Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1864-11-16

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he escorted her to the piano, and he seemed
spell bound, as her rich soul-thrillins voice
poured forth liquid melody. Did | not
fear the Syren's spell in those witching
strains! Oh, no; my love for my betrothed
was Of the most unsel6sh nature, and /
was gratlted in beholding his enjoyment,
for he was an ardent enthusiast in this
most sublime of the arts, and | unfortu.
nately, possessed not the power of i'm
parting this exquisite pleasure So I
dreamed on, unconscious Of evil, sitting bv
the open window, whilst their united vol
ces-tor he had now joined her-were
borne to me on the sweet breath of even
ing, Thus it was from day to day, and from
evening to evening, they seemed only to
live for and in each other; the flowers that
were once mine, as tokens of fond devo.
tion all my own, now shed their sacredness
on another bosom, and brighter, darker
locks than hers, whom he once fondly
styled his dear, majestic Mildred.
And how do you think one so sensi,
lively constituted as myself, bore this de
thrOnement from a heart where | had so
lately reigned supreme. At times, felt
as though my reason would of necessity
succumb to the cruel burden that was
pressing my very life out, Oh, shall
never forget those weary, anxious DAYS,
and tortured nights; their burning fingers
have made indeible lines upon my soul,
which time, with all its waves, can never,
no never efface. All this time, however.
[ manifested not the least sign of the in
ward struggle that was literally killing me
day by day. For pride, as cf old, still
holds her despotic sway over the ruins of
blighted heart, and no one, not even
those who were most Intimately concerned
in the change, was conscious of the volcanic
fires that seethed beneath my apparently
calm, yet [ know, fearfully pale exterior
But all in this world, fluctuating and yari-
able, be it of pleasant or fearful character,
must have an end, and accident kindly
effected what my feeble heart shrunk from
in denouement.
We were occupying one morning the
little room in my home, which | had play
fully dubbed the library 1t contained a
small collection Of library treasures in an
Old fashioned mahogany book case, and as
| at odd times patronized the muses. there,
| do not deem the above dignifed appella-
ton mis~pplied. Twas also the favorite
sitting room of the family. Luta was half
reclined on lounge, and beautifully at
tired in a pretty pink morning wrapper, to
all appearances engaged in book. l was
finishing a sketch | had taken on a recent
ramble, when we were interrupted by the
entrance Of the mail-boy There were two
letters one for Luta and the other for me.
[ seated myself to CLEAN over the contents
OF my own, when was startled by an ex-
clamaton from my companion: oh Mil
dred, this letter is from my betrotbed, and
he is coming to take me home, so | must
do my packing Immediately, and you may
tell " alter, when he returns from the city,
that [ am much obliged for his delightful
entertainment this summer; and, that hope
he will meet some one yet, who will be to
him what neDer cou d" The heartless-
ness of her conduct was exhibited in every
tone thus shamelessly uttered, and outraged !
hospitality and friendship oVerfowed in
the following upbraidings, and | said
Very well, [ will assist you in your pre-
parations, but you have forever forfeited
Mildred Mays confidence and regard
You have, merely to crafty little personal
vanity estranged one, who was mine by the
decree of heaven aud the soul, and who, had
he never came under your dire influence,
might still be the guiding star of my exis-
tence. 60 then, vain and unprineipled
girl, and may ycu never experience the
just retribution of crime so reprehensible
as thine; yes, 90, and may the memory of
this unfriendly act lead you to repentance,
and purer life
To day she left us, but the shadow of
her blighted presence still remains, and
when Walter comes, he will find me no
longer the Mildred Of old my heart
scenes petrifed, and l know his image
can never again be reflected on its broken
surface.
Well, he has been here, and his unfeign-
ed anguish and remorse it seems should
awake my torpid spirit: he says he loves
me still, and that he never really cared for
Luta, but was without volition bound tenn
porarily by her coquetish wiles. But all
his loving and agonizing supplications are
powerless to break the lethargy of my soul.
And now he leaves me, while darkness once
more rests upon the face of the deep, and
my spirit shall never be resurrected, until
the light of Divine love Eliminates my
shadowy life.
aa~ If woman could talk out Of |
the two corners of her mouth at the |
same time, there would be a good deal
said on both sides.
nn Why do hens always lay in day
time because at night they become
roost-ers.