The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-06-20

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| the most marvellous heroic deeds where
! with would fain have aroused her as
| tonishment and compelled her admira-
tion. Anything else L neither desired
| nor expected Tho unconscious dawn Of
| love in the heart of youth belongs with
its peculiarities only to pure childhood.
''Thc young heart is foolishly happy i'll
sacrifice, quietly content and blindly
conccitod and vain. 1t cannot yet love-
it needs but to be loved and admired to
bestow happiness is not its object, and
the only joy it knows is blissful un-
rest; its only need, TO receive love with
out bestowing it, In after years one
gives without receiving and is very we'll
off with that. So everything in tho
world is arranged in tho best manner,
where there are people who find their
joy in giving, and others who are hap
piest i'll receiving
But how short and sweet is the one
time when one gives and receives, when
one loves and is beloved have known
it, but she who then made me so mex
possibly happy has now left me- How
beautiful was tho world when 1 saw it
with her; how blue the heaven; how
soft the air! Wo fastened, hand in hand,
from place to place, and wherever we
went, laughingly joy stepped forth to
greet us, begging us to linger. We went
laughing, singing, rejoicing along, as
snred of our good fortune everywhere
Sometimes our riotous delight, over
stepping all bounds, startled sober peo-
pie. But tho stern glance softened when
it rested upon us: They arc young.
Let them enjoy themselves, said the
old, and went along sorowfully smil-
ing. She chung so tightly to my arm,
she nestled so closely to my side, that
thought I could never lose her. The
idea of Il possible change never came to
me, never troubled me. Thus lived u
long time. Weeks, months, years few
by, and / needed them not
"Ono evening, after we had spent the
day yet moro madly and merrily than
usual she suddenly appeared to me dis
contented and cold. A terrible fear
which 1 am not ablo to describe fell
upon me- An icy coldness crept over me.
She will leave you, said to myself,
certainly, surely, she will leave you.
1t occurred to me how little had really
concerned myself about her, how per-
haps had expected too much of her truth
and constancy. For tho first time 1 felt
my trust in myself and in her waver,
and anxiously 1 gazed into her eyes
But her glance turned YEARLY from mo
and gave me no answer.
My rest was gone, my lifo no more
tho same. 1t is true she still pressed me
impetuously to her bosom again and
again, but the sweetness of her kiss had
vanished Often she pushed me coldly
away, and saw to my unutterable sor-
row that my love wearicd her. And
when 1 once at later hour returned
home, tired and detected, found the
room dark, cold and empty She, my
| joy, my light, my all, had vanished.
Now began miserable existence for
me. The loss that had suffered gnawed
at my heart, but my care was TO conceal
this loss from the world. I endeavored
to show cheerful, happy countenance
l sought the society of gay young peo-
pie. bestowed great and hitherto I'M
known and ridiculed caro- upon my per-
son and toilet. My enemies said of me
that l had for long time rouged in or
der to hide the paleness of my cheeks.
That is not true, but may as we'll con-
TESS that 1 bought n little flask of newly
! invented tincture that was to restore the
color of youth to my whitening hair
This hypocritical farce did not long
continue. was soon tired of the strife,
and today tho opinion Of the world trou-
blcs mo no more. / know that my dar-
ling has left me; that nothing will
bring her back, and every one who knows
me may perceive and recognize in my ap-
pearanco the loss which suffered But
I ever lament the lost one. She is want
ing everywhere. Nothing, nothing can
take her place to me, and would will
ingly give everything I possess and ev-
cry JOY and happiness that is prepared
for Inc to once again call her mine, to
once more 1.-Two through that beautiful,
fleeting time during which alone was
happy.
CASTOR ceased, and stared fixedly into
tho dying fire, and fell to the characteris-
tic, slow rubbing of his emaciated hands.
what is tho name of this wonderful
being?" asked the countess.
MY youth" answered CASTOR with.
out turning his eyes from the fire. -
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