The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1865-06-14

9leePeI- Gun dreamed sne on-stlI played the
dnpes on her cheek. And be- bending over
her with dreamy eyes and clasped hands, drink
ing in her perfect loveliness, vowed that " her
she should awake his fate should be decided -
Presently those silken lashes began to disclose
their hidden wonders-her bosom rose and fell
in quick succession. She murmured. NY mas
ter, my sunlight, come back to me-"
"Mlgnonne, my love, my precious Maggie,
have returned, never more to leave unless you
send me away.
With cry Of alarm, she, now fully aroused
started to her feet
Mr. Seymour, how came you here?" Het
accents were almost stern Her maidenly mod
esty had taken alarm. How long had be been
there What had she said that should call forth
such words2
Maggie Bane, you remember five years ago
when brought you to this place? have loved
you since that hour. Then loved your strange
beauty-noW | worship you. Maggie, darling,
turn not away from me. | know your secret,
weary one Come to the arms that would ever
shield you from harm-come.n He opened his
arms and fastened those mesmeric ewes upon
her. when she, yielding to her own wayward
heart with-"I come" was soon folded in close
embrace to his throbbing heart.
Much was said, on his part during that long
interview to overcome what slight reluctance
she felt to such a course; but when they parted
it was with promise, on her part, that on the
morrow she would 60 with him to a new home;
and on his, vow that it should be the study Of
his life to make her happy Ye who have been
brought up IN the light of home and religious
inhuences-ye whose heart is subserVient TO a
cultivated will-ye cool headed, loving only
when ye will, able always to govern that love,
blame not this child OF impulse, uneducated, un-
trained Maggie Bane She knew no higher di-
yInlty-she asked no higher happiness than to
sit at his feet, drinking deep draughts of love
from those clear blue eyes. He had acconpa-
MED his wife to Saratoga, and mingled with the
gay and beautiful; but ever turned his thoughts
homeward, mentally contrasting the beauty Of
those around with that Of Maggie, thinking how
proud he would be to iave her ever by his side.
One day his desire to see her was so strong,
that, telling his wife business of importance
called him to the city, he returned, and we have
witnessed their meeting.
The following day found our heroine the mis-
tress of Martin Seymour Esq,-a man who
attended church constantly and was looked up-
OH as a model husband Beautiful were the
gded bars of the cage in which he imprisoned
his beautiful fate. willing prisoner She
gay as a lark-her only sorrow the frequent ne
cessary absence of her lover, for Mr. Seymour,
in the eyes of the world was still without re-
proach. When Mrs. Seymour returned she
wondered what had become of Martins protege;
asked few questions but none could tell OF
her whereabouts. In the whirl of her giddy
life the poor servant girl, of whose beauty she
had often been Jealous, was soon forgotten-
Her husband was away much Of the time; that
did not trouble her-she cared only for his purse
CHAPTER VI.
Behold the beggar girl of Broadway in a room
splendidly furnished, dressed with exquisite
taste. a rich black silk falls in heavy folds at
her feet. Rubies flashed amid the glossy braids
of her purply black hair A loose drapery
sleeve open to the shoulder displayed an arm
of which sculptor might have dreamed She
was standing by her harp; one little ieweed
hand PLAYED lightly with the cords; glad smile
parted her lips as she listened to the praise OF
her teacher and lover. Two years had she been
an inmate of this spacious room. Mr.. Seymour
had kept his vow. He had spent his leisure
time in training her untutored intellect Him
self proficient iii music he had given her in
structions upon the piano and harp, and a Won
derfully apt scholar she proved to be. How in
defatigably she applied herself to practice when
he was away He will be so pleased if can
master thisn-tl now he could learn her no
more; the scholar was equal to the teacher. He
had not confined himself to music Books he
obtained, which she greedily devoured She
early evinced passion for poetry and on this
day she had tremblingly placed in his hands Il
manuscript begging him to read He complied.
As he read, surprise, pleasure, pride, were writ
ten upon his face.
''My beautiful one did you write this27
My first attempt. Pardon its errors"
'''Tis beautiful as is everything you attempt"
a am pleased that you like it. Oh Martin
am very, very happy; yet at times hear
still, small voice within, saying, you are not
his wife" [ tremble as listen Is it because
I am Jealous Of the wife of your house No,
It's not that, for know she has No place in your
heart
'.Fie, charming Maggie? wife of my heart,
my home; you should not listen to the trouble
some voice Bid it be silent; for, Maggie, mig
nome, I shonId be very miserable without you
Sing to me, sweet one, for l am sad tonight"
A GLAss WEDDIEG.-OfIate we have had vari-
Gus kinds of weddings-woOdena at the end Of FIVE
years from the commencement Of matrimonial
life. glass in fifteen; china or crockerY in twenty