The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1861-10-18

Iselt a knight and me a iAir ladyC
OF the oldon time, that nc might 20
forth to do battle for me, and com.
lpel all mon to recognize tho claims
| of his peerless love. Very eloquent
lly he spoke ofthe inspiration oflove
Of the brave deeds and periloIs eN-
lploits it lai prompted, wishing
again aud again that he might thus
proclaim and maintain his love be.
fore the world. 1t pleased mo to
listen to this, and to believe it sin
corc, though | surely had no wish
toput my lover TO such test.
A shot suddenly rang through
the still woods, and wounded
bird, darted past, futtered and fell
at the feet Of Brown Bees. Witha
bound aud a spring that nearly un-
seated me. che was of.
Struggling to regain my scat, !
had no power to restrain her, and
eucn as she flew, the fear and mad.
ness fthe moment grew upon her.
] could only cling breathlCssly to
/ the name and bride, and wonder
helplcssly where this mad gallop
was TO end. She swerved from n
passing wagon, and turned into a
path that led to the river. In the
Sudden movement the reins had
been torn from my hands, and |
could not regain thom II clung to
the mare, and closed my ewes that /
might not behold the fate that
awaited me, How sweet was life
in those precious moments, that |
thought my last! How all its joys,
its affections, its last crowning love
rose, up before me! thought ofthe
lpang that would rend Elliot's heart
as he saw me lying mangled and
dead; and then the thought would
come if he was pursuing and trying
10 save me, even as he had said, at
the risk of life and limb.
remembered no more. / felt a
Sudden shock, a fearful rushing
through the air, and knew no more
until, days afterwnrd, | awoke to u
faint; weak semblance of life in my
! chamber at homo.
never saw Capt. Elliot again.
| The last words / ever heard from
his lips were those ofknightly da-
ring. The last act of his life in
connection with mine, was to follow
| in the train of frightened youths
who rode after me, to contemplate
the disaster from alar, and, as soon
as he saw mo lifted from the shall.
low bed ofthe river into which i had
been thrown when my frightened
horse stopped suddenly on its bank
he rode hastily of. That evening
he sent to make inquiries. and
learning that | was severely, but it
was hoped not fatally, injured, he
henceforth contented himself with
such tidings Of my condition and
improvement as could be gained
from mere rumor.
At last, it was known that | could
never recover entirely from the ef-
fects OF my injury, and that very
day Captain Elliot departed sud
denly from the neighborhood. lie
made no attempt to see me, nor
sent me any farewell. When
was once more abroad, aud begin
ing, though with much unalloyed
bitterness, to learn the lesson OF
batience and resignation that await
, pd me, received a letter from him,
en- which he merely said that he
Thought my own Judgment had
taught me that, in my altered cir.
cumstances our engagement must
be at an end; but to satisfy his own
sense OF honor, (hiS hOnOrD he
wrote to say that, while entertain.
, ing the highest respect for me, he
desired q formal denunciation ofmy
q claim.
, Writing at the bottom ofthis let
! ter, "Let it be as you WISH" l re,
turned it to him at once, and thus
ended my brief dream Of romantic
, love.
/ had heard ere this of Elliott's
, cowardly conduct on that day; and
! now | first bethought me to inquire
who had rescued me from immi-
q nent death. And when | learned
: that Jamas Frazer, his arm already
broken by the jerk with which
Brown Bess tore away from him as
he caught at her bride, had ridden
1 afler me, was the first to lift me
! from the water. Many times daily
he had made inquiries concerning
me. His had been the hand that
sent the rare flowers that decked
> Imy room. His were the words that
/ breathed words Of comfort and hope
to my poor mother. His were the
: books read in my lingering days
, of convalescence; and, his, now,
! was the arm that supported NE, al
slowly and painfully / paced the
garden walks. al 0lH
Ihave been his wife for many a
year. ] have forgotten that ne is
i not handsomcLor rather he il
beautiful TO me, bccause / sec his
grand and lovely spirit skinine
through his plain features and ami
mating his awkward figure. Ihaye
long since laid aside, as utterly
, unienable, my pet theory that beau
, tilul spirits dwell only in lovely
bodies. Itmay be a Providential
compensation that, in denying phys