Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1866-08-17

but that other look did not seek to ex-
plain.
There had been light fall of snow. It
seemed as if winter had come in NOvcm-
ber. But in few hours this aspect van
ishcd; the SNOW melted like dream the
zenith was deep, molten blue, transfused
with the pale sunshine which is only seen
in Indian summer; "A tender mist crcled
the horizon with a zone of purple.
could not stay in the office that afternoon,
so infinitely sad, so infinitely lovely. put
aside the law-papers which had been ar
ranging for case in which | was first to
appear before ajury and make my maiden
argument Tie air, soft as that of sum
mer and scented with the indcscribable
perfume OF perishing leaves, came to me
through the open window, with u message
;callng me abroad; took up my hat. step
lped out upon the pavement. and wander
ing along the avenue in the direction of
the house went in upon the lawn. / had
thought to go out in the open country for
IA long walk but my heart drew me and
held me here. The language of all beauty.
and of infnity itself, is love. The divine
melancholy of music, the deep Tranquility
of summer moons, the softcncd splcndor Of
autumn days. haunting one with inclfabls
joy and sadness is the name of all
this varying demonstration of beauty, but
love!
| walked beneath the trees slowly. my
feet nesting among the thicky strewn
leaves, ana pressing II faint aroma from
the moist earth. To and fro for a long
time | rambled. thinking no tangible tho'ts
Int my soul silently filling all the time
] Il g. f,1
the back of the lawn. extending around
and behind the flower garded, was little
ascent, covered by grove of ems and ma.
plies, in the midst of which was a summer
house which had been a favortc resort OF
Eleanor. Hitacr finally bent my steps,
and seating myself, looked mu>ingly upon
the lovely prospect around and beneath
me. The rustic temple opened toward
the river, which was visible from here
rolling in It's blue splcndor across the ex-
uusite landscape. There Is Il fascination
in water which will keep the eyes fixed up,
on it through hours of rcvere; sat there,
i. nindfdl of the near mountains. the purple
mist. the white ships, the busy village, but
gazing only at the blue ripples forever slip
ping away from the point of hly ohserva-
ton. My spirit cxhalcd like the mist and
a a'ccndcd in aspiration. My grief aspred
and arose in passionate prayers, to the
white throne of the eternal jusiicc-itarose
i'll tears, cthercalzcd and drawn mp by the
rays from the one great source and sun-
the Spirit of love. prayed and wcpt for
her. No thought of myself mingled with
these emotions.
Suddenly chill fell upou me. start
: ed to perceive that the sun had set. y
band of orange bel,cd the west. AS til,
! sun dropped behind the hills the moon
. came MP in the east 1t seemed aS ii hen
: silver l-sit frosted what it touched; the
air grew sharp, thin. white cloud spread
itself over the river. | had sat there long
enough and was forcing myself to "a con
sciouSncss of the fact. when saw some
one coming through the flower garden and
approaching the summer house.
The blood paused in nv veins when
saw that it was Eleanor. The sunset YET
fingered, and the cold moonlight slone full
on her face. | remembered low | had
seen her. that last time but one. glowing
and flushing in triumphant beauty, attired
with the utmost skilled coquctry of IA Young
woman, who is clad of he: charms because
another prizes them.
Now she came along the lonesome path.
between the withcrcd flower beds, clothed
in deepest black. walking with feeble
step, one small white hand holding the sa-
bic shawl aero IS her chest. Il long Grape
vale thrown over her head. from which hel
face locked out white and still.
A pan@ like that of death tranSiiyed me,
as gazed at her. Not one rose left in the
garden of her ycung life The ruin through
which she walked was not complcte-but
this garden would rcsurrect itself in the
month of another spring-whilc for her
was no spring on this side of the grave
Not one tint on the snowy check the dim
pies and smiles had hed--thc lips pressed
iarether-tne brow like marble. If mar
Bile could waste away, she was ike glori
ous statue grown thin aud wan. The tros
tv air, the pure moonlight, We're not more
cold and white.
slowly she threaded her way, with bent
; gaze, through the garden, out upon tht
: hill side, and up to the little rustic temple
in which she had spent so many happ!
hours with him. When she reached the
grassy platform in front of it. she RAISED
her eyes and swept lance around upoll
the familiar scene. There were no tears
in her blue eyes, and her lips did not qniv
: cr. 1t was not until she had encirclcd The
horizon with that quiet, beamless look
that she perceived me. rose to my feet
my expression only doing reverence to hel
sorrow, for had 10 words
She held out her hand, and as took it
. she said with geutlcneSs-as ii her sweet
ness must excuse the absence Of her for
lncr smiles
".Are You well, Richard lou look thin