The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1869-02-06

III Which his happiness Was sealcd-and
both were desolate. But in the world
OF the past, Von Leisten, though more
lrrevocably lonely, was more TRANQUILITY
blessed.
Tae Frayherr released the entran-
ced spirit OF his friend, and babe
him follow back the rays Of the moon to
the source ofhis agitation.
A smile erept slowly over the speake err s
lips.
In an apartment flooded with the sill
yer luster Of the moon, reclined, in an
invalld's chair, propped with pillows, a
woman OF singular though most fragile
beauty. Books and music lay strewn
around, and lamp, subdued to the tone
of moonlight by an orb OF alabas.cr,
burned beside her. She lay bathing her
blue eyes in the round chaice Of the
moon. A profuson of brown rinelets
fell over the white dress that envelopcd
her, and her oval cheek lay supported
on the palm of her hand, and her bri
red lips were parted. The pure yet pass
ionate spell of that soft night possessed
her.
Over her leaned the disscmbodied spirit
OF him who had once loved her, praying
to God that his soul might be so purified
as to lninsle unstartingly, unrcpulsively,
in hallowed harmony with hers. And pres
emily he felt the coming of angels toward
him, breathing into tho deepest abysscs
of his existence a fearful and purifying
sadness. Aud with a trembling aspira-
ton of grateful humility to his Maker,
he stopped to her forehead, and with h is
impalpable lips impressed upon its snowy
tablet u kiss.
1t seemed to Eve Gore a thought of
the past that brought the blood suddenly
to her check She started from her re-
cliniag position, and, removing the OBJ
scuring shade from her lamp, arose nd
crossed her hands upon her wrists and
paced thoughtfully to and fro. Her lips
n,urmured inarticulately. But the
thought, painfully though it came,
changed unaccountably to i melancholy
sweetness; and, subduing her lamp
again, she resumed her steadf,st gaze
upon the moon.
Ernest knelt beside her, aud, with his
invisible brow bowed down on her hand,
poured fourth, in the voisless language
OF the soul his memories Of the past, his
hope, his repentance, his pure and pas
And thinking she had been in a sweet
and power, Eve wept silently and long.
AS the morning touched the east, slum.
Der weighed upon her moistened eyclids,
and, kneeling by her bedside, she
her gratitude to God for a
heart relieved of burden long borne,
and SO went peacefully to her bed. =
1t was in the following year, and in
the month of May. The gay world of
England was concentrated in London,
and at the entertainments of noble houses
there were many beautiful women aud
many marked men. The Frayherr Won
after years of absence, had ap-
p cared again. His mysterious and un-
deniablc superiority of mien and infu-
cnce was again yielded to, as before, and
q gain brought to his feet the homage and
Difference of the crowd he moved among.
To his inscrutabic power the game of
society was easy, and he walked where
he would through its barriers of FORM
He stood one night looking on at
dance a lady of noble air was near
him, and both were watching the move
ments of the loveliest woman present.
creature in radiant health, apparently
about twenty three, and of matchlcss
facination of person and manner. Won
Leisten turned to the lady near him to
inquire her name, but his question was
arrested by the resemblance between her
and the object of his admiring curiosity,
and he was silent.
The lady had bowed before he with
drew his gaze, however.
81 think we have met BEFORE" she
said but at the next instant a slight
flush of displeasure came to her check,
md she seemed regretting that she had
spoken.
aPardon me-" said Won Lieston, 'but,
f the question be not rude, do you re-
member where 2"
She hesitated moment
~ have recalled it since I have |
poken," she continued; "but as the re-
of the person who accompan
ed you always gives me pain, would /
willingly have unsaid it. One evening
asst year, crossing the bridge of the Lima,
you were walking with Mr.. Clay.
Pardon me; but, though I left Lucca,
With my daughter on the following morn
ng, and saw you no more. the association,
n your appearance, nau inprlnIeo the
on my mind.
"And is that Eve Gore 2" said Won
4eisten, musingly gazing on the beauti-
ul creature now gliding with light step
o her mott er's side.
But the Freyherr's heart was gone to
lis friend.
AS the burst of the waltz broke in up
IN the closing of the quadrille, he offered
lis hand to the fair girl, and, as they
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