Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1890-07-29
oAvuuG.s LOVE aroRY.


A -.ciaI holy Eomsnrc In tho Lie OF the
Great italian.
Miss Codliin contributes to Macmillan
an account OF The Young Cavour,"
FROM which We extract tho following
passages. 1t is not to be credited that
so warm a heart. however well guarded
from all assaults, could have passed the
critical period from twenty to thirty
quito scathless. Camille was too clever
and too keen to be taken In by the willy
arts OF tho coquette; but ho was not in
sensible to the attractions OF n sweet
and lovely woman, whose grace, rcilnc-
ment and cultivated mind won his ad-
miration almost at tho first meeting.
Intense sympathy dew them together,
and before they were aware OF it they
had become deeply attached TO each
other. They separated with tho sad
feeling that they should never meet
again, for, unhappily, there was an In
surmountable obstacle to their union;
tho young lady's hand had been already
disposed of by her father. after the mani
ner OF Italian marriages OF that day
They seemed made for each other, but
they met too late. Cavour was only
twenty, and the girl probably about the
same age. Ho hoard nothing OF her for
three years, except that she lived in
Milan, and was constant sufferer from
bad health. Once he wrote to express
his sympathy, and received brief reply
to thank him, but that was all. He pre-
served tender remembrance of her,
and feeling of regret that fate had di-
vided them; but his love had subsidized
into friendship, nor did he dream that
the unhappy girls health had been ru-
| ined by her devoted attachment to him.
But it was so. After three years alb
sence she returned to Turin. aud 1t only
needed the sight OF her sad, beautiful
face, with its traces OF suffering, to ro-
kindle Camillo's almost extinct love.
After two or three painful interviews
they parted once more; the fair unknown
going TO the baths with her parents. who
probably wished TO remove their daugh-
ter from tho dangerous vicinity of the
young Count
Then began the correspondence which
lasted for years. They sometimes wrote
twice a day to each other; her letters
were preserved and numbered by Cavour;
but her name, even her Christian name.
carefully erased. lie calls his lady
"L'inconnue" in his diary. where no re-
lates the whole story of his unhappy
love in the most passionate and touch
ing language. Cavour's letters arc lost,
but from those of tho unknown we can
gather an idea OF their contents Hers
are very beautifully written, and ex-
pross tho intense, all-absorbing, hope
less love which had prost.ated hor
strength for years and was slowly sap
ping her life. 1t is impossible to con-
vcy in few words the painful impress
sion loft on the readers mind by the |
perusal of these lcagt-brolIcn letters |
At one time her parents thought that
her mind was giving way, and threat
ened to put her under some restraint.
CGvour, who hated and cursed himself
for being the cause OF so much misery
to this heavenly woman" riovcd as
much by pity for her position in her
family as by his own feelings, was
tempted to ask her TO fly with him to a
foreign country, Happily, he pat away
the mad thought before communicating |
1t to'her.
When she felt her end at hand she
wrote a pathetic farewell to the man
whom she had so loved, who seemed to
her celestial intelligence" and for
whom her life was sacrificed; for sho died
literally OF broken heart. In that last
sad letter she told Camille that he had |
never fully comprehended her love; how
could he, when no human language
could explain it? When you read these
lines an insurmountable barrier will
have hcen raised between us. ! shall
have been initiated in the grand secrets
of the tomb; and. perhaps, ] trenble at
tho thought may then have forgotten
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