Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1865-12-22

thoukh the Ito OF olcou ana long dwell
ling undor tho same roof gave him q
double right to do 40. Do such loves
does any love, over die? think not
What has bocn part Of us can saarce-
Iy be said TO fade into utter nothing
ness.
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One moonlight night In Augut, Lucy
sat alone In the parIor playing snatche'
of old songs at the cabinet piano. HeI
sisters had gone on n water excursion
but she had been kept at home by q
slight headache. Where was ~ MOI
by her side--I had no right TO that
place; but out under the syringa bush
es that grew 80 close 10 the window
that their scented breath filled the
room, leaning against the house. and ga
zing nt her through the loopcd up cur
tains-myseIf in shadow. How beau
tiful she was; how fitting II itseemed thai
she should always eit there In rose.clad
light, singing her way through life, like
an exquisite dream. She sang, tho
words como back TO mo TO day.
VIII On twilight ssws are falling son
Upon the rosy sea,
watch the star whose beam 90 of
Has lighted thee 10 me
And thou, ZOO, on that orb % dear,
Ali dosst thou gass at even,
And think, though lott forever here,
Thou'lt not be mlns In nsavenY
IL was q simple song, but the melody
was passionate, aud touched with that
indefinite sadness which Ia always akin
to passion, y dream of Italy, OF Venice
with Its gondolas, It's palaces and III
bewitching sky, Como up before mo
We were no longer In sterile England
wo were In that cline OF the sun: she
was the improvisatrice, singing hor own
sweet fancles, not anothcrs-Iibe young
Prince, crouched at her feet, as the las,
notes died away, aud feel her white In.
gers pleying with my hair. Alas for
Italyl Alas for the poor Prinoel While
she yet dwelt tehderly on the last line
the door opened softly, slight figure
wrapped In cloak stole up behind her,
and as she started and turned around
flung himself at her feet .as had di eurn
cd OF doing. How pale she turned;
how pale he was too; | recognized him
in moment, IL was Alfred Methuen,
my bosom friend. who had recently
come from East India. j had been
jealous Of many others during the sum
mer, but | had never thought Of him; ]
had scarcely ever seen them talking to
each other, never alone, and yet they
must have met often, and secretly, ere
matters had gone so far as this. biz
my lips savagely and leaned against the
wall, determined 10 be revenged on
them both.
1t was Lucy who spoke first; bending
down over him and wringing her white
hands in anguish. "Oh, Alfredl Alfred
how wrong, how rash this is, why did
you Gomez"
"They are oil away; your father
saw at the committee. room, and when
| found that you had not gone with the
water party l could not resist. Don't
blame me, Lucy, am TOO wretched; bui
Leon, where is he?"
with the boys, dare say; went
up to his room just now, but he was not
there, but We need not mind him."
"rell me, Lucy, has you father spo
ken yet?'
"Iie told me this morning that you
had confessed--that you begged that
my engagement with Mr.. Devere might
be broken off
"And what did you say?'
"What could | say, Alfred7 the mar.
riago must go on; it is too late 10 draw
draw back now"
"Even if you would" he said bitter
ly, finishing the sentence for. her. She
sighed, and vivid crimson flushed her
cheek.
"TeIl me-" be said, pressing his lips
and bis forehead upon the white hands
he held, "cannot you sacrifice ambition
TO love? Is your heart so cold, Lucy
that you will marry this foreigner and
leave mo TO GO mad or die?'
"You will do neither, Alfred" she
said calmly; "pcople do not die go easi
ly, or'go mad either. You will suffer-
know, so shall /; and yet-yet what
Listen Alfred, seriously" she said
drawing her hands away from his
you have cried out bitterly against my
ambition, | grant that have il. Iii
be a sin, then / am the greatest of sin
ners," and she lifted her beautiful head
proudly. 81 have been ambitious fol
years-tbe world has made me so. II
had met you years ago, when | was .
simple hearted girl, should have tho
it no sacrifice to marry you; now | con
fess that l should"
lie started to his feet impatiently
but she imposed silence upon him with
wave of her hand.
AWAIT, hear me through, know yor
think me excessively heartless, and, per
haps, | may bo. Then again, the worlc
has been 10 blame; Lucy Forrest as sh,
was would have loved you dearly; Lu
cy as she is"
"Oh, do not say she does not care fol
me; anything but that" he murmured
hiding his face in his hands.
mo, my poor Alfred, will not; sh,
does care for you; it would have beer
far better for her if she had never me
you; but reflect little upon my posi-
ton. | want to be rich and powerful
l want to go abroad, and 10 visit al
those lovely countries Of which hav'
dreaped since my childhood. You-csn
not crafty these desires; Mr.. Dever,
can, and 30 i marry him.
"Hcartiessr'
"Ah, yes, you would not love mo long
Alfred, l assure you;. ! au . differen