The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1874-06-19

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cate, sweet, and beautiful, was Eva Som
crs, a child Of misfortune, parentless am
friendless, cast upon the world. Nobl
as she was beautiful, truthful rs she wa
fair, she had fought the good fight witt
all the world against her. Conspicuou
in public life as every actress is, but co,
as rural maiden of the stage-ambi
tious as youth ever is, with an aim tina
sought nothing short Of the throne, de
string no eminence save that gained by
arduous study and genuine merit. Th'
great dindem. priceless jewel as j
we're, seemed almost within her grasp
the public applauded her efforts, th'
critics praised, and Oft and again thu
perfumed flowers fell at her feet from
some strange but ardent admirer, ant
made fragrant her humble little room
until, rs all things earthly do, they
faded away. Stimulated to renewed
excrtion. she put forth every effort until
the press tecmed with her name and
fame, and the plaudits Of appreciativ,
audiences nightly summoned her befor
the curtain to accept their tribute OF
homage to a child Of genius.
Faults she had none---ioo pure ior
earth she seemed. Proud, beautiful girl,
without counsellor, she worked for bread
and fame, and she won. Alas how
many win neither, and, footsore and
fami.hcd, march on through life while
Others, in the luxury Of ease and the
elation of success, roll down the streets
IN golden chariots, and partake Of all the
fruits and pleasures Of existence. So
wags the world for you the loaf, for
me the crust; for you the velvet and sat
in, for me the rags. BE you the captain
and the private as we march through
the world shoulder To shoulder with
poverty and riches, while we keep step
crime and virtue will touch the elbow.
Why is there no Eden, where in tran
quill delight the good and the innocent
might live secluded from all temptation,
and no evil enter in, and the tempter
never come, Alas it cannot be. The
mandate: Til time shall end, but vale
Of tears this sphere shall be; And with
every joy that fills high the cup We
drink, the dregs at last taste we. The
bead and froth TO top shall rise and NOR
tai elevate TO height of skies, To dwell
with angels evermore, the man who is
but little lower.
The hour came which brought honor
and wealth Of fame, and among those
who sought her acquaintance was one
whom the world had favored. tell not
his name on this fair page. His was a
manly form. pleasing face-all smiles,
which hid the deceit and vileness of hi,
base nature. Eva Somers knew him a:
he looked, no, as he was, and loved him,
lie loved her rs the vulture and hyena
love their weaker prey, and she loved
him as the cooing dove loves its cooing
mate. Hers was noble passion-th,
grand, allengrossing love; his, one
whose deep damnation should melt the
type which tells the tale. The metal OF
the greatest value is often less polished
than the alloy, and he had all the refine
ment Of the pure goh, which caused
him to pass current as does the counter
felt that Oft deceives the adept. He
could not mould her to his purpose, and
then he began that crusade which made
her life a tragic romance, the narration
of which now employs the pen Of one
who knew her well, and would pay faint
tribute to rare purity.
Scandal, with its thousand tongues
ave, twice ten thousand-carried the liz
the city round, and a sensational pres.
took up the chorus against her. With
no bold champion to enter the list
crushed and heartbroken-in her mental
agony whittier would she turng DE,
ceived, betrayed (but, though betrayed,
still preserving her integrity, forsaken,
she fed IRON the sight of man as hees
the frightened fawn before the hunter.
Where could she hide herself so no one
would know her face, nor point out with
scorn and contempt one who had not
erred, but who was burdened with a
weight of obloquy that only the guilty
deserve, yet often escapey Noble girl
would to God that you could have borne
up, and have faced the whole world, and,
conscious of your well-doing, out-lived
the storm!
Stunned as leper, all night long, all
FAY long, day in and day out, night in
and night out, through street and park,
byway and highway, she fled pursued by
despair llither and yon she went and
knew not where, and at last sought the
waters edge, that the winters winds from
off the turbulent ocean might cool her
burning brain and ievered brow. A
maniac laugh escapes her lips; in the
dancing waves which bid her welcome
she will sink all her sorrows. There is
no one to stay her or bid her nay, One
last look at the earth around, at the de-
clining sun and heavens dome above,
and then, with a piercing shrek, as il
her soul went out, she took the fearful
plunge, and sank to rise again, but no
one nigh to rescue. And then she sank
again to reappear, to sink once more,
and to drown as her life bubbled out on