Oregon Republican. [volume] (Dallas, Or.) 1870-1872, 1871-03-25
THE BRIDAL WINE CUP.
A TRUE STORY.

Pledge with wiue-pledge with
wine," cried the young and thoughtless
Harry Wood. Pledge with wine, ,
ran through the brilliant crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale-the
decisive hour had come She pressed
her white hands together, and the bri>
dal wreath trembled on her pure, white
brow; her breath came quicker, and her
heart beat wilder
"Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples
for once" said the Judge in low tone,
going toward his daughter, the company
expects it. Do not seriously Infringe
upon the rules of etiquette in your
own house act as you please but in
mine, for this once, please me"
Every eye was turned toward the
bridal pair Marion's principles were
we'll known Harry had been con-
vivialst, but of late his friends had no
ticed a change IN his manners-a differ
ence in his habiss-and tonight they
watched him to see, as they sneeringly
said, if he was tied down to a woman s
opinion so soon.
Pouring a brimming bcaker, they
held it with tempting smiles towards
Marion. She was very pale, though
more composed. and her hand shook
not, as smiling back, she gracefully ac-
cepted the crystal bumper and raised it
to her lips. But scarcely had she done
so, when every hand was arrested by
her piercing exclamation of Oh how
terrible !"
What is it?" cried one and all,
thronging together, fer she had slowly
carried the glass at arms length, and
was fxedly regarding it as though it
were some hideous object.
Wait" she answered, while an in,
spired light shone from her black eyes,
wait, and l will tell you. | see" she
added, slowly, pointing one jeweled fin
ger at the sparkling, ruby liquid. "a
sight that beggars description. And yet
listeu-I will paint it if l can. 1t is a
lonely spot; tall mountains clad with
verdure rise in awful sublimity around,
a river runs through, and bright flowers
grow to the waters edge. There is a
thick. warm mist that the sun seeks ia
vain to pierce; trees, lofty and beauti>
full, wave to the airy motions of the
birds. But there group of Indians
gather. They float to and fro with
something like sorrow on their dark
brows and in their midst lies manly
form, but his cheek. how deathly pale
his eyes wild with the fitful fires OF
fever! One friend stands beside him
nay, | should say kneels, for he is pill.
lowing that poor head upon his breast
"Genius in ruins Oh! the nigh
holy looking browl Why should death
mark it, and so young? Look how he
throws the damp curls! see him CLASP
his hands hear his shrilling shrek,
for life !! mark how he clutches at the
form of his companion, imploring to be
saved Oh! hear him call piteously
his fathers name !! See him twine hi
fingers together as he shrieks for hi,
sister--his only sister-the twin Of his
soul, weeping for him In his native land
See !" she exclaimed, while the
bridal party shrank back, the untastet
wine trembling IN their faltering grasp
and the Judge fell overpowercd upor
his seat. /" See his arms are lifted tc
Heaven! he prays now wildly for mer
/ ovf Hot fever rushes through hi
veins! The friend beside him is weep
ing. Awe-stricken, the dark men NOV
silently away, and leave the living an'
dying together"
| There was a hush in the princel,