New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1862-05-13

D. Htrttaa seule,s Love or, How Came BY MY
Ring.
~ ERAsels FULLER sAaalrr.

night of exceeding beauty Lamorne sat with
ne on the balcony overlooking the noon-lighted
street. aud its crowd of laughing and whispering
had experienced a greater shock
than usual on this particular evening, and feeling
exhausted and depressed in spirits, was unable to
converse with my usual animation, a fact which
lamorne at length remarked. . You are silent,
Bertha said he, while your eye follows those
happy groups beneath us; can it be possible you
Meyer was question more pertinently put. It
sssaiied me where L was most weak and unde-
Tended; and my answer was q passionate burst Of
tears. ~
g. Bertha, what have said2' calculated La : Il
morne. surprised:
"'The truth answered, struggling to swallow
20 Pardon me, do understand Bertha to say
she envies these Laughing senseless trifers -
Yes,' answered with energy, carried away
BY the tempest Of ny envy even these
one another, according TO their capacity to love,
and are happy accordingly,
90 That inference would be the true one,' was
o. Bertha i exclaimed Lamorne with thunderous
emphasis, do you think you are not loved g aac-
of poor Malvern's fatal devotion? Does woman,
even a woman Of your unquestionable destinations,
require more than mans life What more do
you require, or what more could you have
Il The keen reproach Of his tones, as he put these
rapid questions, pierced my soul through and
through for it indicated to me the injustice Of his
tf1ousHId, anQ rOuSeG al Impulse Oh TeSeHtfHeuts
g OF what do you accuse me-? asked, antici-
pating his Intentions
Listen Last night, when went away from
here, the hour being rather late, and the streets
mostly deserted-for Bertha, it ID very true that
you have the power to detain me agsinstmy wiser
Judgment met at street corner . most melan-
choly object-a man, who does not otherwise lack
for friends admirers, reduced to the necessity of
stealing out at night from sick bed to the street,
to watch the windows of a certain house in the
hope Of catching, il may be, the shadow of lady's
farm Ynuuar tho tutn1 1nru9 rnnxa
Malvern, dying Of despair that lady was Bertha,
| go Oh, my God !! i Icried shuddering
| az Do you pity him at last, Bertha 2' a5s a. 9
"tNo, no you mistake me, i hastened to ex-
plain, disregarding his question, am not without
pity; have never sought nor accepted love-. II
| it has come to me undersired, and therefore met
with no return, can be held guilty Of blame
Malvern himself cannot reproach me- If he knew
all the trnth Of my soul be wonld feel that 3 too,
needed compassion
!" How so? how is this? !? Lannorne now asked,
lsoftenng little in his tones. &.
20 Because suffer not less than himself Because
I hope to die the same death the sooner the more
/ Welcome 45sss.4
Bertha =, This time his tones were tender and
Iregretful. He took my hands and led me to where
/ the moonlight descended full upon my face, and
Hooked at me until my glance fell. Oh the tnmnlt
Of my soul! This Bertha, whose hands i hold,
who is Of all women the naost gifted, body snd
Bertha yet deserves compassion, and talks OF
4 dying.1 Then suddenly changing his tones again:
Aresyou not sure, Berths you ere 3 most con.
4 tummate actress ass.S Fss
pected cruelty, were so overwhelming and utterly
5Iabject that had neither tears nor resentment
\ " life seemed going out OF me and I leaned
saphoid me To- amemsnt regain ~ strsngth
4 will not trouble you long
e. what, sre yeu II ilIs b asked placing his arm
q. / could hope were dying, I whispered, asa
4 delicious languor-the result of nervous prostra-
ton, and the electrical delight his touch conveyed
to me through my exhausted nerves stole over
my faculties. This bliss, however, was not Of long
l.duraiion, and I was soon Iyahizeds back to lite
a by the inffowing current of his strong magnetic
what was due to my Womanly dignity. and with
drew myself from his arm with cold thank you,
SIR and good night II M ss.
, SO No, Bertha, not yet good night have to
tell you before go that you are beloved, accord
ing to your ability. Not to yield you love would
t be more or less than human. 1t may be that you
are false and cruel the grave; that you will not
+ be satisfied without the homage of such souls as
q mine, from lust of power alone. 1t may be that
you will desire to have me where poor Malvern i,,
whose Spanish ardor and English constancy have
i ever your Discrimination or your truth whatever
your thirst for conquest your abnegation Of it
hear and know that 4 toveyou But Lshall com
2 tend against your power of enslaye yement. Az the
! same time that confess your rule | shall resist
y your tyranny. And now, good night!
I; With the last word he was gone and what
be;.a before, than to be only assured Of this sus
peotin, .,d reluctant love; to be treated if it
wera not n,1 -as if had compelled it by some
unhaowed authority. And So truly think hs
must have felt, for althougl. naither of rs
happy In vain ips related to him my psyehG
Logical experiences as well as could es.s5gS-
was not understood and the defect in. his SOU !.
imperfectly, and from what knew Of his relation
, ship to me-not understood by him-I knew he
could never realize the passion of love in its per-
lection because he was unconscious of his own or
only recognized it family, and through difficulties
. As might be readily imagined, by those who
comprehend my story, the condition, of mind in
which all these struggles left me truly pitiable
and began to produce effects upon my health Sc
!. serious as to be observed. Fearing to pain La-
morne by eonfessipg how much of my suffering
was attributable to him, preserved as cheerful a
it'll gave way to an intense and consuming melan-
choly.- .AN my mornings were burned away in d
low nervous fever, and all my evenings spent in
endeavors to seem as happy as ought to be-.
What would not have given to have been placed
back one year, in the possession Of my former
ideal and Unconditional existence? Orrather, what
} would it,not be worth to live on, if my emotions
! were perfectly recprocated!
t g Three quarters of q year had passed since
! last saw Malvern, and first met Lanorne. had
, passion for me had truly been his destruction.
Why asked myself bitterly, scoud not La
morne have been Malvern? then this terrible inter-
mixture OF misplaced dutCuOn COuu nOt nave nap
, pened. Why should this man, whose responsive
soul lived not in my body, have conceived this ra
gard for me; while the one who ought to, and does
belong to me- receives the truth 80 cautiously and
suspiciously? Is this the invincible decree of
} Heaven that souls shall ever walk the world in
darkness, unrecognized and unrecognizing?
} "While these rebellious thoughts once agitated
my mind, l was Interrupted by the appearance Of
Lamorne, pale and overcome with emotion.
'"' He is dead said he, and have come to bid
you farewell . "a
"At that word my soul seemed to swoon away
yet stood staring upon him with questioning eyes:
"'Yes Bertha, my unhappy friend is dead, and
I have not the power to avenge him; do not even
wish for it now, though once eontended for the
capacity of avenger. l feel that whateYer wrong
you may have done Malvern, it was out of your
! power to have returned his passion. In the same
7 way, with whatever feelings have once regarded
you, am your lover now. There is no remedy for
fate but after what has happened, we must part.
Bertha, adorable Bertha, go to return no moreN
:, To be c0ntinuedl
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