Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-11-06


and let her tears flow, while Volkmar
stool beside her pale and silent,
The perfect quiet around her soon
brought her TO herself. What had she
done: Had she not wept like child !!
What would Volkmar think of her /!
She fastened to dry her eyes, as she
said:
Il am great baby-pardon me !"
When she looked up at her teacher,
she saw that his eyes also we're filed
with tears, and a joyous feeling, such
as she had never before, thrilled her
entire frame at sight of them. How
much in her own heart and in Volk-
mars manner in moment became
clear to her! She knew now what
made her so love art; she saw, also,
that the brightest day would be dark
to her il She no longer saw the manly
figure OF him who now stood beside
her, and no longer heard his familiar
voice.
Nolimar fixed his eyes on her with
n look almost of despair. He seemed
about to speak, but hesitated, and
finally pressed his lips together, and
nuttering, No. moi" At last he said ,
in hurried tone, as though he would
: fly from some temptation: Lydia, let
Us part; | could not, in any event,
give You lessons after TODAY. Fare
WELL May Heaven be merclful TO us
both. lie was about to hasten toward
the door, but Lydia stepped before
him.
Part part" she cried, part now !?
IL Is no longer posslble"
Noikmar covered his face for a mo-
ment with his hand. and then said, in
4 low measured tone: Yes we must
part" and then, with the energy of
despair, he added: GLOW can |, a
poor unknown artist, aspire to the
hand of rich heiress, and the daugh-
ter of noble house: 1t were mad i.
ness to think of it, Let US part; this
union is impossible r.
Lydia still stood before him, her
hands clasped.
"ilow can you-how can you say
that We must part = sue cried.
Nolkmar grew paler, and seemed
less decided As to the course he should
pursue.
~ on will break my heart said he,
alter moments hesitation. Can |
- bctray the confidence your relations
have rcposed in me? Can reconcile
1t TO my honor, yes, to nv love, to
unite yol. 10 whom the world lies
open, to my uncertain fortunes: Might
You MT some day regret the sacrifice
Ncu had made ut n moment when you
wuc governed by feeling rather than
byrcason:"
Lydia looked Nolkmar full in the
face lor moment, while the tears
chased one another rapidly down her
checks; then, turning away, he said,
in tone full Of feeling.
Farewell, then; those were bitter
! ,-31l-, but forgive you, for YOU can
have no idea how they pain me-"
The Young man watched her intently
r she turned toward her easel, and,
with nervous haste. began to put away
/ hr brushes and paints He stood
motionlcss and undecided for some
minutes. Finally he broke silence by
asking in low, earnest tone:
Lydia, will YOU be mine:"
Nv oli friend paused. She had
rested her head on her hand and seem
ell lost in recollection, until she re-
sumed her narrative by saying.
AMI 50 they were bstrothed.'
Lydia succeeded in quieting all Eolk-
mars scruples with regard to the diff
ference in their respective social posi-
tions. She told him that she was alone
ia the world. that in two years she
would be mistress of her own, and then
could announce her bctrothal without
fear.
Ga one point only the artist was i'm
/ mOvable-that there should be no COM
munication between them during the
two years he proposed to spend in
Italy. Lydia WAS so young, he said.
that she could not know fully her own
heart he would not have her consider
herself As irrevocably bound to him.
Here" said he, when Lydia had fl
naliy accedcd to all his demands, "here,
We will divide this bunch of violets in
two parts rs a SOuceRir of this hour :;
if you, Lydia, should some day come
to think that YOU cannot make me the
sacrifice which you now 50 unselfishly
consent to make, then send these flow
c.s back to me. Not one word of re-
proach shall ever escape my lips. |
will submit to my fate without muir
mur, and the recollection of this hour
Shall be the only balsam for my blight
cd hopes. Will you. also, consent TO
this:"
Il will, nro~'' you will make me
siu..ar promise. And | have no
fears; our poor violets will make no
journeys, but our thoughts will make
many, trust. You will sometimes
think of this hour and-of me, will
you not:" she added, in lower tone.
LAS long as live and breathe !" the
young artist replied.
1t was evening. Lydia stood at the
window and looked dreamily out into
the night. The moon shed her silver
rays on the dark foliage of the garden,
and made the pebbled walks appear
like white, shining ribbons. The
crickets chirped gayiy in the grass, and
on the farther side Of the garden q
nightingale began his evening song
Slowly one light after another in the
neighborhood was extinguished, until
the one that flickered in the mansard
hard by, alone remained.
And now the window yonder opened,
and, through the fowcr-perfumed air Of
that still May night, came the words to
Lydia's car, sung by rich tenor voice
''Du bist das suisse Feuer,
| Bist meine Seele, du,
Won allen meinen Gefuhlen!
Sch af7 suss; was whilst du hinZuT'
Literally: Thou art the sweet fire ;
thou art the soul of all / feel Sleep
| Swpptjv What wilt fhou p,ora y, afc