The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1861-01-31

NEE w. srrfnie n about my Tnl uh .
Rha whispered ihif fielfa. the night
wHirlnln. wa hpf brother ind ina
n no basef fild NJ hpmt grew
aiek within me a. uboyoi hef iu
fituriI1na Plunged ~ ffaie of
aiuplbatIun, ib utter dlflhcai and
silence wc fomrincd alone far nearly
an hour \ slight crash told me lle
outer door bed been forced
Wy senses seemed qniokcnod by
NY suspense ond shortly after y
doll, heavy plunge IN the water, which
seemed 10 be- at The back of the house.
near the windows of the room | 40
cupiod, aud a loss mutmurine of voices
/ told me my WORK wss finished, aud
the waves Of the Arno concealed NY
crime.
My brain seemed on 6rc, when 1'c.
rcsa rcappearcd, aud throwing man
,lo oyor her passive mistress. COP
ccnlng her marble features with
deep hood, told mo to follow her. |
moved like one under the influence
Of horrible, sitting dream.
but why dwell upon these sickcb-
ing details. which harrow my very
soul ! That night We left Florence,
and rested not until safe IN France.
Teresa arranged everything. Bca.
,rice desired to 90 TO an aunt in Tri.
, este, who was an abbcss.
! A. il was my wish to take packc,
! direct from lIayrc to New Orleans.
, ] took an early opportunity Of break.
ing my intention to Beatrice aud as
. dcllcatcly as possible limited the i'm.
g propriety Of our longer continuing to.
gcthcr. ] offered to procure an cs.
+ cort or accompany her myself wher-
o ever She des red.
"Do not condemn me, Carlton. !
I was neither cruel nor heartlcss. God
! knows ] had no reason for supposing
u my presence produced augh, but
o pain, especially as during our jour
ncy she remained closely secluded.
e had scarce finished speaking, ere,
c bursting into passion Of tears, she
z threw herself at my feet, sobbing:
e "Ah send me not from you, Sig
/, nor; my life is in you. Ineyer loved
!. until you came. | married to escape
!. a convcn, with which ! was threaten
cd. lie who sought my hand ha,.
;. gold my father was poor, though of
# noble blood; ! a child-a happy, Low.
o ing child, filled with warm love for
all created things, the heavens, the
10 birds, the flowers. but you came,
Is Signor--i foFgo, all. Then knew
% o migh,icr passion, which like the
/, mountain torrent, swcp, all before 1t.
f: At your approach the skies grew
~ brighter, the air filed with fragrance,
!, my heart swcllcd with delicious plea.
" sure, with music and gladncss; why,
n ! recked not; only fcl, tha. you
e were not, the sun grew dark--all was
a cold, cherries, void ! Your form
y was in my dreams, sleeping or waking
j yOu we're ever with me, until deeper
7 and deeper my love grew more bound
d less. ! have struggled agains, it /;
but now | know not, care not IL It is
d wrong; ] only know ] love you.
e Send me not. then. from you. Whom
r. love bu, you" !" And here her sobs
i choked her uitcrance. my stern
z father, all will spurn me-brcak not
d my heart; take me with you--l will
Ie be your slave. ask no more. Let
, me be near you, Mt your fcct---,hus
e -" And she sank exhausted upon
It the floor.
Ie hastily raised her in my arms.
% Heaven knows what ! said. That
evening a cure in the village married
Il US.
. When we arrived in New Orleans.
4 dispatched letter TO my mother,
" begging her 10 kindly receive my lts-
70 liam bride. offered no explanations.
II Beatrice was welcomed for my sake,
n aud is now beloved for her own. /
: think she is happy. You are tho
only one, Phil, to whom have revcsl-
: ed the circumstance Of my marriage.
i and how my Christmas eve was passed
!, one year ago
a The bright, peerless moon was by
: this time high in the heavens. The
" waters Of the mighty Mississippi
n shone like FURNISHED silver in the
= = shaiowy distance. A dead silence
u 4 reiqned as the two friends walkc'l
! : musingly along. At length, half
y ies,ing. half serious, Carlton said
RI And the blue-eyed damsel, what
. ssid she to her recreant knight, Has
!. !. she healed her wounded affections BY =
:. quid proYaO p
!. Lnttreil replied no. for momen. {;
: and then in . strangely altered voice,
a while q spasm as Of sharp agony
4 crossed his finc face, he whispered,
" huskily:
"The worm that knows no dying
- Is snawine away ny heart. See, !
!. have brought you to her home.
!. They passed into the qsiet church.
- yard; and there ss their feet CLEANED
!, : snowy slab, bearing the isserip.
ss0sslIa, sesi 1ioheen.
'fhs tsft sivsaA - tsss l2essA.'S
'e Never spsss N - ~psxv.