessly away to talk With me. When we
all adjourned to the pailor, she hung her
horses bride on branch Of the tree that
grew beside the window, and followed
US, without seeming TO notice him.
! think this very coolpess won him.
lie was used to homage from women SO
spoiled by their aattery, that when one
who seemed pc fccty indifferent to him
crossed bis path, bis vanity was piqued,
and his heart touched for tho first time.
lie lowered around Olive with an eager
yet respectful air, listened aitcntivoIy to
her slightest word, picked up her glove
or riding whip, if she Glanced to drop
them, and seemed unable to turn his
eyes from her face.
She had come in in lt Of ennut. Bot
as she noticed his manner, she bit her
lip, smiled, and grew more like her ca
PRECIOUS, naughty self She sat down at
the piano, ratified over the keys, and e.
nally began to sing
There not a garden walk tread
There not flower ! See
But brings to mind some hope that dead.
Some jOy 4 sc lost with thee
Aud still long for that bright sphere,
Where sins are al forgiven,
For, though lhou ri lost forever here,
Thou'lt yet be mine ~ IleaycnW
They were strange words for her to
sing then She seemed to feel IL, like
all the rest Of us, for after moments
pause, she started up and turned to me.
4" Come, con, will you 90 back with
me? ] will walk, and Duke will follow
us, as quietly rs If be we're a dog
Yes, | would do anything to get her
away fron that place--and bin shook
hands with Rose, who stood pale and
grave, beside the piano, nodded good
bye to Juslus Aihofton, and followed her
from the room. lie came after us---he
led her horse around, and placed the
bride in her hand. She did not thank ]
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