Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1872-03-15
gelerten Misrel lany.
THE BRIDAL WINE CUP.

pledge with wine-pledge with wine. ="
cried the young and thoughtless Harvey
Wood; pledge with wine ran through the
bridal party.
The beautiful bride grew pale. She
pressed her hands together. and the leaves
Of her bridal wreath trenb bled on ber brow;
her breath came quicker and her heart
beat wilder.
"Ycs, Marion, lay aside your scruples
for this once" said the Judge, iu low
tone, going toward his daughter; ''the
company expect it. Do not seriously in-
lEialra 4l.A--..l
own house, do as you please, bat 10 mine
for this once please me. >. $3.50.
Every eve was turned toward the bri-
dal pair. Marion's principles we're we'll
known. Harvey had been convivialist.
but of late his friends noticed the change
in his manners, the difference in his hab-
Iits-and tonight, they watched him to see
as they sneeringly said, if he was tied down
to woman's opinion. 80 soon.
! Pouring brimming cup. they held it
with tempting smiles toward Marion.-
She was very pale. though now more COM
posed. Smiling, she accepted the crystal
tempter and raised it to her lips. But
scarcely had she done so when every hand
was arrested by her piercing exclamation
of 20, how terrible?'
"What is it?'' cried one and all throng-
ing together, for she had slowly carried
the glass at arms length and was regard
ling it as some hideous object.
wait" she answered 'wait and
will tell you. l see." she added. slowly
raising one of her jeweled fingers at the
sparkling liquid, "a sight that beggars al
description and yet listen. will paint
it for you if can 1t is lovely spot; tai
mountains, covered with verdure rise il
awful sublimity around; a river runs
through and bright flowers grow to the
waters edge There is thick, warn
mist, that the sun seeks vainly to pierce
Trees. lofty and beautiful. wave to tht
motion of the breeze. But there a groul
of Indians gather, and fit to and fro will
something like sorrow upon their darl
, brows, and in their midst lies a mani!
form-but his dark cheek has deadl,
look-his eyes are wild with the 6tful fir
of fever.
.sOur friend stands beside him-or,
should say kneeled-for see he is pillow
ing that poor head upon his breast. Geni
us in ruin, is written on that high, holy
! looking brow-why should death mark it
and he so young? Look, how he throw
: back the damp curls See him clasp hi
; hands! Hear his shrieks for life, as b
!, clutches at the form of his companion
: inn ploring to be saved Oh. hear hir
: cali piteously his fathers name; see hir
twiDe his fingers together, as he shrek
for his sister, the twin of his soul-weeI
r ling for him in his distant native land
q See," she exclaimed. while the bridal pal
! ty shrank back. the untasted wine trem
: bled in their grasp. and the deacon fe
e overpowered into his seat-''see, his arm
e are lifted to heaven; be prays, how wildl
he prays for mercy! But fever rusht
r through his brain, The friend beside hil
e is weeping. Awe stricken, the'dark me
If move silently away. and leave the liviD
4 = and dying together"
V There was hush in that princely pa
k Ior, broken only by what seemed smotl
: cred sob from some manly bosom. IT
ie bride stood yet upright, with quiveriu
10 lips and tears streaming into the outwal
re edge of her lashes. Her beautiful ar
y had lost it's extension; and the glass. wi
re re it's little troubled waves came slowly t
h ward the range other vision. She spol