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From the Star Spangled Banner.
VANINA,
?OR?
the prima donna's
ll?jpi,
BY COUNBILLE MONTGOMERY.
CHAPTER I.
Oh! there are some
Can trifie in cold vanity, with all
The warm soul's precious throbs, to whom
It is a triumph that a fond, devoted heart
Is breathing for them?who can bear to call
Vonnnr flowers into henlltv unri then i-rnsli
o W
them! * Latuion.
In nn elegant apartment of the Astoi
wero lounging two young men.
" Come Hurley;" said the tailor of the
two a splendid looking fellow of six and
twenty, with brilliant dark eyes, and teeth
of dazzling whiteness, "own that Vanina
is divine ; and he took the segar from his
uiouth, as if to await an answer.
Ilarloy Wharton raisod his eyes. Oh !
what a world of beauty was there revealed
in those lustrous black orbs. A faint
smile crossed his pale intellectual face as
he replied?
" I do own, Kugcne, that she is a splendid
creature, but not more lovely than
Maria Fitzhorbert.M
" Pshaw ! Ilarloy, they arc not to be
compared, as to Wauty. Maria is very
pretty, and high bred, and therefore produces
<piite a sensation among the haulon,
but place her beside Vanina, and what
a contrast !"
Here the young man laughed at his
own suggestion.
"Mario Fitzherbert," returned the other,
*-U a creature of exquisite refinement and
rare sensibility, far different from the common
fashionable circle of young ladies.?
Her delicate beauty might appear dim be
side the tray lovliuess of the Italian, even
as would a stainless lily in contrast with
somo flower of gorgeous hue: to me sho
is ten-fold more bewitching."
"You are warm in your praises, Harley,"
said Eugene Harrington. I'm half inclined
to believe that yon are in love with mv
intended bride, yet I am glad you think
iny choice so perfect. Indeed, a beauty
with a cool two hundred thousand is not
to bo found every day."
The flush that overspread the face of
llarley Wharlon at the jesting remark of
his friend, now died away, and ho replied?
"I would speak seriously, Eugene. Can
it be that you will allow mercinury motives
to influence you in regard to thnt
sweet young girl! Have you no love for
one so purelv beautiful f"
M Oh, don t begin a homily on love, I
on treat you,",said Eugene. "Of course, if
I regarded her with indifference, I should
not marry her. I wish she were not so
cold, however; sometimes she appears almost
inanimate, it requires so much exertion
to auiuse her, and when a fellow has
tried his beat, she will turn away with a
nila.nt MN>um or iiUn.nrA 1 know not
which. It it a mystery to tne how we
over became engaged?
\Kugene," interniptod hi* friend, M yon
nro wron?. Marie r itaherbert ie not the
cold passionless creature you doecribe her,
ahe poaoMM a* much sensibility and animation
a? one could wish. I will allow
that it is not mere common-place chat that
will arouse it, but no lady of my acquaintance
possesses the rare intellectual powers
of that fair girl ; and, besides all this,
Eugene, site loves you,'with a divotion that
is seldom met with in this heartless world.
Hie hue of her cheek, her beaming eye,
ell bespeak, wnen you are nigh, the depth
of her love for you. Your passion for the
beautiful Italian is but a momentary
freak?"
"lloavensl" interrupted Eugine Harrington,
as he consulted his watch, how
late it is. The Opera commences at 8 o'clock,
and it lac km but a quarter of that
hour, so liar lev, I will attend to your discourse
some otnief time. We must hast*
en, for Vsnina sings U> night
The friends departed arm in arm ; there
was a shade of sadness upon the lofty
brow of Uarley Whartdh,bnt Kugene Harrington
carelesaly hummed an air from
Lucia di fjammermoore.
Hark ! what hearenly strains I how they
t thrill the heart of the Hntmer. Pure,
sweet, unfettered as the notes of a WH,
they gush forth, filling tho nit with their d<
melody. Swelling in brilliant tones, tho hi
entrancing melody floats along, now soft hi
as tho gentlo zephyrs playing among the w
leaves, an<l then dyinjjj away, like the last ul
sad strains of an ^Eolian harp.
In a box near tho stage sat Eugene w
Harrington and his friend. Breathless I
had he listened to the voice that had en- in
thralled his senses, and even when mad- fr
doning applause rent the air, and boquets
were hurled at the foot of tho singer, he ol
continued to gaze as if spell-hound, upon ni
the bewildering lovliness of the magnifi- di
cent prima donna. g]
But she has bowed her last graceful a- m
dicu, and is gliding from the stage, when
those glorious nymph-liko e^es are lifte 1 ai
to tho face of Eugene Harrington. But n<
for an instant they linger there ; tho ebon !i;
lashes fall, pnd the next moment she is e<
no. Harrington seemed to awake to
his senses and turning to his friend he ex- a.<
claimed? v<
" Oh, Ilarley is slie not glorious ? Did
you mark the glance of those starry eyes f fe
the smilo that wreathed those lips ? To- pi
night I meet Vanina; again shall I be- "
hold her dazzling beauty?shall drink in a?
the music of that heavenly voice." y<
" Stop, Eugeno Harrington,'' said Uar- ei
Icy Wharton ; M you arc mad. Why follow
that syren woman i Sho will lure hi
you to your own destruction. Where are T
tho vows you have pledged to the beauti- w
fill and puro ? Oh, Eugene, this is but ai
the influence of a blind passion : vou love *1
her not, you are mad?infatuated. You
must not meet that Italian cnntatrice." cl
44 Must not ? That is a strange word hi
for you," said Harrington, Know you to
whom you are speaking ? I go and coine nc
and meet whom I please ;" and with a
hurried step ho passed his companion and si
left the box.
Harlcy Wharton gazed after his re- E
treating form witli emotions of pain and w
sorrow.
"Poor Marie," he murmcrod. is
But the house was being vacated, and b<
he departed. Before ho 5ft tho opera l>
hause he behold the cantatrico led to her
carriage by Kugene Harrington ; ho saw b
him press uer hand to his lips, as they exchanged
a few words, and then tho car- 01
ringe rolled away. With rapid step the
young man pursued his way through the w
brilliantly lighter! streets, now filled with tli
rolling cariages, and often did he press his
hand to his throbbing brow. There was pi
a raging fever in his brain, for lie loved to
Mario Fitzherbcrt??ayo loved her with a b<
deathless love, but a love that ho knew
was hopeless, for her heart was centered c
upon Eugene Harrington. Yet it caused fo
him the most exquisite anguish to kuow hi
that he whom she had chosen, was indifT- tr
erent and even faithless, for sooner or later ui
it would cause her young heart deep ago-1 b;
ny, and rather than she should suffer, ho ai
would gladly lay dowu his life. To die tr
for her would bo bliss, in comparison with pi
a lifo which would henceforth bo naught m
but a dreary void, without one ray of light hi
to pierce the turbid waters of a heart fa
niado deaolato by unrequited love.
"Sad doom?at sorrow's shrine to kneel, ^1
Forever covetous to foci, j.
And impotent to hear ;
Such ouco was his to think, nnd think ^
Of blighted love, und only sink, n]
From anguish to despair." st
CHAPTER II.
tl
All do not know how hate can burn, (j<
In hearts once changed from soft to stern,
Nor all the false and fatal zeal e,
The covet of rovenge can feel.
?1 di
It was midnight?dsep midnight?and 1
the prima donna nwaitud the coming of v<
her lover. Waxen candles burned upon hi
the mantle, and, with the light of the glow- ?
ing fiie, shed a soft and subdued lustre tl
through the room. Delicious perfumes tl
exhaled from vases of rare exotica, and the w
warm and fragrant atmosphere seemed to fa
breathelthe voluptuous breath of love itself, 4r
Amid the splendor of tho gorgeously
furnished apartment, sat tho beautiful can
tAlrioe. She still retained the robe she ot
had worn during the eveuiug, and though ol
her complexion was olive, yet so transpa- tl
rent and delicate, that it wm by no means tl
ununited to the snowy satin, while tho ut
/1 on * v Aavnafitin t)iaf rrlAti/ay) n?w\n l.A. . 1<
vaiiiniivu wi??v UJ"MI UCi MI
check, contrasted charmingly with the di
radience which the diamon<U in her ra- jo
ven hair, nnd the lustre of her splendid
black eves diffused around her. Like an* qi
houri of Mahomet's paradise she seemed I"
? a vision too perfect for human beauty. E
With her jewelled hand, she swept her at
shining hair from off her brow, then H- er
sing,she slowly paoed the room. Now she C
bends her hoad in a listening attitude.
Oh I mark the unstudied grace of that pi
splendid figure, the arching neck and slo- A
?ing shoulders. Bat hark I a footstep is gl
eard in the passage; how the oolor cotnes y
and goea epon her cheek, in variations as ti
rapid as the play of the moonlight upon ti
the rippling surface of a lake. Her heart b
beats audibly ; the door "fga fioother h
moment and she is in the Mjttof her lov- k
or. fcpR? ol
44 Dearest Vsnins," murmured Eugene U
Harrington,44 do I again fold thee ia my h
arms, and feast mind eyea upon thy angel- B
ic lovlineos t
I ^
"My own Eugene," dame fr?n the lips
of the beautiftil Italian, ?* with all the ar- C
ir of her impassioned clime, she gave 13<
?ck tho kisses that wero pressed upon of
er brow, her .cheek and lips. "Thou ed
ert long coming love, the last few mintes
havo seemed an eternity." Cc
" Nay, do not chide me beautiful one," he
as the reply; "on tho wings of love have loi
flown to thee, for since we parted, thy
nage has not been absent a moment foi
oni my mind." by
" Dearest Eugene, I have also thought th
f thee without ceasing," returned Vani- ed
the carnation Upon her cheek growing sh
seper, and her magnificent black eyes en
lowing with renewed lustre, as she gazed lb
to the haudsoino face of her lover. wi
"Thanks, thanks for that sweet assur- l 'i
ice," ho replied ; " and oh, Vanina, I
jw realize the golden dreams and brilint
hopes which my fancy has ever form1,
when wandering could be."
" And did you never love till now ?"?
iked the prima donna, in that dulcet
>ice that had crazed half the world.
"Never, with the ardor, the devotion 1
cl for you, my angel," he replied, as he
ressed her hand passionately to his lips ; dr
that you, Vanina, who havo been so fai
1 mired and caressed, is it possible that ly
iu have never met with ono who awak- de
ltd the divine sensation in your heart." rel
As Eugene Harrington spoae, he fixed fu
as large, dark eyes full upon her face.? ha
he cantatrice started?the rose hue gave 1 >
ay to marble paleness upon her cheeks, su
ad she chisped her small hand convul- oh
rely. ro
'Vanina! Vanina! you are ill!' ex- an
aimed Eugene, terrified by her appear- th
ice.
No, noI1 sho murmured faintly, ''tis w,
ithing?a mere famines*.1
Then leaning her head ujkiu her lover's m
toulder, she burst into a flood of tears. r?
'What means this, dear Vnninaf1 said of
ngene; 'oh, why this cmoton! Do not
eep, love;1 and ho tenderly soothed her. pt
'No, I will not weep,1 sho replied, 'fool- jr,
h creature that I am;1 and raising her e\
etui prouuiy, mic compressor i her hps tirm- |0
, as if struggling against some secflst
rief. ller black cyt* Mushed, and her g<
iwoin heaved tuinultUously. m
'Tell me the causa of thy grief, sweet
ie!' whispered Eugene.
'Oh! do iiot ask inc,' she answered,
ildly; 'twould mar all my happiness Cy
lis evening.' wi
Then not for worlds would I cause thee
tin,' said her lover, as he pressed h?r lot
i his boson), aud kissed again and again |,c
ur coral lips. w;
That night, ere Eugene Harrington part- ro
1 with the pnina donna, he had promised, |,i
r her s ike, to abandon homo, friends, and ?c
is betrothed bride, to seek with her a re- nc
eat 'mid the orange groves of her sunny re
Uive land. Intoxicated and bewildered wi
y the dazzling beauty of tho syren worn- bl
n, he had yielded to her arts, and she had wl
iumphed; and that night, after she had ev
tried with him, as sho stood before the so
lirror, taking tho glittering gems from her ca
sir, a smile of triumph played upon her ni
ce, and sho murmured? sa
'I shall yet be revenged, and the pale tli
owed American girl will learn how bit- bt
r 'tis to have the heart once her own torn ui
om her by another.' en
A wild laugh broko from her lips, that hi
>unded strangely through the lofty apart- ar
lent, while her large eyes shouc with a m
range,unearthly expression. hi
Kro three days have passed,' she con- \\
nued, in a low tone, 'wo shall be u|>o') gi
ie blue waters of the ocean, and again, hi
ear Italy, shall 1 tread thy shores; again sn
tall 1 meet that love-look of my father's w
i'c, and the embrace of a noble brother, h<
rad then, with Eugene, why may not my uj
?ys pass peacefully! Vain thought that a
shall ever rest again! Oh, Lavulli, Lr> In
tslli! though thou wort false?tliough this lit
cajt was rent in twain by thy false vows, til
-yet thou risest up in my memory. I see hi
iv tail, noble form, the lustrous liirht of <li
* ? O ** ~
iy glorious eyes, and?but wherefore this ni
eahue?a} What is /..o !. .nceforth, but w
>r revenge}' Again she laughed wildly, et
evengel revenge!' pi
* * * ti;
Two years previous to the oftening of io
ir tale, on a starry night, the halls of one ir
f Italy's proudest nobles were filled with 01
io beautiful and gay. Brightly flashed ai
10 ruby wine, and to music's gayest ineas- A
re, fairy feet tripped through the mazy fa
?nce. Brave knights and high liorn la- a
es graced tin; lighted halls, and all was hi
y and highest mirth. hi
Among the crowd of rovellers, with a 01
iieenly air, moved Berenice di Livoli, and oi
|r her side, the young Count Lavel)i?
very eyo was upon tne youthful couple, ri
id praises of the beauty of the Lady Ber- pi
lice and the noble bearing of the young sr
ount were on every tongue. U
At length a young girl entered, accom- ai
inied by her father. That they were tl
mtirirxnt mi or fit lui rli?^Airo?iJ
lance?strangers of distinction then so- ti
turning ia Italy. What a contrast bevecn
that slight, fair girl, and the volup- h,
loua Italian beauties, She was very tl
sautiful, with soft blue eye% and sloping tl
air, and every motion of her exqttfake A
rtn was gftce itself. Among^fco <M|*d d
f admirers that soon surrounded bd$was 01
le yonog Qount tavelli, who, immediate- ej
t upon her eatranoe, had left tho rite of jG
'oreetce di Livoli, and soaght an litre- j
Soon it wa? whispered that the yon rig si
ionnt was nolonger devof??d to the F*idy tl
:rcnice, but was passionately cnatnu
tlio beautiful American. Jealousy tl:i
from the eyes of the beautiful girl.
It was late ere the fete was broken
unit Lavelli handed the American
r carriage, and Be e nice returned to
dly home, filled with rage and jealoi
The next day the Americans left U<>
Florence, whither they were folloi
the young nobleman. I'jioii this,
e tire of an Italian disposition was r.
in the breast of Berenice ?li Livoli, j
e now sought only revenge ; love 1
ished from Iter bosom. She soon
nne, and the c/rfti/fofanew prima dm
is shortly afterw rds announced in
uited States.
CIIA1TEU III.
lie won that heart in its simplicity.
All undisguised in its young tendern
And smiling saw that he, and only lie,
Had power to wound it or to bless
I.. i;. 1
Upon a divan in a luxnrioud} turnis
awing-room, lay a young girl. Siie
r, oh ! very fair, with eyes of a lieai
blue, and shining hair, of a bright i
ii brown. There was an air of twipii
lineinent in every motion of low gr.
1 form?in the wave of her I><-aiii
ind, or the tone of her thrilling \<
reauiily the sweet girl lay, her Ii
pported by her hand, and her eyes I
jsed.?The soft folds of her blue
lie fell gently around her slight tigi
id the rich lace was scarcely whiter t
e polished throat it encircled.
'Marie,' said a deep, musical \oice;
ays dreaming
She started ; those eyes, usually o
ilu a lustre, brightened, and a faint e
se upon her cheek as she met the gin
the intruder.
'Eugene, murmured. as Ins col
essed a kiss upon her brow, 'dear
ine, liavo you conio at last i All
rening J waited for you, and oh I I
nfpeeotned the weasy hours.'
As ?ugeno llarritvgton listened totl
mi tie words of reproach, pang o
orse for a moment shot through
lart, hut lio answered gaily?
'You Hatter me, Marie.'
She replied with a glance of those
cs, in whieh love and tenderness si
ith a glorious lustre.
There was something touching in
ok, and its he gazed Upon the gentle ;
! shuddered inwardly at the course
js pursuing. His promise to the Ita
se up in his mind?a promise whiel
s cooler moments, he knew he slu
sver fulfil, and he resolved that moil
iver to see her again. It was a sud
solve, but naturally Eugene llarrinj
as possessed of a strong mind and a
e heart, brought up to have his e>
him gratified, he had given way to
i! passions of his nature, and at all ti
If predominated. Such was now
se, tor in giving lip the prima donna
arrying Marie Kitzherbert, he, it is t
erifiecd his feelings to his interest,
e last two or three years, Eugene
;en living upon the debris of a once n
ficont fortune, dissipated by his u?<
Ltravagance. Tt was this that cai
m toseekthu hand of Marie Eitzlierl
id beside being the only daughter
illionaire, she win very beautiful, I
ed, and of an old ami aristocratic fan
Winning the hand and heart ofthes\
rl had been a source of groat triump
m, for a uid the circle of admirers
irrounded her, most of them were 1
ealthy, and every way calculated to
irhand. Hut she loved Eugene Ilarr
n?loved him with the first, pure lot
young heart. In him were centem
ir earthly hojies, her joys, ami she
ived that it was returned. True,
ines lie seemed moody and neglec
it she forgave all this, attributing it
s posit ion noble, bu' somewhat caprici
id then how trilling seemed tne tii
hen, with assumed tenderness, he pi
1 her to his tiosom, and called her his i
recioua Marie. Ah ! these were gol<
nted days to the sweet girl; blight
ns of the future were continually tlir<
?g her brain. When Eugene was
vn,time would Steal on rosy-footed he
id earth would seem almost a parat
h ! little did she dream of her lo\
ithlessness ; had she known it, how
stricken flower, laid low by the chil
asta of autumn, would that fair f
five sunk ; but she was destined to
i while ere the dazzling dream
rcr.
A month had passed, and Eugene 1
ng'.on had not broken his resolve, for
rima donna had been absent on a vis
une of the other principal cities of
nion. lie was one morning startlci
ii Announcement in the morninor na
lat the Italian eantatrice was in the
rul would aing that evening for the
me ere she enilcd for Italy.
A sudden di??ire aeized him to agair
old her, and for the laat time to liate
le tone* of that ravishing voice,
tought hinraW firm ; vain thought
gain he listened to thatdvicet voice,
rank in tho beauty of that splendid f
ace more he behold those dark, luat
^es?the ooal black, shining hair, gli
Krith gems of priceless value?
t of polished whiteness, with the 1
ig shoulderd^thst voWptnot^thc
rmmetrical figure. Again wss*hfc
trow* by the syren Woman around I
red liis senses were bewildered, and the same
ish- influence that had subdued him once, was
again at work. Again had the Italian
up. conquered, and again did Eugene Ilarringto
ton yield to her power. She had vowed
her revenge, and never does an Italian dispo- (
isy. sition icsl till its revenge is complete. )
me, Again Eugene Harrington sat with the t
ved prima donna in her splendid bmulotr. She j j
all was more beautiful than ever; her cheek j
us- wore a more brilliant hue, and the light of <
?nd her glorious eyes were brighter. Eotullv >
ivas her lover's arm encircled her waist, and as <
left her head rested upon his sholder, his i j
una tlii< k, dark l<> ks mingled with her shining I .
the hair. .
'Oh, Eugene!' she murmured, 'when in I
my own bright Italy, we shall be happv; (
where the breezes whisper through the i
groves of orange and myrtle, Waring along ;
the fragrant breath of countless llowers, |
oh, there shall we love each other with a ;
deeper lo\o. The hours will pass likeoih* J
long, bright suininer day, beneath mv own t
beautiful arching sky.' j
| 'The dream is very bright, my own Va- (
nina,' whisper Eug-'ite, fondly,'too blissful j
to be ever realized.' ,
imp At this tin ment, lotn a d hurried steps
site were heard in the passage, and voices a> I
it' in altercation. Eugene Harrington's
it'll, cheek p eed, but the eyes of the prima
nee. donna lln-lied yet brighter as she prondlv
ead drew herself up to awji t the intruder.?
half ' he door wtis flung open, and Ilarley
silk Wharton stood before them, his hair and
l)r,, dress disordered, ami evidently laboring
ban under sonic powerful excitement.
'Eugene Harrington!' he madly ex?n|.
claimed,'for Hod's sake, come !?have
this accursed place! a lie is dying!?
i|' so Even now that sweet voice is faintly call
olor "'J, for one who should he w atching by lier
nice >ide, instead of revelling in the arms of
that syren woman. Oh ! for her sake,
|,11 v hasten, ere the pure spirit is fled
Ku- The prima donna gazed upon thespeakl:wt
; < r. allil Seemed to driiil- ii? ! -, !
now littered. Sin* wax deathly pale, and as 11?*
concluded, a wild, mocking laugh broke
liese Ir??111 her, and >he turned scornfully to EuI
re- gone Harrington, who stood, white, and
i Ins j like one deprived of his senses.
'Cio! go!' she cried,' and hid the palehrowed
American girl farewell; her heart
soft is breaking, and 'ti.-> well?mine was broklono
en long ago ?
Again that laugh resounded mockingly
the through the room; another morrent, and
girl, site was gone. Eugene Harrington press,
he ed his hand wildly to his hrow, and gazed
lian around as if awakening from a dream,
i, in 'Linger no longer !' cried Hurley Wliarxild
ton ; and seizing liim by the arm, he led
lent him forth where the stars were shinning,
den
jinn Upon a couch, in a darkened chamber,
no- lay Marie FitzherUrt. Her blue eyes
rerv were closed, and the long lashes rested
the upon the cheek, pure and colorless as Panics
: rian marble. Low sighs broke from her
the lips, like the wail of weary childhood, and
and I then all was silent, and she lay still, white
rue, and motionless as before. The silken curFor
tains were looped far back, that thesutTerhad
er might breathe more freely, and floated
jag- like an azure cloud around her. llersilk;less
en curls, of t ;at pale, golden hue, damp
iscd with perfume, lay in dishevelled masses
jert, upon the snowy pillow, scarce whiter than
of a the small hands folded upon her bosom,
tigh ! Poor Marie! thy heart is almost broken;
nil v. [ thou hast learned tny lover's faithlessness,
veetl and like a summer flower, bent to the
h to I stroke.
that I Put now shadows darken the aparment,
very I and Eugene Harrington kneels by theside
wiu | of his betrothed, liegazcs upon that paling
lid cheek ar.d marble brow, and low, deep
reof groans break from his breast. At a littlo
1 all1 distance, with folded arms and compressed
be-' lips, stands Ilarlov Wharton. There is
, at' anguish in every lineament of that noble
tfnl, j face, but the deep emot'ons of that heart
to a are manfully kept down,
ous; j 'Marie ! oh, Marie!' murmured Eugene
iiilts Harrington, as he pressed to his lips her
ess- j cohl hand, 'speak to me !'
own Put the sweet girl answered not.
Jen- My (iod ' he cried, 'will those blue
vis- eyes never more open to the li<rht ofdav ?
>ng- ?anil I havo caused all this, oh ! miscraher
ble, despicable being that I am ! Curses
airs, upon the syren Italian ! Oh, Marie, awake,
lise. ami let a life's devotion repay thy young
rer's heart's grief; 'tis thy Eugene that calls
like thee !'
ling Slowly the 1>eautiful eyes unclosed, and
orin her glance fell upon the repentant one
live kneeling beside her.
was 'Eugene,' she faintly murmured, 'who
called that name ? lie is faithless to his
lar- Marie!'
the 'Oh ! forgivo me ! forgive me! my beau*
it to tifnl, tny own? he cried* passionately;
"the 'live to bless my future life!'
I by Those soft eve* gMW brighter; she
i?er? crazed into her lover's face with a look of
city, 1 returning life, nnd faintly twined her arms |
last: around lii? neck. He drew her U^his
bosom : lior head fell upon his should#?.
? be- and she gently slumbered in those embrac;n
to ing nnns.
Ho 'Thank Heaven, she is saved ? ejacu;!?
lated Ilarley Wharton, r.nd pressing his
and hands tightly upon his brow, he rushed
ace; from the apartment,
rous Euger.e Harrington was a ehnnged and
ttei- a better man. Th# devotion of tha fair
that Iftrl, even when she Itnew hieoerfidy, went
ong, to the depths ofTits Upart, and as he, kneel>u^h
ing, held her id his^nrros, he inwardly
lure vowed to honefcfoTtk and forever five fbr
tim: her, and hjer alone. *
CHAPTER IV. tho
'Soon, fair iirkle, nItc
Will thy bright dream he over.' one
VC1)|
Lights flashed from tire large windows ?
>1 a stately mausoin in St. Mark's Place. <*
floods of delicious harmony swept through J
hu vast saloons, lilled with the young ?
tud beautiful. It was the bridal night of
Marie Fitzhcrbert, and already was the
sweet girl arrayed in tlic spotless robe of
mowy satin, and her long veil, fastened I
with a simple wreath of orange blossoms, At
lloatod like a dewy mist around her. She tot
?it in a little balcony that overlooked the the
spacious gardens, and by her side was "
Eugene Harrington, awaiting the hour fnih
that should unite them in the holiest of and
ties. Smiles wreathed her beautiful lips afte
is she looked into that noble face, and face
Iter gloved hand gently gave back the n)JfJ
insuring pressure it received, Ves? that
Eugene Harrington had learned to love g?t
he fair young being at his side, and now thai
l was no selfish love. A change had to t
joine over that spirit, naturally noble, betf
and all that was good and manly in his the
lispositioti, shone forth with renewed 1
lustre. the
From the day that Marie Fitzhcrbert boy
hoveled upon the verge of the spirit- pin
land?when he gazed upon that marble net
face an 1 closed eyes?he was a different hoy
man; and when the first vows of peni- trui
tenee and forgiveness were passed, a deep wat
and holy love seemed to take possession
of his heart, purfving it, and dispersing sell
those evil passions that had hitherto pris
predominated. littl
Long had they satupon the star-lit bal- s"r
cony, and more holy vows were given at i
and received, of unending love and con- Co
staney. Hut now light footsteps were so
heard approaching, and a fairy child, of )*oi
scarce ten summers, bounded into their nit
presence, her soft eyes radiant, and her als
,.ll_ i. e. ii! i i >
jjuhjvii iiinr tailing in sinning masses m
upon her shoulders. <.
'See! sister, see!' she cried, holding lip
a magniHceiit hunch of flowers, what I .
have brought you.' J;1
Where did you get them, Florence dar- 11
ling/' said Marie Kitzlierbert, as she took J1111
them from the hands of the child.
'Oh, a beautiful lady gave them to me, ?*1
with such large black eyes, and dark hair; 1 /I
but she was so pale, and she said bring x,sl
them to you, ipid be very careful and not
spoii them.'
'It must have been Julie Elton, t?y
Florence's description,' said the fair girl for
to her lover, 'she arranges flowers most cx.
beautifully, and this is certainly exquisite. Qr|
Look, Eugene?this while rose, surround- js]t
ed by japonicas and camelis?how beauti< ?>;
. the
Eugene Harrington took the flowers , nuJ
from her hand, and holding them to his fro]
lips, breathed in their delicious perfume.
,Tlicy are very fragrant,' he replied,
and again he inhaled their perfume.
Hut suddenly they dropped from his 23
hand, and he trembled violently. coi
'Eugene!' cried the fair girl, leaning tal
upon his arm; but she received no answer, cai
'Dear Eugene,' she repeated, 'are you cer
ill/' At
But lie replied not. Ilis head rested ^ct
against a marble pillar, and as the nighs
breezes lifted his thick hair from oft' hit 1
brow, she saw by the light of the pale frjt
moon that his eyes were closed; she press- p)e
ed her hand upon his brow?it was cold Hg;
as death, and the throbbing of his heart tur
was still. A piercing scream broke upon we,
the night air, so loud and lon/r that the
cheek* of many a one in that gay assemblage
blanched. A wild, mocking /?
laugh was heard, and a white form q
glided from the thick shrubbery that Rjn(
surrounded the balcony. A few moment*
more, and the form of Eugene Harrington
was found, ?ol<l and lifeless, but hi* arm
even in death, encircled the form of his ha'
bride, who lay pale and senseless upon Ac
his bosom. At their feet lay a bunch of an
ciushed flowers, the snowy petals of which Je:
had assume I a dark purpleish tinge, and on
the aiv was filled with an odor as almonds.
They rcniovedjihe inanimate form of the
beautiful girl, and in her bridal robes, laid
her upon the santo couch where a few tin
months previous sho had laid as cold and cei
senseless as now. A raging fever was in to
her brain, and again that pure spirit hovered
betwixt heaven and earth. in
* * *
l'lircc years have flown. In the deep
hay window of a noblo mansion are two ce)
persons. In the tall, noble figure of tho ^
gentleman wo recognize Ilarley Wharton.
There is the light of subdued joy in his 1u
oye, as he gazes fondly upon the slight ex
form beside him. Wo have before seen
those curls of golden hair, and those deep
blue eyes, and in the gentle wife of Ilarley
Wharton, we bclioldthe beautiful Marie
Fitzhcrbert. Time has softened the poig- flc
nancy of her grief, and as she meets the ac
love-look of those dark eyes, she feels that th
she is lovoil deeply and truly, and though 1?
sho may noWfeol that passionate love that fir
j tilled her heart three years before, yet she mi
is happy, calmly and serenely happy.? th
There are litfcs of deep suffering upon her a i
1 white brow, bnt tho devoted love of him or,
who had worshippc<3t1itfT from childhood, he
had alieviated the nAerj^of all almoat
broken heart. ^ *
The lWlan prima donua sailed iimn#c?
diately for Italy upon the announcement! ac
of the death of F.ufeno Harrington. Ah J H.
ugh foiled in her purposes* yet she ex'd
in the death of him held so dear by
against whom she had Vowed re
films 'Jtriiia, kt>
This is a Boy that I can Trust.
onck visi.ed a large public school.?
recess a little fellow came up and spoke
he teacher; as he turned to go down
platform the master said t
That is a boy I can trust. lie never
;d me." I followed him with my eye*
looked at him when he took his seat
r recesss. lie had a fine manly open
;. 1 thought a good deal about the
iter's remark. "What a character had
t little boy earned! lie had already
what would be worth more to him
n a fortune. It would be a passport inhe
best store in the city, and, what is
:er, into the confidence and respect of
whole community.
wonder if the boys know how sooil
y are rated by other people. Every
' in the neighborhood is known, and oions
are formed of him \ he has a cltarer,
either favorable or unfavorable. A
* of whom the master can say. "I can
st hiin, he never failed me," will never
lit employment. The fidelity, prompts
and industry which he shows at
ool are in demand everywhere, and ard
'.ed everywhere, lie who is faithful in
le, will be faithful also in much. Ho
e boys that you earn a good reputation
school, lb-member, you are just where
d placed you, and your duties are not
much given you by your teacher or
ur parents, as by God himself. You
ist render an account to them, and yoli
o will be called to render an account to
ui. He trusty?be iruc.
Mr. Yanderbilt's steam ship, in which
s proposed to make a pleasure trip to
rope and the Mediterranean, has been
ned the Korth Star. She will be
nched in a day or two, and it is
KJcted she will make the passage from
w-York to Southampton, the first port
ted, in twelve days. She is only 600
s smaller than the Collius1 steamers.
\ New-York paper mentions a rumor,
which it docs not vouch, that another
edition is being organized in Newcans,
with the design of invading tbo
tnd of Cuba. A colonel of the late
ngarian army is to have command ti%
\ expedition, which already, it is said,
libers a force of fifteen hundred men,
in Cincinnati and elsewhere.
A letter from Havana, dated February
, states that on the day previous the
nmander of the British corvette Fir*
'called on Judge Sharkey, the Ameriii
Consul, to make au explanation connig
the firing on the barque Martha
i/i. The explanation is said to have
;n satisfactory.
The Boston Transcript says that the
nds of Mr. Jonas Chickering will be
used to learn that his Manufactory is
lin under full operation. He is now
ning out about twenty pianos per
ek.
huring the past year, 182 applications
divorce were mado in the Court of
innion Pleas of Pennsylvania, aud 44
co the 1st of January.
n>e hog c;op of the West appears to
re turned out most bountifully thisyeai.
cording to the returns the excess of
inmls slaughtered and packed over last
*r amounts to four hundred and eighty
e thousand.
Peaoltiec.
The penalty of buying cheap clothes, is
3 same as that of going to law?the
rtainty of losing your suit and having
pay for it.
The penalty of marrying, is a motherlaw.
A lawyer once asked a Dutchman eonrning
n pig in court, "What ear marks
d he ?" Tel, ven I first begatne ac
aint mit de hock, lie liad no ear mark*,
cept lie bad a short tail."
The last Altar.
Ir Christianity should be compelled to
so from the mansions of the great, the
ademie* of the philosophers, or Uve
rong of busy men, we would find her
st and purest retreat with wotnen at the
wide, net last altar would he tbo fo- *
ale heart ; her last audience would be
e children gathered around the knees of
mother, h?t last sacrifice y?e secret pray ,
cseaping in silence from "her Hps, and
iard pethaps onlv at the throne of God."
80 writes an eloquent anther. This is
high etllogy upon woman* Rather that
11 Tn question Its jiutnaw, we solemnly
Imonish her to show herself worthy of
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