Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-04-29

plans were maze, anu new
beauties were outstretched
along the waysides of life.
Glenwood Dale, the home Of
our fair heroine, was in all its
beauty, for it was one of those
bright and balmy days in early
June when the sun seemed to
linger longer on the old hill
tops kissing the rich green
foliage, and the luxuriant mass
of flowers with his golden
tints; that Harry and Lottie,
wandering beneath the shade of
those grand old elms, which
overshadowed. the grounds, arm
| in arm !; she looking up into
his searching eyes, where it re-
quired no imagination to dis
\ cover a world Of love and faith
and as the rosy flush Of day
faded in the distant West, and
the watch stars opened, ono at
ter another, their holy eyes,
with promised blessing on the
" by and BY when they
should be one in heart and
mind--they saw the magical
future, bright with beauty, fit
| ting before them like star
over the broad shadow of years;
but it is appalling to think how
near to the happiest and most
prosperous scenes of life, stands
the saddest despair
|" For time will come with all its blight /;
The ruined hope-the friend unkind,
The love that leaves where'ro it lights,
a chill or burning light behind "
How little do we think Of
what q day may bring forth,
when wrapped in the imagin-
airy pleasure Of bliss; and how
prone is human nature to think
the cobwebs have all been
brushed from our skies, when
the sunlight has shone on us
for a long time, without an
eclipsing shadow. Lottie was
in a delightful state of mind
making plans for the future,
when a servant approached,
and handed note addressed to
her fair self, she broke the seal
and read as follows:-
'Lottie:-I gave you the love
sof boyish heart, but after
| years threw & shadow on my
brow, that heart grew cold, and
| turned from you. I have no
apology for the step which /
took, nor do L wish forgive
ness. The insult | received at
the party, from your brother,
is remembered, and think me
not one 'to pay my vengence
with few soft words.
. RICHARD.
How coldly and darkly did
the words fall on her young
heart, and as she passed the
! note to Harry she exclaimed,
'ours is a doomed life, and
though he tried to dissuade
her from such fear, he saw the
cypress leaves twining around
her brow, yet to him she be-
came lovelier in her consecrated
coronet of sorrow, Notwith-
standing the forebodings which
preyed upon her, preparation
for the consummation of their
marriage was in progress, and
a grand wedding contemplate
ed-the bridal costume had
been selected-the orange flow
ers were exquisite-the jewels
brilliant, and the flush on the
hitherto pale cheek gave a
more perfect beauty to her ex-
preston than before, still she
felt that earth was too evaneS-
cent in endurance for its enjoy
ment and she bowed at the
foot of the cross to ask a bless
ing, on their lives, and for an
inheritance i'll that Kingdom,
whose dominion is perfect and
enduring; and in this frame of
mind, she threw herself on her
couch, where she soon fell into
q restless slumber which was
disturbed by frightful dreams
of duelliug; in which she saw
Richard and Harry standing
face to face, with unsheathed
sabres flashing in the sunlight
her brother and Percy Clyn-
ton, then editor of one Of the
city journals, were half CON
cealed behind the trunk OF an
old tree, in furious combat, land
then the murmuring sound
all is over, rang a knell which
made her start with q fearful
scream, awaking her to concl-