The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1868-10-18


Cur early loves a-a!n
And from communion sweet we fnd
New streugLn 10 g'appe win
The crosses aud thc Durleils Wnicn
our daily lnes must give.
And Hope points us 10 look above
This world VI care anu srlie,
70 that Dest home In heaven above,
Where there's iinnortal he
Where disappointment cannot come,
Nor care. nor gr.e nor pain,
Where we wl liieei IN endless blae
Cur early loves again.
sIBALLA, THE soRcEREs3;
OR,
THE FLOWER GIRL or LONDON.
TALE OF the DAYS or RICHARD cRooKBAcx.
BY PROF. WILLIAM HENRY PECK.
PARIS" COOPER AND GOLD" 1.-THE ExEcp-
zloNER OF vENiCE,n .TuE ArTop
NEY's PLOT" ETC, ETC
CHAPTER !.
TIE FLOWER GIRL
Our story opens In the month Of Nay, 1905 the
second and last year Of brief and bloody reign Of
the lost Of the royal Plan genet line, Richard the
Third Of England.
A. it was the first day Of the nowe.y month the
great OF the ctiLens OF London were abroad In
their holiday attire, and the market places were
thronged with crowds intent upon gayety and plea
sure. 1t was within an hour OF the setting Of the
sun when young man. accompanied by little girl
entered enclosed square, in whose centre lowered
alorty Maypole decked ana crowned with garlands,
and around which danced ring Of laughing youth
Of both sexes. The app a.anc, Of the young man
whom we have just mentioned was remarkable even
amid that animated scene. The plume in his cap
the costly black velvet garments in which he was
attired. and the dark sneathed sword at his thigh
betokencd that their wearer claimed to be of the
gentry.
The little GIRL whose white and tiny hand chung to
his was also clad in garments Of the same hue as
seven or eight years Of age.
A stranger to them would have thought them to
be brother and sister, wearing mourning for the re-
cent death Of some near and dear relative; ana in
this would have erred, Tor between the two there
was no relationship beyond that OF protector and
protected, though they addressed each other o. bro.
ther and sister.
"Ah, Flaydiila," said the young gentleman, after
advancing several PAGES into the green, ~ must not
forget to buy garland for mother and yonder il .
booth where they sen"nowers."
"And here is one, b.otner Mortimer, not 50 far,n
replied the little grl holding back and pointing to
another booth. 'Iesde that one has an ugly old man
lady.n
THE flowers will not be less sweet and beautiful,
Flaydllla II sold by The ugy Old man, said Morti-
ner, with grave SMILE ba, hating and turning to-
wards the flower booth spoken OF by Flaydila
As his glance upon the face Of the occupant
OF the booth he grasped the little hand he held so
tightly that Flaydla looked up in surprise.
"what is the matter brother Mortimcr'" she
asked as she saw his features suruscd with burn
ing blush, and then grow suddenly pale, while his
hand trembled violently. Are you M"
lie did not Immediately reply, but kept nis eyes
upon the maiden In the flower booth, who, on per-
ceiving him, had instantly turned her back toward
him, as to avoid recognition
.'Can 1t be Laurettas" muttered Mortimer half
aloud, as an expression Of uorhcation clouded his
features "Lauretta, exposing her beauty to the
rude and licenticus stare OF a market place No. ii
cannot be. Yes that her face. Why does she
not turn her features so That can see thcm' IL v
her FORM"
He advanced toward the booth, with his eyes rxed
upon its occupant, who seemed determined that lac
should not see her face unless he approached very
near But as he reached paused before the table
upon which her wreaths and gariands were spread
she turned and faced him suddenly.
..Ahrr he exclaimed, "Lauretta horer rhcn, see
ting that the maiden seemed ready 70 sink with
shame while tears stole from her beautiful eyes, he
added, In q gcntler tone, AT least know that you
are not here OF your own Tree Will"
"oh, l would rather be In my grave than IN tins
oubc Mace Mortimer ~ replied the fower.giri In a
trembling voice, whose agitation could not conceal
Its melody. "You do not know how | have Ueen
threatened nor with what. oh, e is dreadfuln she
sdded ma abe covered her lovely face with her bean