Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-10-17

''Hush, NelIie-hush! She is bro
ken hearted. Sheis dying Of grief"
"Auntier'
81 had a long talk with her this
morning. Shall 1 tell you what she
told me2"
eyes. I like story, you know"
"This is a sad one. When I knew
Ellen Wilkins, or, as she was then,
Ellen Lawson, she was enc Of the
brightest, happiest girls in our school,
in full health, with beauty, talent and
wealth, favorite of fortune. Two
years after leaving school she mar
ried a gentleman 10 whom she was
devotedly attached; to this day she
cannot mention him without tears,
and still wears weeds though he died
thirty years ago. Perhaps this is
morbid, but it is true. One year af
ter her marriage she was widow,
and little daughter of two weeks
old lay in her arms, fatherless. This
child became her idol. l cannot
tell you all the love she manifested
in the mention of her name. She
watched her grow to womanhood,
training every impulse of her hear.
to bear the fruit of cultivation an6
education. No voice but her own
taught her, and the fOndest love ex
listed between them, till at eighteen
Myra--her name was Myra-fell in
love. She gave all the pure, true
love of an untried heart to man
who was only flirting to pass away a
summer. Her mother was i'll with
the seeds of the disease that is now
incurable, and Myra was under the
care of friend whose son thus vio
lated the sacred charge. He fiirted
and she loved, and when the summer
ended and they parted without one
word of the love she had believed
her own passing his lips, she dropped
and died. Does this seem unnaturalT
1t is true. Her mother in vaiE
sought to check low nervous fever
that succeeded weeks of forced, fe-
verish excitement, and when the last
hours came, found the long sought
clue to the change in her child. She
died of broken heart, and her moth
er is fast following her to the
grave"
"But men do not die of lover The
words sprang half uncensciously to
Eleanor's lips.
"They may die mental death that
is worse. A man becomes cynical,
hard and cold, may lose his trust and
hope for happiness. Is not that
death, Nellie? Death to the noblest,
purest impulses of nature-death to
hope, death to peace of mind, death
to all that makes life dearest? Nay,
worse; men have so died mentally
from such q sorrow that they have
become unbelievers in the faith of
their childhood, and turned religious
scoffers in the overwhelming bitter
ness of the anguish of such blow"
A long silence fell upon the room.
The moon threw long silvery rays
upon Nellie's face and dress, and
showed the cheeks pale, and the
eyes growing earnest and deep.
After while she whispered-"Go
down, auntie. will join you in our
parlor after little while"
And when she was alone she knelt
down by the chair and prayed
Softly, purely the moonlight mantled
the little figure in its soft snowy robes
of lace, with the flowers dropping
among the curls. The uplifted face
was pale, the raised eyes full of pen
itence and yet hopeful, the white
hands clasped as if in pain, and the
lips moved with whispered petitions
for pardon and guidance.
She was in no mood for the ball
room, so she went to Der aunts pri-
vate parlor. There was no one there,
and again she sat by the window and
looked out on the beach.
"Miss Browning
She had not heard him come In,
but he stood there before her, stern
and pale. She looked up with a
smile, but the lips quivered so that
it was only an imitation after all.
II came to say farewell" he said,
still standing there. 81 am foolish,
perhaps, to seek you again, knowing
now the estimation in which am held.
l had believed you, Eleanor Brown
ing, atrue, noble woman-one whom
to win would make mans life hap
py beyond expression His
voice broke here spite OF all efforts
to be calm. 81 had believed you
oh, Nellie! Nellie! say it is not true.
You have not played with me. 1
have loved you so dearly--so truly.
You are not so false-so tickle"
1t was fearful to see the agony on
that face so calm and grave by ma
ture, to hear the cold voice broken
and pleading as if for life. But he
was shaken to the heart, and Eleanor
was almost terrified to see how he
loved her. He had half turned from
her as he finished his passionate ap-
peal, and she rose to stand beside
him.
81 have done very wrong" she
said, humbly, "but If you will for
give me"
"Nellie-my Nellie!" he said, in a
whisper.
"Yours If you can forgive me"
Forgive is not the word between
us two," he said, as he folded her
closely in his arms. 81 love you
with my heart. Do you love me,
Nellie?"
She lifted her clear brown eyes to
his face, and he read his answer
there.
i ANOTHER REBEL PLor-The Ten
nessee rebels are mooting a plan for
calling convention of their sort, to
change the State Constitution and