Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-05-31
ANY LYNN.

pied with feecy clouds, the green meadows
laced with siige rills. the foresie putting
on their emerald crowns, the orchards
white With blossoms, and the quaint farm
house hedRed In with roses and lilacs; aud
70 the vision Of the long ago is the sweet
lace and earDeet eyes of Amy-Amy Lynn
CLAD in morning garments. I hear the
solemn vibration OF the bell hanging far up
~ the tall belfFy; and see, through the
Rlaony piues-dnmb wardens of the old
thurch-the heavy metal swinging to end
lfo. as Il beat out the mournful measure of
the death kpell.
Poor orphan Amy, shrinkine back IN
the carriage, was the only survivir 2 rela-
tive of The deceaSed Jacob byn n, lying in
The house. with heart not more cold, q
nnein not more abstefe. than IN. hfe. By
Ser side eaf youth clad il ssh,e sts5t-
mamie With an aif "a II an, nsll16f
As The I've tiig Aled and followed tie to.-
( I'm into tho church. Amy laid Der hand
upon her companions arm and glanced
pleadingly into his eyes. He comprehend.
ed the mute questioning Of those orbs; for
he shook his head determinedly, and the
young girl dropped her vail and sobbed
audibly.
The church was crowded TO suffocatiou,
aud the regards Of all we're turned toward
the two within the altar, sitting beside
the shrouded dead. The impressive SER
vices proceeded to their close; and then the
two mOurnere arose and stood at the head
Of the coffin.
Il was we'll understood that Jacob Lynn
had exacted promise from his daughter
to wed the man at her side, in the church,
before bis body should be consigned to the
grave. The beautiful marriage-rites were
sOlennized, uniting Amy Lynn to Ashly
Lee; and the organ pealed mournful
chant as the orphan. wretched and hopes
less, reeled to a seat beside the man to
whom herfather had bound her.
Desolate and despairiug, che lay all the
afternoon on the snowy couch Of her own
chamber. Mrs. Duffon, the housek eeper,
bad brought up cup of coffee, and rolls,
at Doon but they stood untouched upon
the little table. She did not sleep, nor
close her eyes, but looked YEARLY of across
the meadow. or up through the whitening
orchard brought TO the pure sky, down
whose azure deeps the golden sun Was
wheeling. Sorrow seemed brooding dumb
and leadeu now, though she vaguely dread
ed its awakening; feeling, for the time,
was paralyzed-only sense of impending
calamity pervaded her being. When the
evening shadows sttls into the room, she
arose and walked absen:iy from the apart
ment down to the wide hall and the open
door. Through the gloom she deserted the
form of Ashly Lee. She would have fed,
but be caught Der arm.
4 know you hate rne. Amy. l know,
too, that | am ignorant You hate the
boor-you will respect, at least, the man
OF learning. l am going away to night.
love you' and am going to try to be- a
man Cor your sake. Will you say good
byeP
He held out bis hand. She only shud-
dered and shrank father into the shadow.
don't deserve this the young man
said, 10 a bitter tone. You might atleast,
wish me well.' And he turned and walk.
ed gloomiiy down the path.
There was something in the tone of
voice that aWOke more womauly feeling in
the young BRIDES bosom She followed
the speaker. He had reached the gate and
leaned against it, while be plucked hand
fuls Of the fragrant lilac blossoms which
be strewed down upon the turf at bis
feet
'Ashly, will say goodbye said Amy,
extending her hand; but Ashly folded his
arms over his broad chest and said
You despise me. It's only pity for the
ogre-not change in sentiment. wen't
have your pity no more than you will let
me love you. Some day you will be proud
to place your hands in mine and 90 with
me through lfe.'
He spOke earnestly, passionately.
Amy watched him moving of through
the old orchard. The white blossom fiat.
ed above him as he strobe under the low
bougbE, and zephyr waited their perfume
to her.
Long years from that evening che
thought reproacbfully upon that last in
terview. No word from the absent one
ever reached her. He was as dead TO her
as though buried beside her father. Had
she by her uukindness driven him away to
die among strangersf No; bis own earn.
estness of purpose would insure his life
She could DO longer think Of him as the
Ashly Lee Of bygous times. His last words
seemed prophecy Of bis ultimate triumph.
He was no longer the illiterate boor, but
the polished gentleman; so she olsen bodied
him and threw away the ole awkward
shape, and fashioned form graceful and
courtly for the Ashy Lee Of her imagina.
ton; and she grew TO 1--we this creation of
her fancy 30 much. that dim forebodinp
Of her own unwOTtbiDess haunted her
mind. She studied, and read, and wrote.
She sang and practised music. Her voice
led 10 the village. choir, and her fingers in.
spired the old organ with such bursts of
harmony as the venerable worehipers had
never listened to before. She became pas.
sionately attached to this inanimare ex-
position Of her most chaste musical con.
oeptions. She improvised with a versatile.
ty wonderful to her listeners. She never
laid aside her mourning, and every Sab
bath, sombre and quiet, she glided up to
the organiat's seat.
She rejected all solicitations to 90 into
society. Musical amateurs courted her
people of position sought to pet the sad
child # song. but she sarank from publiei.
fty; &C it came about that those who admir-.
ed her genius attached themselves to Faith.
er Delany's congregation.
One fervid Sabbath afternoon, strane.
erwalked up the aisle with the recsor's
wife. ae was tall and grave, and bore
himself like one familiar with the world
one who would acknowledge himself ip-
ferior to none--not egotlsticsl, but sellre>
liant
He seemed deeply absorbed 10 the vol.
notary opening of the service; and after
the prayer, when the clear voice of Amy
swelled up with the grand crescendo Of the
organ be bowed his head as in adoration.
The rector's exordiuD was brilliant, and
as he progressed, the discourse was terse
end profound, cut be could not gain the
attention of bis bearers. A vague mist
pervaded the assemblage. The atmosphere
seemed impregEated with sitting yapors.
in the west, dark clouds were rising, and
the tightening cleaned at intervals through
the iDterlseing bougbs of the sentinel
pines. A deep hush had fallen upon the
world. Not breath came in the open
windows, and no voice of bird or insect
smOte the heavy air.
4 slow, mournful prelude went wailing
from the organs heart, when there came a