Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1862-07-04

OiStldu, llt Lioulu ptliSSe III obapS, Vi
ruby coloring; there always played
around it a smile of fascination. Her
form was that which you might expect
from such face, tall, queenly and per-
feet She might, indeed, have been ex-
cused for the exclamation with which
she greeted her own reflection in the
mirror, for it was not vanity that made
her utter it, only simple consciousness
of her own beauty.
Glow beautiful / am p she repeated,
and then an expression Of keen pain
swept every trace of color from her face
she staggered back with something like
weakness, ard pressing her two hands
/ upon Ter brow, she sank into cushioned
arm chair Beautiful, and yet unloved
-unloyed by the man who ohce pro-
fessed an affection bordering upon idola-
try for me-unloved by the only man
/ who ever had power 10 awaken love in
my heart, my hollow heart;" and she
laughed bitterly. +" Hollow, indeed
But since Paul Seymour stole from me
all that once filled it--love, and respect
for my fellow creatures; but now all is
gone--all gone-and nothing remains,
save what no one dreams is hidden with
in my bosom, and that is revenge yes
bitter reveuge!'
She was like marble statue now, as
/ purely white aud cold as snow. Her
hands were clasped together so tightly
over her heaying bosom, that they
seemed as if knotted together, and the
expression of pain upon her beautiful
features gave look Of majesty to her
sorrow, so calmly and SO proudly was it
borne. By and by, when she had some-
what overcome her emotion, her firmly
closed lips opened, and hardly conscious
that she was speaking audibly, she muir
INJURED aloud
"Just two years ago--only two years
and life opened to me with the beauty
and mellow loneliness of summers
evening, as it gently breaks through the
rosy clouds in the east.
a franker, truer, more innocent
heart never beat in young girls bosom
than had then; and with oil my ma
turre, | loved Paul Seymour, and not
hopelessly Oh no; he has sat at my
feet, proud and happy if he might but
/ hold my hand, and half mad with joy if
4 permitted him but to touch it with his
/ lips Swessiag loge TO me, ay, love
that ! sometimes trembled to possess, so
4 idolatrous it was or seemed | was hap
py thon-innoeent and unsuspicious as
my sweet friend Kate.
"If any one had told me then, Helen
Gordon, be viii tire Of you, his mad love
will burn itself out, and not even the
ashes OF remain" how / would have
laughed, in the pride Of my power and
beauty. and counted the speaker mad
And yet it was 20. He tired, aye, he
tired Of me. o, heaven, my proud heart |!
that any one should grow tired of me
/ nearly died then; ] would have died,
but that my pride would still keep alive
and 50 kept on clinging to thread Of
life and not one knew how | suffered
when another came and took from me all
that priced in life--the very heart of
my heart, my souls soul-won from me
/ by the smiles Of another Aud they were
married, and PauPs friends we're happy
that he had soon eonsoled himself for
the shameful treatment he had received
from the firt and jilt, Miss Gordon. la,
ha, hal"
She laughed aloud, with a scorn, and
mockery, and bitterness, that grated upon
her own ear, for II made her shudder.
And Kate thinks Percy Harrington
loves ne, and she laughed again. Her
/ lips eolored again, and she exclaimed,
All, what now? I have been dreaming
and signing. but il is passed Pshaw !!
| thought had outiyed this folly" And
raising, she began humming gay tune.
and preparing her afternoon toilet, which
was elegant but plain, she turned away
and descended to the parlor.
No one was there, and she seated her
self by the window She took up book
and remained engaged in it, till the rust
ling Of a dress made her look up. 1t
was Kate.
" Helen, do you remember Paul Sey-
mour z" she said.
Hot fushes chased each othe over her
face. She turned aside, and said, II do;
well what Of ity"
Well, be has come home from Eu-
rope; his wife died six months ago, and
be has now returned"
Helen was deadly pale, but she said
to herself, "my time has comet"
Six months had now passed since Paul
SEYMOUR return. Report said that
Helen was engaged to him; how true
that is, we shall soon see.
Ona morning Helen was summoned 10
attend her guardian in the Library
When she entered he motioned her to a
chair, aud placed letter in her hand
She opened tit was passionate avowal
Of love from Percy Harrington for the
second time She folded the letter with
wearied air, but she spoke not At Inst
she rose, saying, will you have the kind
ness TO write to Mr.. Harrington that !
will give him an answer to-day week,
. Al r