Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-02-09

qer heart, the Lilly dropped her head
and sat down on the summit of q knoll,
repeating. Where in the world shall
we build our Temple ?"
"Ah have you already asked your
selves that question 2" said their COM
panion, his shaded features growing
even gloomier with the smile that dwelt
on them; "yet there is place, even in
this world, where ye may build it,
While the old man spoke, Adam
Forester and Lilias had scarelessly
thrown their eyes around, and per-
ceiyed that the spot where they had
CHANGED to pause possess, quiet
charm, which was enough adapted to
their present mood of mind. It was q
small rise of ground, with certain
regularity Of shape, that had perhaps
been bestowed by art; and group of
trees, which almost surrounded it,
threw their pensive shadows across and
far beyond, although some softened
glory of the sunshine found its way
there. The ancestral mansion, wherein
the lovers would dwell together, APP
peared on one side, and the lived
church, where they were to worship,
on another. Happening to cast their
eyes on the ground, they smiled, yet
with q sense of wonder, to see that q
pale lily was growing at their feet
1--WE will build our Temple here"
said they, simultaneously, and with an
indescribable conviction that they had
at last found they very spot.
3 Yet, while they uttered this exclama-
ton, the young man and the Lily re-
turned an apprehensive glance at their
dreary associate, deeming it nardly pos
sible that some tale of earthly affection
should not make those precincts loath-
some, as in every former case. The old
man stood just behind them, so as to
form the chief in the group, with his
sable cloak mufAing the lower part of
his visage, and his sombre hat over
shadowing his brows. But he gave no
word of Dissent from their purpose;
and an inscrutable smile was accepted
by the lovers as token tina here had
been no footprint of guilt or sorrow, to
desecrate the site of their Temple of
Happiness.
In little time longer, while summer
was still in it's prime, the fairy struc-
ture of the Temple arose on the summit
of the knoll, amid the solemn shadows
OF the trees, yet often gladdened with
bright sunshine. It was built of white
marble, with slender and graceful pill
lars, supporting vaulted dome, and
beneath the centre of this dome, upon a
pedestal, was slab. of dark-veined
marble, on which books and music
might be strewn. But there was fam
tasy among the people of the neighbor-
hood, that the edifce was planned after
an ancient mausoleum, and was
intended for a tomb, and that
the central slab of dark-veined
marble was to be inscribed with the
names of buried ones. They doubted,
too, whether the form of Lilias Fay
could appertain to creature of this
earth, being SO very delic lte, and grow
ing every day more fragile, SO that she
loo ked as if the summer breeze would
snatch her up and watt her heavenward.
But still she watched the daily growth
of the Temple, and SO did old Walter
Gascoigne, who now made that spot his
continual haunt, leaning whole hours
together on his staff, and giving as
deep attention to the work as though it
had been indeed tomb. In due time
it was finished, and a day appointed for
q simple rite of dedication. -" <
On the preceding evening, after
Adam Forester had taken leave Of his
mistress, he looked back towards the
portal Of: her dwelling, and felt
strange thrill of fear; for he imagined
that, as the setting sunbeams faded
from her figure, she was exhaling away,
and that something of her ethereal sub.
stance was withdrawn, with each lessen
ing CLEAN of light. With his farewell
glance, q shadow had fallen over the
portal, and Lilias was invisible. His
foreboding spirit deemed it an omen at
the time, and SO it proved; for the
sweet earthly form, by which the Lily
had been manifested to the world, was
found lifeless, the next morning, in the
Temple. with her head resting on her
arms. which were folded upon the slab
of dark veined marble. The chill winds
of the earth had long since gbreathed a
blight into this beautiful flower, SO that
a loving hand had now transp]anted it,
to blossom brightly in the garden of
Paradise. ai 4a9 belH aa8t9 a84 al
But, alas for the Temple of Happi-
ness In his unutterable grief, Adam
Forester had no purpose more at
heart than to convert this Temple of
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