Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1872-09-14

Kissed her, ana Bhe nestled on my
bosom, blushiug and happy, and for
give me. At last she glanced up,
shyly.
But / have confession to make,
she said. You won't be angry ?"
Certainly not, How could l Y
"Promise.
81 promise"
"I is something you ought to
know before | become your wife.
Perhaps-perhaps perhaps - per-
haps it may make you change your
mind.
She hid her face in my bosom
again.
Nothing can make me change
my mind"
"Not if l tell you,' and she spoke
in voice so low that l could hardly
hear her, that was-in loye-be
fore %
I started. Her hesitation, her
whole manner sent a sudden chill
through me Was it but the ashes
of heart, then, that l had won
"You promised" she said hur
riedly, mot to be angry. And it
may make a difference if tell you it
was a long time ago"
"Ah" / cried, forcing a smile,
but no words can describe the tor
tur2.
"But-but-" she resumed, al
kept on loving him. Nay! don't
start-forgive me. 1t was a sort of
youthful dream, you see. He was
my ideal of ,verytbing great and no
ble-my Boyard, my Sidney, my Sir
Lancelot."
Iwlncei more and more. What
was the rack to this ?
"But, darling" (she had never
stopped, but went on, hurriedlyl,
it is YOU | love now-remcmber
that! Only | must tell you all.
worshippcd my youthful fancy till
till the day on the Campagna.
And now | have something to re-
turn to him-not exactly Il love
token, but what have kept as Il
m0mcnto-"
"And you wish me to write him
aud send this-this momento :" |
interrupted curtly, and quite with
drawing from Ler. | came very
near saying "ncvcr.
"If youpleasc, she answered de-
murely, rising and courtesying. As
she spoke She drew from her pock
ct Il small faded bit Of paper, that
had apparently been torn from
memorandum book, and Il thin,
worn, gold pencil case
For an instant ! was dumb with
amazemcnt. / looked at the pencil
case, and then at the merry face,
which was now ripping all over
with fun. Like a flash every thing
came back to me the wild, wooded
hills; the stone farmhouse; the
| lush grasses; the watcr-cresseS; !
saw the shy, bashtul child, with her
miIk-pitchcr. recognized the face
too, at last, in the one before me.
GLOW could | fail to recognize it
before ?" | said to myself, angrily.
All my iealsousy was gone in an in
stant. For it was | who had been
her ideal through all these years it
was | who had been her Bayard,
her Sidney, her Sir Lancelot.
| gazcd like on transfXed, stam-
mering:
"And you arc"
Bashful Boots, " with another
courtesy, and so roguish look, or
BathfuI Booth, as | believe | said
in those days,
Then she told me how it all came
about. She had given my memo
randum to her uncle, who began
Immediately to look for ore, and
was happily rewarded by finding
vein. He was soon arich man.
ave all shared in the good for
tune, said my mistress. " My cou
sin and were sent to the Moravian
school at Bethlehem, and my uncIc's
two sons went to college. We Of
ten thought and spoke of you as our
bcnctactor, she said, nesting close
to me, "and even inquired after you
in the city, but found you had gone
abroad. "
"Three years ago" she continued,
"a terrible calamity befell us My
uncle's health failed, and he was or.
dered to New Orleans for the win
ter. The family all went, except
myself, for remained at Bethlehem
in order to perfect myself in my
studies. There was an explosion
she shuddered all over, "you may
have heard of it-and they were all
lost, father, mother, sons and daugh-
ter"
at was in that way" she resum-
ed, after while, that l came by
the name of V9nberg. 1t was my
| uncle's Che was my mothers broth.
er, aud l was to take it, with the
property, till 1 married for my
uncle, strange to say, as if by a pre-.
sentiment, had made a will for this
very contingency
This is why | never recognized
you" said I. "The name threw me
off the track completely
"That won't do sir" she said,
"for recognized you at once. |
knew you the first day, when l saw
YOU at st. Peters. But woman is
always the most faithful"
Prince Borgia left Rome that
morning for an indefinite period, as
was given out His sudden flight
confirmed our belief that he had
hired a brave to assassinate me.
Some one is looking over my
shoulder as | write:
at is shame to tell all that non