Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1865-10-16

Il And IL the time that had suficed to ef-
| feet All this was short, remember, gentle
. reader. that time must not be Ieckoned
. nv numerals only. The events Of a day
not nnfreauently change re current d
. q life time; and fne feelings of years are
sometimes compressed into one hours
intense sensation. Well for you, if you
have Dsxer known the truth Of thisl
The work cf Proselytisr now vent
forward rapidly, and her full confession
of love was made, az she fondly beIiev-
ed, to Roman Catholic. Still there
we're many obstacles to surmouut, and
but for that mission to England, she
might have lived 10 look back upon
those moonlight interviews as roman
tic episode of her girlish days. Bat her
lovers arguments were not altogeth-
CIR groundle5; Der faith ia. him was i'm.
| plicft; her father was stern and unap-
proachable, and the flowers hsd hlos-
somed many times over the grave Of the
mother who might have saved her.
They were privately married Two
days afterward Listows informed his
bride that the journey TO England was
indefinitely postponed. Even tbs calIous
heart Of this fsllower Of Buckingham was
touched BY the dslirious Joy with which
sho weIc ymed his words, and sharp,
though transient pang Of unAyaiiing re-
morse made him almost shrink from her
| fond embrace xga4 -
Abont this time the portrait was be-
| gun. Valasquez did NOS know who the
lady was who came secretly 10 sit 10
him, and satisfied 18th having to
paint Que Of the loveIie faces that ar
list ever transferred 20 canvas, did not
inquire. st 10 only head, " soliliqui.
sed the great master" but 10 worthy Of
Immortality, and it shall DO the fnest
creation that ever passed from my PEN
Gil"
What a radiant creaturel" be ex-
claimed, as he stood gazing on his I'M
finished work ona day afterwards, the
hour be expected herNvisit what q
noble browl What q glorious spirit
| lighting up the whole con nte naneei
What life and brilliancy in those eyea
This must be love--and love smiled
upon my Fortune"
"Ths expression Of the eyes was less
bright to-day, thought the painter, as
be contemplated tbs progress Of the pic
ture after the sitter was gone. 81 did
not much perceive II at the time, but /
copied closely the expression that was
there, and certainly the countengnee 10
little clouded 1t may have been my
fault; perhaps Il was my eyes that were
dim At ell events, will be very careful
next time"
PAinstaking and careful, indeed be
was; but the change was now beyond
doubt IL was perceptible as she sat,
and still more Sc in the portrait
The character Of this piece is alter
| ing visibly," thought the artist. "At
the time | thought 1t would have been
the radiant creature my art ever EN-
bodied; bat il will not be so now. Itis
beautiful still, perhaps more beautiful
than ever, bat the expression 10 sad
dened and subdaed."
And thus il was, through faithfully
copying the eyes Of Donna Olivia, that
those Of the portrait grew badder and
sadder until they wore that look Of
mournful tesola'ion so conspicuous 10
them still. Here was the bitterest grief
Of all, more than the grief Of the bride
who AGs lost her love while her faith
was still whole Ia HMM one who has
passed away in the hope and fiush OF
| youth, like an air bat Just begun, the
/ chords ceasug to vlbrate while their
tone was sweetest. She was just beeia-
ming TO doubt her husbands truth and
love. HN%
Soon after their marriage he began TO
tire Of the perpetual hypocrisy seeessa-
~ 10 sustain her belief in bis conversion.
The first moment that doubt OF this
crossed her mind was perhaps the bit.
terest in her life. IL ia difficult for 90 20
realize the exclusive spirit Of Roman
| Catholicism, and the odium associated
With the very name Of hereto In the
breast OF Spaniard, aud above all
Spanish lady of that age. Ia olivia's
case religion bad been the only object
her feelings had fed upon, uRtif she had
seen Listowell. Even the love now para
mount In her heart, had been entwined
with religious thoughts and anxieties,
and reached lie climax with her lovers
conversion. The revulsion of feeling
was terrible, and TO add 10 her misery
she could hardly resist the conviction
l
no" she repeated, she 10 too noble and
too true to have acted thus He thought
he believed. He was blinded by his love
for mel
Whatever that lore might have been,
it soon became too apparent that Il no
longer exercised snch an all potent in
auence. He became irritable and i'm
patient whenever she urged the gu liect
Of religion, and 10 his heart woald some
times say things that stabbed her 10 the
heart The Princes visit was drawing
to . close, and Listowell began 70 talk OF
returning with him, and to urge the
necessity OF deferring the announce
ment Of their marriage for some months
Strange TO say, although Donna Olivia
i keenly felt the insult, she did not resent
it, Her once proud spirit was crushed
and broken. She had staked all upon q
cast, aud heart, hope and energy were
lost together
Still she could scarcely believe that
her husband no longer loved her
When I recall what be has said on
this very spot, il is impossible have
become depressed and anxious ab Sst bis
conversion, and so look at things in q
gloomy light Not love mel Il is inn
possible he should not. viii come to
full understanding with him this night
about the English voyage. II do not
20 with him | shall never live TO see
him again"
There was path arcaed in With
trelliswork that bent beneath the clus-
tering vine. path that led to grotto
where little fountain sparkled and
played in the moonlight, dear 10 Olivia's
: memory, often since. She bad 6rst lis
tened in that spot to her husbands vows
of eternal love; and when wounded to
the heart BY bis neglect, thither bad she
gone to recall the looks and the tones Of
I happier times, hoping against hope,
striving in the recollection of the past
to disheleve the present She was
waiting for him there iAf