Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1870-04-08

And this is the end All the fond hopes
of years to be lost thus Regina, why is
this !?
In low but firm voice, she said;
Bury the past Your future and mine
will never be united Go! leave me!'
Enough, Regina; I go at your bidding,
and at your bidding will hasten to return.
/ know you love me, and will wait until you
say GOMEZ
why have you sent John Warner away?'
asked gentle Annie Seyton Reglna's cousin,
few hours after, when they were alone.
why, you ask me, Annie Seyton ? Are
we not of race proud and old7 Should a
Seyton wed with one inferior? Is the son
of blacksmith worthy mate for me? l
should be continually haunted by returning
spirits of my old ancestors, coming back to
upbraid me. Nay, my heart may break,
but my pride of birth will for ever remain
true and frm,' she answered.
Proudly standing, her beautiful head
thrown haughtlly back, her dark eyes HASH
ing brightly, while on her coral, lips lurked
an expression of scorn, as Annie replied:
He is no ones inferior What his paren-
tage is know not, nor care. | too am proud
and would that my husband, whoever he
may be, shall be Of blood noble and great.
Consider, Regina recall John Warner, and
be happy. He is noble through his own
actions, true and good. These qualities will
be appreciated by his fellowmen. In time
he will be great. The future mus, and will
| accord him that, | feel 1t :?
John Warner? All! [ might have
known it, by that name Yes, Percy ST..
| Clair has told me true And now adieu to
| all thoughts of love with him Perhaps you
could console him, little coz! you have such
an exalted opinion of him said Regina,
| with a slight sheer on her beautiful face
A crimson tide swept over Armies pale
face, then leaving it paler than before, and
telling a secret that she had tried so long to
keep.
Forgive me, Annie, I am not happy
And proud Regina Seyton dropped her
head and wept bitter, hopeless tears.
These two young girls had met with John
Warner, rising young lawyer, two years
before They both liked him. Every one
did His heart yielded to Regina's beauty
and fascinating manner, and poor little An
ME hid her love away deep down in her pure,
true heart.
Before John Warner came in his way
Percy St Clair felt quite sure Of winning
the proud Regina. But after that. witt
great disappointment and modification, he
saw her smiling upon and encouraging th5
young lawyer.
Percy set himself to work to find ou
something against young Warner. But thai
was impossible. He was beyond reproach
At length, however, he gained the informa
ton SO precious to him, namely, the obscure
and humble parentage of his rival He knew
Regina's great pride Of birth, and ne fel
confident of the effect this knowledge woult
have with her. And so true it proved, ane
Percy St Clairs hopes we're high. Thoughts
of speedy success filed his mind.
Three years after, Percy St. Clair's long
perseverance was rewarded. Regina became
his wife. A few days previous to the mar
riage, Annie Seyton was with her cousin
looking over and arranging the magnifcen
wedding dress. The costly vail she hell
admiringly up before her, and then ap
preaching Regina, threw it over her, ant
with skillful fingers placed the orang
wreath over the beautiful brow, and draw
, ing her up to the mirror, said (:
How exquisite, how lovely you look
See, Regina
3 But the proud girls thoughts were ia
7 away back with the past Armies repeate'
words brought her back to the miserabl
present; and giving a deepdfawn sigh,
hasty glance towards the mirror, she tor
the vail from her head, and throwing
down, exclaimed
4 why do you wish to force on me glimps
!. of the hopeless future p his like erecting
the scafold under the eye of the CONDEMNED
criminal And bitter, hooking laugl
t followed her passionate words.
t Regina Seyton, how dare you ia Ike upol
: yourself those solemn VOWS, feeling as to'
do ? Girl, you will perjure your soul! Yo'
still love John Warner
Forget my foolish words Annie. M
doubt shall do very WE'LL Percy loves me
and--I-shall do my duty. So 90 not wor
ry about me-
Enough, my cousin you will not heee
| my warning. But oh ! my heart is Hllsee
With deep anxiety You have chosen YOU
path may it not be one Of endless thorns
You have trampled under foot the love OF
true, noble man. May you be happy
May Percy St. Clair prove worthy Of the
proud race he represents The future must
dac;de hntween thnse two men, You have