The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-09-06
LiIia's ExplhtloH,.
BY Mrs. 5. coluSNE siMLEY.

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for Myitie--she Is tired aud sleepy. ''
The voice of my child f.ll upon my
ears as the far off chime II silver bells,
and who had never neglected its
taintest e;lll--toreot to rssAoud.
Sing, mamma. sing. filllh Myrtle
will 60 to sleep and trouble you 10
more.r The sweet tones broke not
the numbers of the magic charm that
was upon earthly things seemed
far away-and the enraIasaed joys OF
Paradise We're opening hsf0e me.
Clayton Holmes sat beside me at the
grand piano, his strong firm lands i'm
prisoned my own, and the bewitcliing
melody Of his voice, as lm poured his
impasSionetl love into mysyilling ears,
drowned even the voice II duty within
my hosonL to which .ypy mothers
heart should have harkeLN. w
Does he love he: Doe1hlc love me?
Ind asked my heart the question Il
thousand times, while err ,sQn bushes
stained checks and brow j think per-
hars | had given the cou less wealth
Of MY heart to one who 6, isea not the
boon.
illf nor, from ont all t. fair wom-
Ell Of Gods creation. lltymd chosen
me to walk beside liim through the
cherkered paths OF life.
He loved me. | ws y Queen
crowned with the wealth oi' His roya!
love, and all other things faded into
nothingncss beside my great uew-
found Happiness.
lie loves me. he loves me 4. was the
refrain of my spirit, the burden of my
song. Looking into the depths of his
truthful eyes, | knew his devotion
was true and pure--a love that would
grow deeper and stronger through
youth, and till with peace and light
the shadowy paths O. Old age.
Oh. glad and joyons In my breast
each heart-string thrilled: and was
happy; not even Lad tie sweet Wild
charms OF early girlhood touched Il
key note Within my bosom that le-
Sponded with sWeeter more extatic
melody.
Sing. mamma, sing"
The little voice had taken 4 harsh,
impatient tone, that Jared upon my
blisSfill charm; and the small fair
hands of my five year old Myrtle
strove to withdraw my own from the
hands 50 reluctant to give them up.
Get away. mamma; Myrtle will
sing for herself" And the small
hands game down with Il sudden vio-
lencc that grated diScoldantly upon
my highly strung nerves.
''Go away, Myrtle! 90 away" |
angrily exclaimed; lyon are a naugl-
ty girl to tease mamma when she has
company. and she viii not sing for
You to night"
mamma loves the big ugly man
better than Myrtle, and Myrtle hates
him. and she shook her little clenched
hands detiantly in the face of my be-
trOtlled.
Blinded with passion. | seized her
toughly by her delicate baby arm and
rang a furious peal. TINT hastily
brought up Lettie, my nursery maid.
Take Myrtle to bed, command
ed. turning coI,lly from the quivcring
coral lips, upon which | lEld never
failed TO press nightly ctrsSes.
4 demon must have POSSESSED me.
for, when she fingered. and again put
up her sweet mouth. shock her of.
and, with one long pleading glance,
my meek. obelicnt Myrtle was letl oil
to her cralle bed.
Hour after hour Of the night passed
away, and Clayton lIoimc, fingered,
never weary of his tale OF love. and
conld gladly have listened forever to
it, rriteration.
We were to he married when tie
May blossoms dropped upon the leaty
bosom Of June, and II visit to Italy,
the sunny land OF poetry and music,
was to be taken in our protIacted tour.
He started when the tiny ormuio
clock chimed the halt hour after mid
night, and with warm kisses upon
lips, cheek and brow, we parted to
meet on the morrow.