Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1893-11-30
SEEN INA WINE GLASS.

The beautiful bride grew pale.
the decisive hour had come. She
pressed her white hands together,
and the leaves of her bridal wreath
trem bled on her pure brow. Her
breath came quicker; her heart beat
wilder. From her childhood she
had been most solemnly opposed to
all wines and liquors.
'Yes, Marion; lay aside your scru-
Piles for this once said the judge
in a low tone, going toward his
daughter. The company expect it.
Do not seriously infringe upon the
rales of etiqastte.In yearsao own
house act as you please, but in mine
act to please me-
Every eye was turned toward the
bridal pair.
MariOn's principles were well
known. Harry had been a convi-
valist, but of late his friends had
noticed the change in his manners,
the difference in his habits, and to-
night they watched him to see, as
they sneeringly said, if he was tied
to a woman's opinion so soon.
Pouring a brimming beakcr, they
held it with tempting smiles toward
Marion.
She was very pale, though most
composed, and her hands shook not.
Smiling back, she gratefully accept
ed the crystal tempter and raised it
to her lips.
But scarcely had she done so
when every hand was arrested by
her piercing exclamation of: 'Oh,
how terriblev
What is it?' cried one and all
thronging together, for she had
slowly carried the glass at arms
length, and was fixedly regarding it
as though it were some hideous OBJ
ject.
Watt she answered, while an
inspired light shone in her dark
eyes: wait, and | will tell
Il see.' she added, slowly pointing
one jeweled finger at the sparkling
ruby liquid, "a sight that bcggars
all description; and yet listen. l
will paint it for you if | can. 1t is
lonely spot; tall mountains, crown
ed with verdure, rise in awful sub
Unity around; river runs through
and bright flowers grow to the
waters edge.
There is a thick, warm mist that
the sun seeks vainly to pierce; IL ees,
lofty and beautiful, wave to the airy
motion OF the birds. But there a
group of Indians gather. They fit
to and fro, with something like sor-
row upon their dark brows, and in
their midst lies q manly form, but
his cheek, how deathly; his eye wild
with the fitful fire of fever. One
/ friend stands beside him-nay, |
should say kneels, for be is pillow
ing that poor head upon his breast.
Genius in ruins. Oh, the high,
holy-looking brow! Why should
death mark it, and he so young:
Look how he throws the damp
curls! See him clasp his hands!
Hear his thrilling shrieks for life!
Mark how he clutches at the form
of his companion, imploring to be
saved? Oh, hear him call piteously
his fathers name! See him twine
his fingers together as he shrieks for
his sister-his only sister, the twin
of his soul-weeping for him in his
native land.
'See!' she exclaimed, while the
bridal party shrank back, the un-
tasted wine trembling in their fall
tering grasp, and the judge fell,
overpowered, upon his seat. See!
his arms are lifted up toward heaven.
He prays, how wildly, for mercy.
Hot fever rushes through his veins.
The friend beside him is weeping.
we stricken, the dark men move
q away and leave the living
'e"'S together
"r ~, 'n' u''"e IN that princely
vas ""sn at seemed
H o"S y W. -aiy
bosom. The bride stood yet up
right, with quivering lip, and tears
stealing to the outward edge of her
lashes.
Her beautiful arm had lost it's
tension, and the glass. with its lit
tie trou bled red waves, came slowly
toward the range Of her vision. She
spoke again; every lip was mute.
Her voice was low, faint, yet aw-
fully distinct. She still fixed her