St. Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1845-1863, 1862-05-01

ihisul nave Ocen Draitnsl into Qlaucin
Was it beautiful? Hc bad said so. Di,
L love him. The piercing eyes that saw
softened, and pressed my hands clos,
over my heart, to shut in its thEobbings
and then the tears cans-tears of happi
ness.
Did love him? Tonight I ask tn,
question. And the eyes see are wild
and the lips /. see are compressed, and
again l clasp my hands clsse over mi
heart, and wish the tears would come
Oh. the bliss of the beautiful long ago
when the light of love came to my eyes,
and the thrill of happiness to my heart
Oh the darkness of that night, that came
like an avenging soul ON the full glory
of life's morning.
1t was by the seaside that the shadow
fell, where the waters were sobbing with
a low vail of sorrow and wrath. We had
been speaking of the past, and thinking
of the future; bat we were. silent then.
.ssasl 7 s:sstszliap qaisfiiy, as Heard hfs
voice. saying ''How beautifully"
A lady-a child it might have ban-
clad in a dark-blue riding habit, was com.
ing toward Us, borne Oh q white horse
The sunshine played with ter curls as
with something kindred, and ker eyes
would have set one dreaming of the skies
of Italy. 4 look that | shall never forget
passed over his face, as she reincl in her
horse and spoke his nnuse.
"Erncstw
Edith ~. -
His hand trembled al at ctaspsl hers,
and she slnilcd ON himIsuch L smile! II
frozc my heart in its bcasty; for | knew,
when his check palcI and His eye fell, that
he had felt its power bctorG- :;
"And so you have not quito forgotten
me, Erncst!'
That were impossible..'
And yet you have been silent SO long,
thought my place all occupied by anoth-
crw
And so he had loved before; and the
siren that enchanted him had not Yet
lost her power. l waited to hear no more
1t was enough. ,.Hc would not see ne
now. llurricdlys- | retraced my steps
to my aunt's aboae<
that they were Marricd- Ernest Temple
and the beautiful Edith Wells. 1t WAS in
Il crowded room. but | didn't faint. Edith
Wells might have done that: L was not
So weak. But nay heart turned TO stone;
and the tl,uil, clinging child was a belle
that hight, aud went forth strong, sslf-
possessed woman, following in the way
Of the world. Fly aunt raised her lrands
i'll wonder, that the lesson she had been
vain j striving to teach NE for years had
all come to me in sing,e evening. But
dlSccrnment was not among her virtues:
and kept my own secret.
| have changed, they say; the crimson
life-tldc has learnt the way to my rosy
checks, and 20 not ncel now to be toll!
that | am beautiful Hearts have been
laid at my fcct-truc hearts and false ones
and the world has learned to call ME a
coquo;te. lie was here tonight
whom l loye--whom hate his eyes
wearing the wild look Of sbrrow mine have
learned to hide, and his bagh bctraying
in it the ring of death.
/ stood by his side, and listened to the
mock ocsH aud he saw NY curling lip, and
that | had read his soul, aud
,tncw all its bitterness. .e1An dnhrn
Il had, lyh> the crnwdS% rooms, aud
stood y e soft pspikLf, among the
feasylike a coward who aAssd not suffer in
.ilcnce, and told me how Iic had loved ne
all through the years thai the butterfly of
the SUI had been his bride-how hc loved
and ever must. And | went away, with
u low laugh, and left him moaning, "IAyc
you, too. grown soulless?-you, the
ow-whitc lily, that ca,nc Siike hidden
fountain, between me and the desert of
earthly unbclicf? e..
Well, the " ,rld-says 50; and am lying
Oh the nossy carpet Ike broken reed hy
the brook of its love, wondering if all il
says is true. +