The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-03-22
For the IntcllIgrncer.
MY LUCILLE"

- Honest lore, honest SORROW,
Honest work iOt the day. hln hupe 70: tho MORROW
Are thtse worth nothing more than the hand they
The heat they have saldsuol, the life they leave
. dFeIfy?
Hush Tie seven fold heavens to the voice Of the
Echo: lie that OrenOmsth shall all thing, Inherit. =
Lucille, with her careless and uncon-
scious grace, her deep soulful eyes, her
pure heroic spirit that sought to uplift and
purify the world, while the world endcav-
ored to lower and degrade her, while she
taltered nor fell not, rises before me, and
my soul cries out for more souls like that
one" have wept with her, and In the
intensity Of feeling that she should and
must conquer, have drawn together the
strings Of my own heart, and thanked
God for her victory. Is woman's faith
and woman's trust 70 be forever written
on tns'? Her words OF promise, h6F deeds,
actions and ioekato be pointed at as aimsy
as spiders web; q fain:: breath or asweep
Of the hand to bauish them from sight.
Did God give woman gentl err nature than
man, only to be trampled down by him?
We sometimes find such lives ut Lucile's,
but very rarely; but it seems to inc when
We do meet them they throw such a quiet
ness over us that We long to keep them
near. A soft, gentle hand caresses us;
voice soft and low speaks to us; eyes,
tender and true, seem to search out the
sorrows and mistakes OF our life, and, like
Matilda, we would ask:
"what gives you such power over me, that I f. el
Thus drawn 10 obey you, what arc you Lucile:"
Alfred Vargrave was Of vigorous and
versatile MUD, with character wavering
and uncertain. lie laughed at LuCile's
love, though hc might have loved her
more had she loved him less. Generous,
noble man! he priled himself rs having
acted exceedingly well. She loved him
with der devotiOns; it was nothing to him
to cast her OIL. Ten years afterwards,
when he was bound to the fair haired
Matilda, he remembered Lucille, as he
would have remembered some pretty pic
ture. He had not lived her; no!
At her own request he meets her TO re-
turn the letters. He catches q glimpse OF
her, formed into beautiful woman. The
Lucille OF earlier years had been but n
careless, Indifferent girl. Now she possess.
ed that exquisite grace, that but few wo-
men have. lie was ready TO fall on his
knees and ask pardon for something, he
knew not what. He was held spell bound
by a power he had never before fClt.
Matilda passed IRON him as n fitting
cloud. But Lucille, who had gained wis.
dom and composure with years, was pleas.
antly Indifferent. She allowed no memory
Of the past to creep in, but asked Of
Matilda, OF herappearanee, her family and
her ways. Alfred left her as In dream.
A wild anxious hope sprung into bis
heart. What was Matilda after NIL? She
was nothing to him nor he to her. She
was young and fair; she could soon find
some one else TO love her. He fingered be-
yond his time. He knew Of naught but
Lucille. She was tried, sorely tempted and
for one moment forgot that he was bound
to another, for her strong womans heart
had cherished his love through tho long
silent years. But it was for q moment
only. Even while he was basking IN the
hope that he now had her, and he endeav-
oreI to blot out the memory Of the infsn,
tile Matilda, Lupila's letter, which made
the room seem to reel round and round in
the mist that seemed binding his
ewes, came to him, even the
first two words alone, "No Alfred" told o.
tho struggle, the victory, noble Letter
from suffering heart, trying to conceal
the love, but every WOTd spoke it. have
imagined the bitterness OF tlloEp years, al
ter casting of Due de Iuvoise, when shG
pinned irto the Gaities Of the world; her
meeting Of Alfred and Matilda, as husband
and vile, and Eugene De t.HHoise ~ Ems
, Poor gentle Matilda sighed for thp loSp a
Alfred, who had married her for pert
: pity, and gave her no love or devo
ton. Yet when he met l.uOila OF Ems
: the old fascinating spell was upon
! him. With her firm true aim, sht
pointed mt % him the web thu
wicked Duke vas thEoTing over his NATL
! da-she touched the long SlumhOrng GOrt
: OF his better nature, and brought tCgethe
> the husband and wife. Weary, sad ant
, alone, she sought refuge in the cool OF thu
CARBON in the still starry night, only 10 b.
, haunted By Eugppe. Tie came to her in
9 furious passion; quietly 4ui calmly sht
!. spoke 10 him, he bowed down to ber ans
she left him with a new hope, bright ra!
Of o sunbeam creeping into his lie, not t
meet him again hsart to heart, but soul t.
soul.
: Long years afterwards she comes 10 u
as nSoeur SeraphIne," a gray clad Siste
OF Mercy, pleading with Eugene de l.u
A voise, a stern renowned warrior, for tn
!. life Of Alfred and Matilda'S son. Shl
!. passes from us gently in the twilight. CaI
RI Il be illat . life could be so pure in II
purpose and strong in Us strife, aud a
n lie not purer and stronger thcreby9
= lrhoiing, March, 1870. N. NJ W.