Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1866-02-22

: gian doth the star, for years, ye
: never dared aspire SO much as
touch her hand before; but she, tn
: wealthy, the adored idol Of fash
, ion, cannot love the poor, frienc
less teacher. The idea is impo.
sible!"
81 have loved you since the frs
moment we met" sighed mos
musical voice.
"Then be happy, my son ant
daughter" said the sick woman
with an angel smile. aye have
no relatives on the earth; bereavet
orphans Of the heart, see that W
be everything to each other, al
my spirit will pray for you in it
heavenly homer!' And, worn out
| with the unusual effort the pale In
valid soon dropped off into a seem
ing slumber.
And thus those young and yearn.
ing souls strangely plighted their
faith-there, by the couch of
death, before the dim candle flick
ering on the humble table, and be-
meath the spectral shadows of the
midnight stars, while the winds
of autumn moaned among the
pine tops, and strewed withered
leaves on the roof above their
heads. Was the weird magic of
the hour, or the silent sadness of
the scene, an eloquent emblem of
the coming doom? Alas! every
where, in the most gloomy as
well as the gayest seasons, the
black-winged Fates hover in the
air around their chosen victims,
nor give a sound of warning till
the thunder-bolt breaks, and the
cleaning castle of youth and hope
lies smoking in mass of fiery
ruins!
All that night the lovers
watched, and the sick mother
slept, or appeared to sleep, until
the diamond dawn. But just as
the first refracted sunbeams began
to SOW the azure fields of air with
radiated roses and the flashing
light of oriental pearls, a sudden
change passed over the pallid fea-
lures of the dying-her breast
heaved, and a faint breath fut-
tered on her white lips, then fed
forever with the parted soul! For
her, there was never more either
time, or space, with wearisome
cares, and bewildering heart
breaks, or pains, or pleasures Of
the senses-nothing but the beau
ty of immortal being in the un-
known land which lies beyond the
stars!
On the following day, late in the
afternoon, the funeral took place, !
attended by a few poor neighbors,
and Juliet Hale, with some dozen
of her slaves, from the large plan
tation distant seven miles. But
as the first clod of cath rumbled
ON the coffin with that dull, hol-
low sound, the most unutterably
ever heard by a human
ear, strange incident startled the
persons present. Five men, armed
with guns and pistols, galloped up
to the grave, and one OF them
pointing at the weeping son of the
widow in her bed Of clay, shouted
freely
"There he is: that is the horse
thief!'
The leader of the band instant
ly presented his gun, saying in
savage tones-"S Surrender your
self, william, and accompany us as
prisoner.
Colonel Banks, what means 4
this false charger demanded the
proud Juliet, with flashing eyes.
''Ah! Miss Hale, is that you?" |
replied the red-haired, coarse-iea- ]
bured ruffan, with a look of amaze /
ment. 81 mean that this fellow !
yesterday stole my best race horse t
and for the act | intend he shall {
swing"
"You are altogether mistaken I
as to my motives" replied the ,
youth, calmly. And he related in |
touching terms the necessity and l
power of filial tenderness, which
urged him to commit the reckless ,
Iced. 8 {
"That is no lawful excuse" re- 8
,olted the gambler, brutally. "My I
Selim was worth five thousand
lollars, and Ihad that sum of &
money bet on him for the next t