The daily gazette., 1879-07-16
FIRST EDIT ION.
LOST CORALIE.
BY. s. T. A.

otn IEuly ooTIy, H<uitu, uuSt yOu niO
so needlessly alarmed. 1t 10 q sad story
that am about to repeat, and when you
have heard 1t you will not wonder that
the remembrance gives me pain. For
long time / was my parents only child,
and as my father was very exclusive In
his choice Of friends, | passed the first
years Of my life comparatively isolated
from other children.
$50 you can imagine, Edith, with
what joy hailed the birth Of little sis
ter. For hours would sit beside her
cradle-bed, watching her infant slumbers,
and waiting with boyish iInpatience for
the light blue eyes to open, when she
would be transferred TO my arms.
"Each year brought to view some new
charm and beauty, and only strengthen
ed the love we bore her. She was my
constant companion and charge, and had
learned at an early age to row with
grace and dexterity, and to test my skill
In shooting and riding.
"Never sha / forget the anguish Of
parting when arrived at an age when i
was deemed old enough 10 be sent to
college. l thought I should like the
novelty and change. There was some
thing pleasing in the thought Of being
sent to distant college, and many were
the aircastles built while preparations
were being made for my departure.
Long years passed before ag in Wis
tied my childhood's home. The boy Of
fifteen, who had gone away with such a
heavy heart, returned the wOrld-wise
man of twenty five.
My mother and father were still in the
prime of life. They were overoyed to
see me, and said should never leave
them again. Warm As my reception
was, something was wanting. Where
was my sister, my tenderly-remembered
Coralies While the question trembled
upon my lips young girl entered the
room. She was unaware OF my pres
ence, but the moment her eye fell upon
me l knew her, and felt | was known.
Her face became white as the snowy
blossoms which nestled in her hair.
Her arms were extended to me, though
she did not move. In moment she
was weeping in my arms, and be-
tween her sObs I could only catch the
words: ..
"Buddie, dear buddie, home at last,
home at last"
81 felt that there was poetry and ro-
nance in her face, and still an expires
sion in the beautiful eye which could
not read. l have learned since then,
darling saw it in your eye when
whispered my love. If this absorbing
passion can beautify the plainest face
as the poet says, what must 1t not have
made Of our COralie :? She, though sc
young, had experienced that creates
happiness vouchsafed by God to man
She loved and was beloved again. Hea
ven forgive me that ever was the FIRST Il
wake her from her happy dream. hal
not then discovered that we could fee
strsnger claims than the affection of bro
ther and sister. was the rirst to dis
cover the secret which she had scarcel!
analy zed.
cat first my anger knew no bounds
!, How dared she turn for love to stran-
ger when we almost worshipped her
Next to my parents, my whole hear
was hers. She was unsatisfed.. wit
this, and in my madness cursed tn
one whom foolshly said had robbed
! me of my sisters love. And, wOrs
than all, the favored one was none othe
than Paul Sherwood, the son Of my ia
theirs enemy. He had been my riva
'or collegiate honors, and the object u
my most cordial dislike.
aEdith, spare me from repeating th'
cruel threats of my father when
Informed him of the unfortunate attach
ment. Coralie, our poor darling upoI
whose ears q harsh word had neve
fallen, was overwhelmed with abuse
and ordered to prepare for her depart
ure to q boarding g-sclloOl. When th
, sentence full upon her ears she tren
! bled in every limb, and, falling he
knees, she walled
so father, have pity What have
done ? Do what you will, only do nc
drive me from home !"
"You shall 20 ungrateful, disobedieI
girl How dare you give q thought
Frank SherwoOu's daslardly son Tai
to me about love ! I will make yol
conquer it, or will break your heart
abe it SO, then," answered C0ralie,
q hoarse, changed tone, rising from h
supplicating position, ,andregarding our g
ragged father with look ofsettled despai
y 81 will no longer plead, but the time v /
come when you would give your who
life to recall the words you have ju
- spoken, and will look back upon th
day as the blackest in your life. ha'
done no wrong In loving Paul Sherwoo
;. You cannot cause me TO forget him, an
- in the future hope the misery which
20 fear this decision must occasion may
aNrted.,'
..She turned and went from the roo
. leaving him abashed aud confused. W.
might we both have shrunk, for 1t seer
ed as if those deep stern eyes were gif.t
j. with prophetic vision, and we fel: tn
, some day in the future her omino
words would be realized. She had n
glanced at me. Well did she know th
in my jealousy / had advised this ste
felt that had forfeited all claim
that idolatrous love she had ever Civ
" me. Still, how could We give her
N another, and that other Paul Sherwoo
my rival and foeP p
t.In few days all arrangements we
completed for her departure and with
feeling at my heart which l cannot def
4. a foreboding Of evil, ! watched the C,
riage bear her away. .,
"With Coralie's departure all the ha
lr piness of home seemtd turned to gloo
VI How could we realize how sadly
would miss her? A settled melancho
was visible on my mothers brow, q
even my stern fathers pillow was dam
q ed with his nightly tears. Still she
not recalled, and drearily the days, wee
and months dragged ON.
"Paul Sherwood never saw my sis
~ again. She would not disobey her p
q. -. TI,ts x.ao bor =, N lfa va hlo dpcisi