Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1862-05-09
An Interesting gtorp.
CONFESSIONS OF A coQUErTB
BY MYRA VANE.

Why is It ;hat love only dark. fierce
beauty, aud bate azure eyes, aud rose
bud lips, and sunny hair2 Years ago
| learned ,his; for pair Of blue eyes
stole the light Of my life away, and a
mass of golden curls lutIered between
ne and happiness. 1t is an old grave
shut up aud sodded over; bat I will 60
back and open it tonight; for am lone
ly My head is giddy with the sound
of music and the glare Of gas, and my
heart is siek with gay words spoken by
those whose eye Wsro wild will. sorrow,
and gayer laugHsthrough which like the
fall Of clods on coffin, struggles up the
ring of death. How many broken hearts
are there here tonight, wrapped up aud
hidden beneath satin robes, and blazing
Jewels, and bewilderipg smiles There
is one know l feel it beating. Shall
1 tell you its story? / viii leave the
giady dance and the unholy mirtl, and
shut myself mp ia this tiny room, at the
door Of which l lay of my jewels and
smiles.
Struggling up from the days Of my IN
fancy, comes memory Of walking about
in great mansion, nestled down among
the hills, like a song-bir4 ia a forest. for
every beauty Of its Surroundings. All
day long I used to chase tho Butterflies
down the dancing stream, Or gather great
clusters Of the snow-white lilies to wrcathe
over the high, stiff, parlor mantel or sit
in the little clematis harbor and dream Of
sky that was blucr ,han that unroled
above me-, and love that was brighter
than any that ever found way within
those cold stone walls
had no father or mother Far back
az could remember, there came no Wis
ion Of a mcek, gentle face, or moist, low
ing ewes. or warm caress Of love; and
when | asked my aunt how long it had
been since they died, she would say, in
an absent kind Of way" Oh, long
time ago"
Aud with little smoiherod sigh, |
would 70 back to dream, or chase The
butterflies over the sweetest Covers.
"Aad the daya went out, and the days came
in as ever they come aud &C.,
Wearing robe Of summer green, or mantle
Of winter snow"
I must 60 to school, they said; and
when | was dozen years old. there was
a great trunk filed with didn't know
What; and | was put into the coach,
wondering why the tears swellcd up into
my aunfs eyes for didn't cry then. !
learned that at school, where / learned
many other things some well enough in
their way-some, it had been better for
mo bad never known
There we're strange looks and covert
smiles at the old-fashioned dresses, that
didn't understand then The old fash.
ioned dresses we're worn ont after while;
bat the friendships that were not offered
when | wore them, we're not accepted
when I wore others Of more modern
style ; and saw the end Of tic days Of
nv boarding school life without having
sought or won a single friend Ny uncle
came for me, then he came with a bowed
form and Grape on bis hat, and took my
hand in bis very trcmblingly, as the
tears, QUO after another, triekled down
his furrowed face.
"She is gone, Myra gone; and we
are alone all alone"
Who, uncle z"
Your aunt. Up yonder. Myra."
And be pointed where white, ghosily
clouds we're sailing over the far-of SKY
Dead uuclo p Aun; dead 2