The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1871-05-10

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and still he came not! In his plac,
many an other would gladly hav,
wooed and won the still lovely belle
bnt her answer was to all alike. Hear
and hand were pledged to this alag
gard in love,' and might not be re
claimed save at his own request.
In came at last He loved anotlcl
and would fain be set free from HI.
early VOWS Sallie released him, in ;
few cold and quiet words. .,
And then, for long time, lie AM
love seemed alike dying within he,
heart. When health and strength
came back once more, she married Col
onei Machcatli, the wealtIiicst of he.
suitors, and removing to London, en-
| tered at once a life Questionable saiety
there.
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twas FIVE years afterwards, and
when she was in the very hight of hel
beauty and power, that Sarah met
Oliver Clayton once again. He had
returned from California a wealthy
bnt Il lonely man; for his young
Spanish bride had died in their honey
moon, and he had never tried to fill he,
place. Perhaps some vague hope OF
finding his early love free, and unfet-
tered still, had prompted his return t.
his native land. Be this as it may, he
met her for the first time at a grand
ball, and had one felicity of seeing hel
followed and fiattered by half the gen.
tlemcn in the room, and of hearing
that her husband loved her to distrac-
ton, and that her home was "a perfect
haven of peace, and comfort, and rest
On that evening he found it impossi
ble to speak to her. But three nights
after, they met at a private party, ant
he found himself near her, at the en-
trance of the music room, just as sht
had consented to sing. She hai
heard of his arrival, and was therefore
forearmed. If he had expected an,
display of emotion on her part, h
must have been most cruelty disap
pointed.
"Mr. Clayton " she said, with
look of wellbred surprise, and with
out offering her baud is it possible
that you have returned? How delight
ed all your friends must be ~
And she sailed on to the piano with
out another word. He fingered angr,
and yet fascinated to hear her yOic,
once more. She lifted her eyes, an,
saw him standing there. And thi
was what she sang:-
"Close TO my dreaming heart
You stood that day;
The time of my life had come
To hear yea or nay.
! looked in your face,
But YOU Turned it away;
Ana if ever hope had lit my heart.
1t died out that day. ~.
'fYears long and weary -
Have passed since that day;
Love, Hope and Happiness
Have faded away. tiH
Yonr life is your life,
Go you your way
My soul and yonr sonl
Parted that day" +.
Another glance from those great
dark eyes was shot toward him. And
then Mrs. Macheath rose from the
piano, listening laughingly to the
praise of her friends as she drew OF
her gloves. She left the room leaning
on the arm of some distinguished
nobleman. s ii ht3iaf
And as she passed by where Mr.
Clayton was still standing, he heari
her say in answer to some remark
from her escort. sob, no my lord ]
might have sung that song will
proper feeling once But that wal
many years ago. Time works won
ders, as you know, and if l give til,
right expression the words now, it il
but the trick Of a successful actress
Give me credit for nothing more ("
Her dark eyes rested full on tlit
handsome face of her early lover a.
she spoke-rested rs they might hav,
done upon picture, statue, or ever
tinted wall. She gave him quie
little bow of recognition as she passed
but look, and smile, and bow all sait
plainly, eve two are strangers %
Stang and mortified, he rushed
from the room and out of the house
The words of her song still rang il
his ears; and before his eyes rose III
the vision of that little white farm
house up amid the hills, and the darl
eyed girl who stood with him Their
beneath the linden-trees, SO man
years before!
Sand she might have been my wife
Time WORKS wonders indeed :" h
said with a kind Of groan, as he pulle
out his matchbox and lit his warmes
friend--a Mexican cigar!-[ Exchang.
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