The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1866-06-28
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THE BRIDAL WINECUP.
A True Scene.

''Pledge with. wine-pledge with
ne"-cried the young and thought
less Harvey Mood 'sPledge with
wine," ran through the brilliant crowd
The beautiful bride grew pale-the.
decisive hour had come, She pressed
her white. hands together, and the
leaves of her bridal wreath came
quicker, and her heart beat wilder. -
s'Yes, Marion, lay aside your scru-
Piles for once," said the Judge. in a low
tone, going towards his daughter, ''the
company expect it, Do not so seri-
ously infringe on the rules Of eti-
quette; in your own house act as you
please, but in mine, for this once please
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Every eye was turned toward the
bridal pair. Marion's principles were
well known Harvey had been con-
vivalist, but of late his friends noticed
the change of his manners, the differ.
ence in his habits-bnt to night they
watched him to see, as they. sneerfngz
ly said, if he were tied down to a wo7
mans opinion SO soon. no} -. f'....;a-..-
Pouring a brimming beaker,- they
held it with tempting smiles toward
Marion. She was very, pale, though
more composed, and her hand shook
not, as smiling back, she gratefully ac,
cepted the crystal bumper and raised it
to her lips. But scarcely had she done
so, when every hand was arrested by
piercing exclamation of ''Oh how
terriblen' -.t ~-t .@t<sfa r t..-1 H'.f ri
aWhat is it ?'' cried one and all
thronging together, for she. had slow |
ly carried the glass at arms length and
was fixedly regarding it as though it
were. some hideous object. t ar.-,aq
's'.sW att. she answered, while an in
spired light shone from her eyes, s"wait
and will tell you. I see,'}i she added
slowly pointing one; .jewelled finger,
at the sparkling ruby liquid. a sight
that beggars all description and yet
listen, will paint it foryou if can
It is lonely spot, tall mountains,
crowned with yerdure, raise in awful
sublimity around; river runs through
it, and bright flowers grow to the wa
ter's edge. There is thick warm mist
that the sun seeks vainly to pierce;
trees lofty and beautiful, wave. to the
airy motion of the birds; but there a
group of, Indians gather; they fit to
and fro with something like sorrow
upon their dark browsg; and in their
midst lies manly form, but his cheek,
how deathly; his eyes wild with the
fitful fire Of fever. One friend stands
beside him ); nay, I should say kneels
for he is pllowing that poor man man on
his breast. .,.r,,,,,. s,....4 f.,..t-
s'Genius in ruins. Oh, the high,
holy looking brow! Why. should death
mark it, and he SO young? Look how
he throws the damp curls! see him
clasp his hands! hear his thrilling
shrieks for life, mark how he clutches
at the forms of his companions, ,implor-
ing to be saved! Oh! hear him call
piteously his fathers name! !. See him
twine his fingers together as he shrieks
for his sister-his only sister-the twin
of his soul, weeping for him in his ma
tive land. .'5oitaY 'li l.s' iii." fi'-.f i1riH
II ssSee {" she exclaimed, while the brio
dial party shrank back, the untasted
wine trembling in her faltering grasp,
while the Judge fell overpowered,, Sshls
arms are lifted to heaven he prays
now, wildly, for mercy! hot. fever
rushes through his veins, The friend
beside him is weeping ), awestricken
the dark men move silently away, and
leave the living and dying together"
There was a hush in that princely
parlor, broken by only what seemedto
be smothered sob from some manly
bosom The bride stood upright yet,
with quivering lips, and tears stealing
to the outward edge of her lashes. Her
beautiful arm had lost its tension, and
the glass, with it's little troubled red
waves, came slowly toward the range
of her vision. She spoke again; every
lip was mute The voice was low, faint,
vet awful1y distinct; she still fixed her
sorrowful glance on the wine cup.