The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1869-07-16
Che ;sessltarirtta Spf'lraal.
Marietta. Georgia.
Friday Morn, Juiy l6. 1860.
FORGOTTEN.
A CHAPTER OF HEART HISTORY.

A CHAPTER OF HEART HISTORY.
Yes, | was betrothcd to Paul Edge
worth; and, as look at the ring, ] kissed
it again and again. Every loving I'M
pulse of my heart seemed to awaken /;
and oh, how | longcd for him to be with
me forever, that might never cease OK
pressing my love in tho many fond words
a true, tender heart can invent. The
hours spent with him were scarcely to be
called time, SO swiftly they flew; and
when he left me, his ever caress and en-
dearing word was remembered again and
again--n,y Paul, my idol!
For three months we were continually
in each others society; for was WISH
ting his sister, Clara, and she, half sus-
pcctcd our affection for one another, was
ever contriying to leave us together
It was always Paul who was selected
to accompany me if we wore going to
ride, although she had three moro broth
ers who would have been called equally
entertaining. If by chance ono of them
invited me to 60 anywhere, they were
sure to ascertain that Paul was not near
to hear. This l did not at first notice,
though, as it became more and more evil
dent that was dear to him, inwardly
thanked them for their generosity.
But it could not always last; and |
found my sunshine suddenly turned TO
darkness when one day received a let
ter from home, in which my mother
wished me to return Immediately. was
arranging bouquet for Clara in the sum
mer-housc when lreccivcd the letter from
Paul's hand. a#
"Thcrc's good news from home, pet;
what will you give me for til" he said,
Iaughingly, holding the letter little too
high for me to touch it with my fingers.
"Give you! Why, what do you de-
serve for tormenting me sol" eee
"This, little one."
And snatching kiss from my upturn-
cd, face he throw the letter into my lap,
and sat at the farther end ofthc summer
house, saying lie could be good for ten
minutes, while enjoyed my letter; which
promise he kcptb by throwing roso-lcayes
at me. Al
| broke the seal with beating heart
thinking how happy would make my
mother when ncxtI wrote, by telling her
Of our bctrothal. CHANGING at the date, |
exclaimed, "Why, this has been long
time coming, twice as long as usual"
Then, without looking up, began to
read. I zHIslra
Attic first line my heart stood still; and
Unjust have turned pale, for Paul quickly
came to my side, and placing his arm
around me, inquired anxiousiy, "What
is it darling 7" s45 u3f IS 4aa
ooh, Paul, 1 must leave you-7leayo
you and all this sweet summer happiness,
and 60 TO my home SO far away and
there comes over my heart a PRESENT.
ment that we shall never meet again if !
60 now"
"Thcn do not go, my darling; stay
with me; be my own sweet bride now.
Why need few years make any differ
cnec, even if you did promise not to
marry antii Of agcf A bad promise is
better broken than kept
"No. no; l cannot"
And the tears would come in spite of
every effort to subdue them; but Clara's
merry laugh as she came down the path
to the arhor, disturbed our sweet com
munion, and flushed with the exercise of
running from Pauls Newfoundland,
Dante, she bounded into the arbor, and
threw herself down at my feet, complete
Iy exhausted. Paul rose silently; and
the seat where he had been sitting, Clara
soon took; throwing her arms around
me, calling me softly, "Swcet sister,
Not until her words called fresh before
me my great SORROW; did she see that
there was something amiss, as my tears
flowed unrestrainedly, when | lad my
head in her lap and told her all; and she
wept With me. :, a.,
Then there came into my heart all the
former prcsentimcnt. Why was it p
Soon must bid adieu to all SO dear to
ne, and tho foreboding that 1t would be
forever could not Danish something
told mo that no more would l roam
through those grand avenues shaded with
tall pines, with him; no more would we
gaze on the moonlight shining ON the
waters Of that loved lake by whose side
he had told me his love, and first called
me Darling"
Oh, that word, sweetest of all to We
man from him she loves! Would my
hearts cry for his love never be answer
ed after we partedg Must forget him
then, or could l hope for bright day
not far distant, when lie would come to
NV home in the North, and take me to
the scenes now so dear to me J
But why finger over our parting -
Every nook and corner where Paul and
7 had ever been together we revisited &
=, .ho ner-house for1he