Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-07-12

question. And the eyes 1 see are wild,
and the lips / see are compressed and
again l clasp my hands close over my
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 ayenging soul on the full
glory Of life's morning.
It was by the seaside that the shadow
/ fell, where the waters were wailing with a
/ low vail Of sorrow and wrath. We had
been speaking Of the past, and thinking Of
the future but we were silent then, and
l started up quickly, as heard his voice
saying, How boautifulg
A lady, child It might have been, clad
in dark blue riding habit, was coming
toward US, borne on a white horse, The
sunshine played with her curls as with a
something kindred, and her eyes would
have set one dreaming of the skies of
Italy. A look that shall never forget
passed over his face as she refined in her
horse and spoke his name.
"Ernestp
EdithW
His hand trembled as it clasped hers,
and she smiled on him, such q smile It
froEe my heart in its beauty; for knew,
when his cheek paled and his eye fell, that
he had felt its power before.
And so you have not quite forgotten
me, Ernest n
That were impossiblen
And yet you have been silent so long, l
thought my place occupied by another" T"
And 50 he had loved before; and the si-
ren that enchanted him had not yet lost
/ her power. waited to hear no more. 1t
was enough. He would not see me now.
Hurriedly Iretraeed my steps to my annts
abode.
Three months after, word came to me
I that they were married, Ernest Temple and
the beautiful Edith Wells. was in a
crowded room, but I didn't faint. Edith
Wells might have done that; was not so
weak. But my heart turned to stone, and
the timid, clinging child was belle that
night, and went forth, n strong self-Pos-
sessed woman, following in the way of the
world. My aunt raised her hands in won
der, that the lesson she had been vainly
striving to teach me foryears had all come
to me in single evening. But discern
ment was not among her virtues, and kept
my own secret.
have changed, they say; the crimson
life-tide has learned the way to my rosy
cheeks, and did not now need to be told
that l am beautiful Hearts have been
laid at my feet,-true hearts and false ones;
and the world has learned to call me a CO.
quette. He was here to-night-hs whom
l love, whom l hate his eye wearing the
wild look of sorrow that mine had learned
to hide, and his laugh bearing in it the
ring of death
stood by his side, and listened to the
mock echo; and he saw my curling lip,
and that had read his soul, and knew all
its bitterness. And when had left the
crowded rooms, and stood in the soft moon
light among the shadowy trees, he came
and knelt at my feet, like coward who
dare not suffer in silence, and told me how
he had lovedme through all the years that
the butterfly Of the sun had been his bride;
how he loved me still, and ever must. And
went away with a low laugh, and left
him moaning: Have you, too, grown soul
less 2-you, the snow-white lily that came
like hidden fountain between me and the
dearest Of earthly unbelief?"
"Well, the world says so and I am ly-
ing on the messy carpet like broken reed
by the brook of its love, wondering if all
it says Ii true"