Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-06

past, until her heart swelled almost to
breaking. Then would she return to her
cottage and force a smile to light up her
pale and pensive face, to cheer her anx-
ious parents.
And where was Darcy Lynch gone?
Why did he linger from the smile OF his
promised bride. Oh. how can ] relate IT,
He was breathing into another ear the
same fatal poison which had won the
heart of the too confiding Rosaleen.
A short time after mis- departure he be-
came acquainted with Eveleen Desmond,
a lovely orphan. residing with her aunt.
A few weeks passed in the society OF
EveIeen sufficed to show him that his at
tachment for Rosaleen was mere brother
| " affection, and he learned to love
Eveleen with all the ferSor of his pas
| sionate nature. She gave him her heart
| in return, and they were to be united the
| following spring.
Time passed on, and Percy. with his
| lovely bride, was daily expected to return
| to Ireland. The last ray of hope de-
parted from the agonized bosom of Rosa
leen when she heard the fatal news, but
| she reused her woman's pride and nerved
her heart to meet the trial that awaited
| her.
| Mr. Lynch gave a ball to welcome his
son to his old home. The evening came
and Rosaleen repaired to her chamber to
dress for the gay scene when she would
meet again the ong-worshiped idol OF
her heart, now the husband of another.
| Oh, bitter was the anguish of that
young heart as she paced her chamber
| and aGh ING aVa
but she stifled her emotion and ventured
| to the parlor, where her father was walt
| ing to conduct her to the hall
| Never had she appeared so touchingly
beautiful as on this night to her so
| fraught with misery. She was arrayed
in simple white; her goifen hair flowing
in graceful rnglets over her neck was
ornamented with a simple wreath of
white roses, her eyes neamed with I'M
earthly br Ghtness and the hectic flush
shed it's rica, but fearful hue upon her
cheek
That evening she was foremost in the
J dance and yayest in the song. Darcy wit
messed her wild gayety with delight and
| thought he~ love had passed away as
lightly as his own. He saw not the aching
heart beneath, he heard not the smoth-
cred sigh that was hushed within her
| bosom.
The evening wore on and Rosaleen re-
turned home in state If mind bordering
upon frenzy She flew to her chamber.
| 1T is over, she exclaimed. THE last tie
| that bound ME to earth is broken. l have
! lived to see him, who taught me my first
| lesson of love, the husband of another.
| l have seen him breathe soft words of love
| into her listening ear and my breaking
| heart can bear no more"
Strange, when women gives her young
! heart with all it's gushing tenderness to
one being, without the society of that
being, what is all the world to her?
Kind friends may gather around to pour
the balm of consolation into her wounded
bosom, nature may pour forth her beau
ties, the loveliest flowers may bloom at
her feet, yet she needs not their varied
tints and gentle fragrance.
Thus it was with Rosaleen. The moon
was shining in at the windoX from which
she was gazing, not at the beautiful
rose tree before it, which shed such sweet
perfume on the air that stole into the
chamber; not at the fragrant honey
suckle that in happier hours, she had
taught to Irvine around the lattice. No,
her thoughts dwelt not on the beauties
of that moonlight scene; her aching eye
was fixed on her favorie trystinE place
the gray abbey ruin, and memory had
waited her back to the time when she
sat with Darcy beside that hallowed
shrine and breathed her first young vow
of love.
Hour after hour she sat buried in
deep and painful rcverie, until wearied
nature at last gave way and she sank
into a gentle slumber.
She awolke in a bu. ming fever, and in
the madness of deiriun, first revealed
the secret of her lons cherished love.
She spoke of the inward trouble that had
torn her heat her midnight tears, and
called wildly on Darcy to give her back
her priceless treasure of free and happy
heart and restore to her parents their
idolzed, their only child.
do was done to save her. She was
brought to Dublin for change of air: the
best medical aid was provided, but in
vain The most skilled hand could not
bind up the broken heart, and in one
short year from the night of her last
meeting with Darcy she breathed her
last in the arms of the good Sisters of
Charity. Thus persisted fair Rosaleen.
the flower of Golden Vale.-New York
News.