The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1863-02-20

and song, grew sad, ard roamed through
tho wide halls with unquie, feelings her
only Joy, his letters, breathing of naught
save the wealth Of love ho lavished upon
her. Wcaried Of the mouo,ouy around
her, Blanche decided on visiting her dis
tant relative and friend, Bcrd ST.. Clair.
Blanche dispatched two letters, one to her
lover informing him Of her Intentions, the
other to Berd.
Accompanied by her servant, ono de-
votcdly attached to her, she was soon on
her way, 1t was a damp, chilly evening
that she arrived at the depot, where Lin.
den ST. Clair awaited her with a carriage.
She was cordially welcomed by them all.
Oflen she met the the grave, earnest look
Of Linden st. Clair, but only momentari.
, ly, for his eyes were us quickly with.
drawn as she perceived him
II is a calm night ; the two young girls
sat by the window in Bcrd's room, hand
claspcd in hand. What picture yet
how different their style. Brrd, fair and
lovely as an angel; Blanche, dark and
glorious, her jctty hair smuothcd back
from her high, clear brow, while her large
black eyes sparkle uuwontcd brilliancy.
GLOW quiet and holy it seems tonight, ;"
whispered b I'd.
"Hcs, il does, Hre YOU fond Of such
nights | am Sometimes, but tonight /
wish it would storm, thunder aud light
ming. feel such longing, such rsst.
lessness for something unattanable. /
cannot describe /: 10 you" said Blanche.
"Ah, NO, ! always dread so unquiet a
| time. ] love to hear the soft meanings
Of the winds, to watch the shadows ofthe
leaves as they play hide and seek in the
moonbe0ms, aud then the beautiful stars
and clear sky. A these remind me of
G cd, heaven aud the angels. Do you
never think of these things, Blanche
"Scldom, but do think Of love. Did
you ever love any one, Bcrd one whom
you looked TO as your superior; have you
ever felt that in losing him heaven would
be dark and joy less to you!" said Blanche,
taking in her icy hand Brrd's soft and
dewy one, aud gazing sadly in her face,
! Berd blushed aud passed her swrct lirt
to those of her companion, and softl,
said, "Yes. dear Blanche, still love, but
let me beer recital of the hearts you
have caused to bleed"
81 have never been So cruel, hope"
said Blanche, 81 always considered an en-
gagcment as sacred as II marriage, but
among all the gay gentlemen who visit
Dismal Castle during the hunting seas
on | never seen one to whom ! would
give more than o passing friendship. A
lew months ago met Fred Morton on
whom | lavishcd all my pcnt-up affection
but | may never see him aguin, soldiers
life is so uncertain, You know. hope
your lover is not soldier, Bcrd."
81 deed, he is, for none other should
be my lover. believe my story is equal.
y as romantic as yours, for Frank Col
burn and first met on the cars. Why
he singled me out from all the rest, and
allowed love at sight to take posse ssion
of him, is still to me a mystery. II re is
the card he handed me, you see here, on
one side is his name and address, and on
the o.hcr. 'lctters from strangers as well
us from friends. are always welcome to
the soldier" on the other. When | ar
rived home my first impulse was to write
him letter and sign some fictitious name
to it, then l thought it perhaps would not
be right, sol procured the largest sheet
of paper could and wrote it full of non.
sense and tritlcs. | did not care q cent
for him. He was stranger. and merely
for the romance and rare fun they afford
ed me continued writing. We have
since learned through friend Of fathers
from Ohio, much both in regard to him
and his family. IL visited me several
times, and the first knew, Cupid had
changed my lun INTO more sober thoughts.
And now, when the war is over, we are
to be married."
"Then F,ank Colburn is from Ohio.
Won't we have gay old dimes when we
both go there to live. wonder il
Frank and Fred amt some relation
perhaps quaintances."
Blunche's visit is over. Berd accom-
panied her TO Dismal Castle. They had
been returned but week when, imagine
their surprise at the announcement of
Fred Morton.
"Why, Fred" said Blanche, ''you have
not deserted, have youl how pale you are,
what has happenedl"
Nothing, only have been very sick,
am almost well now, and have been sent
to the bsspital at C. 10 assist our
Or. Woods"
"Thnt's good news, I'm sure" said
Blanche, "and now allow me to introduce
10 you Miss ST. Clair whom had almost
forgotten amid 80 sudden surprise"
"You are from Ohio, believe, Mr..
Martin" said Berd.
"Yes, that is my native State"
"Are you acquainted with Mr. Frank
Colburnl"