Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-06-24

climate dOcs not SUIT me or my husOahu
and childreD-or Desiree. But she gave
her card which bore the name Of Mrs.
Angelo Ryland, New Orleans
a hurry ashore, rush for luggage,
carriage, final fash of Desiree's eyes,
and ,he parting was over.
Mrs. Dunraven and her boy went to
Canada. She was to keep house for her
brother, who was a widower, as she was
a widow, and had young children.
| will not venture TO say whether it is
possible tor little boy of twelve to
tall in love with a girl eight--to fall
in love with her so that the feeling sur
wives long separation, and abdes with
tenacity OF vital power which seems un-
conquerable. But il is certain that little
Desiree had so deeply impressed Eustice
Dnnraven that the memory Of her was
always with him. For a year or two he
kept incessently harrassing his mother
with petitions and prayers to be taken 10
Desrec. Then, as he began to have a
clearer intelligence, ard 10 understand
that Thousands Of miles can separate low,
ing hearts, he implored and pelitioucd
no more but he thought of Drsiree all
the same. Mrs. Duuravcn listened 20
pain aud sadness for she had learned
something which she would not tell as
yet TO her son. One day she happenc
to see an old copy Of New Orleans pa
per at the house OF friend, and turning
lisllessly over its pages, she was shocked
aud grievPd to see III the list Jf deaths
the name Of Desiree Constant, aged nine
years and three months, at the house Of
her uncle, Angelo Ryand, Esq.
She was dead, then, aud the cold,
sharp faced aunt was right after all {.
She was dead, the beautiful, bright eyed
creature, in whom lif. seemed SO exuber-
ent and 50 silent Never had Mrs. Dun
raven seen a creature who appeared to
have bt ell gifted with such lte-power
and row she was dead Those lustrous
black eyes were closed forever never
would the brilliant, noble-hearted womal
be seen on earth whom Mrs. Dunrayer
had mentally looked on when she con
templatel the future Of little Desiree
Dear, lost little creature Earth, lie
light upon her graceful, wiusome form
Mrs Dunraven resolved that she woul(
not yet tell her boy OF the death Of hi
quondam play-fellow. When the dis
ttnctness of his memory should hav,
worn itself away, then she would tel
him not till then.
Two years after their arrival in Cans
da, Mrs. Dunraven and Eustice paid
visit to some friends in New York. On
day, as Mrs. Dunraven was coming on
of IL bookstore on Broadway, Eustic
clutched her dress, and cried, 'Oh, nam
ma, look, look-Dcsiree Then he raj
two or three PAGES on, and cried out
'Desiree =
Mrs. Dunraven looked in the diret
ton which the boys gestures and move
ments Indicated, and saw g carriage driy
ing on, and there was a child's face see
for a moment at the window, which di
cel ainly seem to resemble that Of poor
lost, Desiree. AT least, 1t was the fac
of dark.eyed child, with clustering
dark hair; and the child did seem /
, look eagerly back. But the fact was cas-
ly to be explained. The child, who pro(
l ably bore some liltle resemblance to d.
stree, was doubtless attracted by Eu
tce's sudden gestures. The whole inc
: dent was piteous and pathetic. Mr.
e Dunraven's heart was keenly touched b
= the mournful expression in the face {
her boy, as, disappointed, lie came bac
, to her.
well, dear, you were Mistaken sIl
, said.
Mistaken Oh, no, mamma it va
e DeSiree. | wonder she did not stop til
e carriage! Perhaps now shall never 5,
her again. Why did she not stop I'll
: Carraige?'
But, Eustace, my child, it could ne
l have been DcSrec.
Mamma, don't you think | shoul
e know Desiree? Besides she saw me an
knew me-
: Mrs. Dunraven sh ook her head sadl'
e She saw no use in pursuing the discu
! sion any farther. Poor Eustace VI
D quite perplexed and miserable all Tia
r day. Indeed, the holiday in New lor
s was spoiled for him. There was som
=. thing wonderful in the hold which ii
: recollection of the dai keyed child ha
t on the boy. You might have though
? Hc WAS u luli'S ~" u ioNti lS"'h 'h''S iN'
! lost mistress. At last his mother though
+ it right TO tell him what she knew. II
o certainty of the worst seemed to her lc
likely to be wasting and injurious tha
e the pressure and excitement of barre
I hope. So she gently but firmly brol
!, the news to him that Desiree was dea
He flushed all red with horror at frs
S and his lips and hands trembled; b
i then he broke out with the words:
Mamma, it isn't true. 1t was mi
: take in the paper, or it was Fomeboo
! else of the same name. But it was n
! Desiree / saw her that day in Broa
IL way. and she saw me- Desiree iR ally
: and I'll find her YETI
. Mrs. Dunraven wrote letter TO MI
Angelo Ryland, New Orleans, remindil
! her of their slight acquaintance on t
|, voyage from Europe, and the attcctl'
h Eustace had formed tor Desiree; al
=, asked if it were true that the dear litt
- creature was dead After tie elapse
4 some weeks she received the fpllowil
% answer;