The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1878-09-19

with many . Joyous meeting bstssen
Charles and Viola. Together thy
roamed the enchanting fields and suqli.
ing valleys, breathing words o. p
dearment and living in the paradise sof
love. Those were hAicy0n momenea,
but. ~ time il ever passing from uss 20
vanished those summer days from the
lives OF Viola and her lover. Whfn
autumn, with its sombre hues, made -
appearances in the land Charles myss~
riously disappeArsd from A.. kcr
a time his absence excited no alarm ~
tho minds OF any save Violsi but. =
day after day rolled by. and naught
was heard OF him. dilligent search was
finally institated, but its results proyeu
fruitless.
The grief that beialls mankind after
I season Of joyousness ID more poign-
ant thar, sf,y other, Tho non-appaar-
ancs OF Charles Vare deeply grieved
the young spirit of Viola. The love
that she cherished toward him was tc0
intense for her 10 easily forget him.
The lines at sadness bscame palmer On
her Beautiful features, and the qheR2
! tfanaii. that 70 often rang ont. wasshdakd
/ less Frequently. She beheldthe coun-
teuances ct her, friends radiant With
smiles, and felt that they were happy,
but she stood uloof from them. = vic.
tim OF sorrow.
Il was early one evening in Novem-
Der when Viola sat alone in her room,
CASING on the starry night, and listens
ing TO the soughing OF the wind. She
had Just flushed reading that beautiful
and soul. stirring poem--''Evangeline"
and the book now lay carelessly in
her. lap, She was thinking Of those
happy days when he whom she loved
With all the intensity OF her young
heart had rambled with her among the
vales and meadows. She recalled to
mind the words OF devotion that he
had 90 often breathed into her ear, and
she wondered with despondent spirit
il ever she should behold his manly
form. For the fate OF Charles vane
was still enwrapped in mystery, and
that very uncertainty Of his destiny
served 10 keep the hres Of sorrow still
burning in his heart.
As abe sat in her room she needed
not the flight Of time. So absorbed
! was she in meditation that she failed to
detect the entrance of Mr.. St. Pierre
! A hand laid on her shoulder aroused
her from her revery. Raising her eyes
she beheid her father at her side.
How sad you look this evening,
Viola" he said.
II WAS thinking Of Charles" she rev
piled.
"You should not cherish such sor
rowfnl thoughts my child Your grief
can never bring him back. and it only
wears your life away. Cast aside your
sadress, and let me again behold your
soft eyes sparkle With the light Of hap
riness.
ut 10 the uncertainty OF his fate,
father. that causes me to worry so mnch
about him. I wish I, too, we're dead"
"Viols," said the father, solemnly,
! sit is wrong to entertain such thoughts.
We have no right to question Provi-
dence." .-st- -c -.-.... .
She did not reply, aud Mr.. st. Pierre
noticing her abstraction, said: II trust.
Viola, that you'll heed my words, Good
night" -. as--s,-- -
"Good night, papa"
| He turned and left the room.
II don't like Viola's despondency."
tn ,ught Mr.. St Pierre; Il am afraid it
will lead to something terrible "
| A few days after the above converse
ton. Viola met her former lover, Cas-
tello Marcus, who had been absent
from town for some time. He was a
Csstilian Of the purest type, but was
we'll versed in English manners. He
WAS very much in love with Viola, as
her father knew. The latter made in.
qniries in regard to Castello's charac
ter. but no one seemed to know much
about him. Many stories were afloat
in regard to his wealth. and these Ne
ports. added to his attractive manners,
made q deep impression on the young
ladies of A.. Bnt he seemed TO
care for none save Viola. She treated
him kindly. yet bore him to love; that
holy passion Of her heart belonged to
Charles vane.
| Mr.. St. Pierre tried to persuade his
daughter 70 learn to love Costello Mar
Gus, but abe replied that while the
memory OF Charles remained in her
mind no one else could win her afIec.
tion.
''Foolish child" said Mr.. st. Pierre.
in the midst of q conversation with
Viola, "let the past bury yonr lover, he
will, in oil probability. never return.
If you marry CASTILLO Marcus, You'll be
laden with riches"
Il cannot learn to love him, father.
and can never forget Charles Vane.
Night after night I nee him in nv
dreams. Something. know not what,
4 81 In mo yok hn IN III
grant that my snspicions will prove
false, for were I to know that some ter.
rible fate had befallen him, it would
break my heart" /.
In vsin her father persuaded her. to
reliuuuish all thoughts in regard to her
missing lover, he might aa we'll hsve
endeavored to clasp the rainbow. Then
| he grew harsh and commanded her 10
we'd Marcns; and poor Viola's life be-
came burden tn her.
! II WAS late one night. soma mnnths
after she had been introduced TO Cas-
telIo Marcns. that she sat gazing at the
portrait Of Charles Vane. She seemed
more s0rr0wful than ever. and her ayes
had wild expression That day her
father had been unusually harsh, and
0ue WNH uhttNSSSsb OTyOuu ruuut6uOos
II waa May-the month Of pnet,csl
dreams. In tbs heavens the moon WAS
floating in its fullest splendor. Beyond.
the stars shed their silvery light on hill
and vale, while the branches Of the
tsses swayed mnnTnfnliy to and fro.
The wind chanted its reqniuni. and
tenderly kissed the sleeping dnwers.
Viola. after looking at the portrait
for aona time. placed IL in her bo.om.
Like : spectre she gsided acrnss the
atreet. and opened door that had been
left unlocked. and entered st. Mark :
church Bhe walked along in ths
gloom with M much ease asif it was
.layljQht. GSnin9 into q little rom she
| fell on er knees. aud. in = voice hrn>
! ken With siahs. she lifted her heart irl
praver: s.Father. forgive ma il do
wrnnQ:' huE nv sorrow is greater than I
| osu ,Deat. !" She then walked to where
| the hell rope MAS fastened. and. mnaunt>
| ing 4 chair. tied the rope around her
neck and sprang forward: The bell
rang twice. them All was still.
That bell sounded t0. other eafs than
y;olas. The father also heard the