The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1869-08-25
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IfuptlnS your feSerle. but Won are some
what selfish in your walks" said tire
gentleman, as he joined her. 4 Slight
lparlcying Of words MAS for some time
tcarried on, when the conversation grew
more earnest. AribnrT Lee was a noble.
Specimen of manhood; tall and finely
formed, be seemed born to sway hearts,
and yet here was; one that he wouli
give his life to gain, and it was denied
him. He1pieatled long and earnestly,
but Amy told him Of her love for an.
other. and. gertlv as size could, assured
him tliatsit panied her to hear him talk
$50, aud begged him to leave her, Aud
again the light faded away frmn tho
rivers breast. and the darkness .nveI-
,oped the world with its countless num-
Der of breaking hearts; and only God
knew all. 'sp9i x ~3 84tt
The days passed on, md one bright
summer morning Amy was sent for to
visit Il sick friend who was longing in
tenseiy tsisen her. But what a chang..t
No one would recognize in the faded
cheek and listless eye the blooming
face that looked up from the little gold
locket; yes. 1t was Roberts 1--we. I'll,
idol Of his life; dlaaeaislIins an Il sick
bed, dsinsinefliaps, aaiia yet his strong
affection oepalda araii IllerEnouaht.s Il
am so glad yea- have eanier dear Amy.
she Muri,ured, sstlfere is Something
want to tell you: fkpewsI anndyins,
but 4 shall be rejoiced, fur eartlrfns no
more pleasure fuis use.afCmnt nearer.
Amy;ana iiold M assuls sw l1il,s tell
yeh the secret thateis saii ing nIys lifc."
She drew from her bosa,r n little mack
age, opened it, and took from thence a
faded. rose. Amy % dosgo,encmcmber
the hirtlmight party yotsl;liwhcnlyon
We're sixteen szaTi,at night ArihuriLcc
plucked this rose from YOUR favorite
b'sl5 held it asllile,, then dropped ii.
! picked it mp, and witithe love feel
for him. have laid it next my heart.
where it. has rwithered like; my lite
Amy. he5tovcs you; When yM are
both happy together, think sometimes
of the dying girl whose love faY him is
beyond the grave. rsgas bra seamg44
81 Amy i~wed her head, and ,sabbed
bitterly, Hoi S8s b89b BalsRsfs fis
] sDear friend, "s;slel faltered, s1.r do
not love him, I can never. love him -
and with q sud heart she told alt tho
sorrowful story. This is the way of
the world. Itwere better if we could
only love those who would love us in
retnrn; but we go through life Know
ing not, mar caring for, the love that is
given us freely, hut signing for that
which is never to be ours And so. the
poor, faded face that had looked So
blooming in the little gold 1ocket, went
to sleep wills the dead rose clasped
inextii,s heart, and the mighty love of
a strong ,nan buried in its cof1r.-
Amy's truthful eyesshed many bitter
tear over the fowercstrewn srave,i for
she knew it was a double burial that
calm summer evening. aud that wli she
cared for in life WAS there Underneath
the sod. Arthur Lee came sometimes
to look 'tpon the grave; but never knew
that Itcentainfdi the secrets otsthree
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J iPlis is The. way af the wdrld. and d
sad, sad Tray itlis.o We5ali ma vssooier
iortaterfindla grave fs,,S q dead love.
and go there ta4 mourn our buried
hopes. h,'s e X. anf EDITH LEE.