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. - _. _ _- '._.- . _._. - _- .. ... _. - . _ r ._-__ --. _-- _- -- --_ - -" -- _------ -..---. + -^--- m -, --- Y rr, - r =. .; . -t^ 1 Desportes, Williams & Co., Proprietors. A Family Paper,. Dovte to Science, Art, Inquiry, Industry and Literature Terms---$3 00 per Annum, In Advance. VOL. 11.. WINNSBORO, S. C., WEI)NESDAY MORNING, MAY 12, 1869. INO. 4 T1il . FAIRFIELD HERALD IS Pt;ttt.dI:u "nD wl.:I-:r .Y 11Y J)ESPOIITES WiL A IMS & ('O. Terms-TF.t liI:u. 1.1> is punlislhcrl W1'rt.h 1:, in the TIowni of w\itnnshot-, rat 3.19 i,t l'ar"lI,l| in u'lr e '. )1')" All tr,ansicnt, alvertiisenlncts to bo aridl inl advance. Obititary Notices anl Tirilml ',(1.00 per square. - The Old, Old Story. I bade lhim good-hyo with a laughing eye, In a careless. girlish way : But. I turnel asisle in tiime to 111410 The tear thnt w-1M bolld to stray Yet. I hrnshel oif wi 1ith joyous laugh, It haul fallen by him unseen: For li runst not know, ere I turned to go, What a foolish girl I'd Lcen. .. Hie nust. not know why I treImbled so 'Neath the glance of his dlark black eye. But back in my heart from whence it would start, I mt,i crush I hie rebel sigh; I hurried along lhroughl a motly throng, lnt. my eye %%ith1 tears were im i, And my heart was sore-it would beat no mnore, With the hope I was lear to him. For his words were cold, and his parting Me each warm love throb to still But ny passion wild, like a wayward child, W"oul.icI yicIi not to reason's will : I had lovel hin long, though I knew 'twas wlong, For he gave me no look, no wor I Yet passing ine by With i a careless eye, The chords of' my heart were stirred. I've seen lin smile on tlie lovely, while lie has oft Iirne frowned on ieo; Yet, his ihune ad 1tal m-e I can ne'er erasO Fron the boolks ot my ineinory ; I will keep them there, aunil oft in prayer iIis dear namne I'll waft above: An1d1 Ille aingels alone, when tie night winis 'no:111, Will hear of my hopeless love. [ Written Expressly for the Fairfield Herald.] WILD WOO . ('ll %1,'T1.n I. She was like A dream of poetry, tihat may not he Written or told--exceedingly beautiful. W I .Is. There stands in a secluded neigh borhood near one of our Southern cities an old and disnantled house, whose ruined walls are covered with creeping ivy and whose decaying roof is overgrown with dark green imoss. ''the folinge around is so dense that no glimtpse of the solitary mansion can be obtained, until the lost traveler has actually reached the iron gate, whii is situated directly in front, and from which, the once liofty portion could he distinctly seen through a long avenue of magnificent water--oaks. I tlrty, lost traveler, because no one volunta rily visits that mansion on account of an old legend which declares that the place is haunted by the spirit of a beautiful maiden, who lived there years ago. Those who reside in the vicinity assert most positively, that no ray of sunlight eve. shines upon the (lark andl gloomy walls, that 1no bird of heaven ever sinlgs amidl thle lofty branches of the towering oaks, that stands like grim sentinels around, and that no lovely flower rears its tiny head amonag the tangled undergrowth that literally covers tihe yard and gar.. den of the deserted mansion. But it is stately,even inl its decay, and glori ous, even in its ruims.. In its palmniest days it might have p been the pride and wonder, the envy and admiration of the country, for miles arountd. It seemed more like somel lofty castle of ancient times thtan an American dIwelling. The unu sual size, the lofty and imposing eol umns, tihe belfreys, cupola, winding staircase and nieches in the wall added much to its attractions. whlile the magnificent forest around, reminded one of "Sherwood, dark and green," wheore Robin IIood, with Friar T1uick and Little J1olhn held high revel night and day. There was a time when tile ruinous pile was grand and new ; when the yard andl garden were ornamented ' with rare and beautiful flowers; when the conservatory was filleod With thte most fragrant exotics. There was a time when a miniature lake, over which tihe lights and shladows were constantly dhanoing, reflected the clear blue of tihe heavcens; when a erystal fountain sang and sparkled and show ered its drops, like rare nnd costly diamonds, into the marb,le basin be neath. Ah I that beautiful fountain, with its own rainbow encircling it like a halo1, has vantished like a vision of the night and no traces are left, save here and there, a sma.l fragment of the marble that composed the basin. Years ago canaries and mocking birds, suspended in cages, sang in exqisite little sumflmer-houses, cover ed with oreeping vines of jessamine and honeysuckle, while wild birds of the forest, eamo near bursting their tune ful throats trying in vain to rival them, in the dlelicious sweetness of their songs. Statuettes of exquisite marble ornamented both houso and gardlen, while elegant pictures adorn ed the walls of the picture-gallery. Thore were women of beauty there both of ancient and modern times. ('leopat ra, the glorious sorceress of the Nile, who qualed pearls from her gemmed goblet and triumphed over the hearts of two of Earth's mightiest warriors. Nina Di llarelli-the may nificent Cumacan sybil of Rome, with her oriental beauty-the proud and haughty, but idolized wife of Rome's Rienzi, her last and noblest Tribune. Still farther on and side by side, hung Mary of Scotland, the most beautiful, the most illustrious and the most ill fated of her ill-fated race, and Anne Boleyn, the unhappy successor of the "spotless Arragoneso infanta'' in the affections of the pet lidious King lien ry of the honso of Tudor. Josephine, of whom Napoleon said, "she wins hearts while I conquer empires," look ed sadly forth from the wall, upon MariO Antoinotte, Austria's illustri ous princess and France's most unfor tunate queen. But we must not linger too long here, we must tell of those who in habited the hou.e and particularly of two fair maidens who camo often to look upon these lovely women that flourished years ago. General St. Clair, once a veteran soldier, after wards, a star politician, had sought this shade-embowered nook, to spend the few remaining years of his declin ing life-bringing with him, his only child, a maiden so fair and stately as to fill the minds of the simple coun try folks with awe and wonder, and a nephew as handsome as the Apollo Belvidere. General St. Clair had, in early life, wooed and won a lady, whose heart had never acknowledged him as its king. "lotives of interest had induced her parents to persuade her into a marriage which was dis tasteful to her feelings. 11cr husband sought in vain to win her love, he lavished upon her a soul's wealth of affection, robed her in garments like a queen's, decked her white brow with pearls from Bahrein and dia. monds from Golconda, but unfortu nately for him,it was not his delight ful privilege to call the warm blush to her cheek nor the tender love-light to her eye. After two years of heart-sick ness she died, when the little Leontara was but two weeks old, and went to rejoin her only love, who had found a grave in the "briny sea, where pearls lie deep." She manifested but little affection for the snowdrop that lay upon her bosom but one brief fort night. Those who watched beside her are said to have heard her iurmur once, as if in sleep, "she too, is fa ted." Perhaps this unhappy mother, who was approachiig so near to the dark bourne from which no traveler returns, had looked into the dread arcana of the future and had seen there, the coming fate of the frail babe whose life had cost her, her own. After her death, Leonora was commit ted to the care of her grandparents and General St. Clair again entered the great arena of publio life. Years passed, the fragile infant grew to glorious womanhood, refined, accomplished, brilliant, but, cold and stately as an iceburg in the Artic ocean. Men worshipped her from afar, as they worshipped the glittering stars that shone in the blue vault of heaven, so infinitely above their reach. T1here were two only, dared to approach her, her cousin Percy, who was also her father's ward, tihe only son of a deceased brother and, save the General anid his daugh ter', the only remaining scion of a long and noble line of aneestors. The oth er was Eugene Trevelyan, a traveled and polished gentleman, in his thi rty fifth year, and a warm friend and ad mirer of General St. Chair's. This man hand traveled much in Europe and A merica, some ini Asia ; lie had seen the Persian Pern and the Turk ish Hlouri ; tile d ark-b,rowed Spanish donnas; the golden-haired dames of Albion's beautCouls isle: the gay Par isian belles; the Orecian and Italian women, whose beauty is so renowned in song and story, but never in his life had he beheld so fair a creature as Leonora St. Clair. In England, even peeresses of the realm had eon descended to smile upon the princely American and wvherover he went lhe won golden opinions and bright smiles were showered upon him, but that proud knee bowed to none, that proud heart acknowledged no gneen until the frozen beaut,y of Leoniora St. (Clair, dawned uponi hlim, in its calmi, clear radiance like a thing of light. She was then with her father and cous in in a Southern city, a bright and shining star in the galaxy of beauty with a train of satellites forever in the distance. Her complex ion was as white as Carrara mar ble and without a blem ish. No roses ever bloomed upon her eheok ; the lily was queen-triumphant there.. Hier forehead was Madonna-like in its purity ; the brows, highly arched and delicately pencilled ; the lashes, long and sweeping; the nosc,an exqgui site Grecian ; the mouth, small,and tihe teeth, seemed like a line of pearls b)etween rows of corale ; the oars were beautifully shaped ;the head, rieck, aind in fact tihe whole of .the slender figure, might have been coveted by an empress. HIer eyes were "deeply, darkly, beautifully lue" and -her head was covered with a rich profu nien nf ringles o puty gold. She bore a striking resemblance to Rph-i. nel's Madonna. ],,it it was firmly believed that this girl with all her wondrous beauty war utterly devoid of a heart. 'lI'hose who I con.pared her to a cold and glittering t icicle, know not that she loved in se- d eret arol sorrowed that she loved, I mourned in bitter dust and ashes that u her proud heart wa" given to one, who v was all unoonsci-)5 thait maiden's r affections, richrr by far, than all the 11 wealth of the tldies had twined them selves around hiin n Percy St. (lair was, as became the descendant of a noble house, lofty n and noble, brilliant and handsome, g with dark flashing eyes and hair whose s jetty blackness, rivalled midnight it- I self. It had been the darling wish of 0 General St.. (lair to unite his nephew f and his daughter, but the gay indiffer- i ence of the one and the chilling reserve of the other, effectually destroyed his ii hopes. So when Eugene Trevelyan g returned from his European tour, p when the old man discovered his many d excellent qualities and behold his e deep and devoted love for his daugh- , ter, he almost rejoiced that she was 11 not aflianced to Percy. Perey, him self favored the suit of Trevelyan and ( wondered at his fair cousin's indiffer- b ence. Leonora, when holding com- 8 mtunion with her own heart, in the 8 holy twilight hours, feat that if she s could only love Trevelyan as much as v she esteemed him, she would willingly I and joyfully link her destiny with his P and go down the low valc of life, sup. ported by his strong arm. But the r hidden love that was consuming her r heart, cried out "impossible ! inpossi- t !Ie !!" Weary of being plunged into e a vortex of dissipation that had no o attractions for her, she besought her t father to take her to some sequestred e place, where they might spend the a remainder of their days peacefully. 1 Anxious to gratify her wish, Gene- 0 ral St. Clair purchased Wildwood, Z then just completed, from its owner who was so deeply involved in debt i that he could not do otherwise than P part with his elegant mansion, though fi with the greatest reluctance. Thith- t er wero sent costly furniture, books, t pictures, statues, &o., and in due time 1 went (lenrral St. Clair, his daughter a and Percy, to take possessioa. The a old man devoted himself to improving n the grounds. Percy was to spend the ' summer months with them and return t: to the city in the fall to pursue the I study of law. Time glided serenely along. Percy and Leonora sang togeth- t er, walked and rode together and the a latter began to hope that the sweet b 'dream of her life would be realized, a that the gallant Percy might learn to t love her, not as a cousin, nor as a sis- t ter, but as man loves the woman for i whom he is willing to sacrifice every thing but honor. Alas ! fair maiden, i graceful and delicate as the first frail I blossoms of Spring, must the golden s goblet of happiness so soon be dashed a from your lips ? Must another actor b appear upon the stage to win from 2 you the one whom you so tenderly t love ? Must the flowers of love in e your heart, lie bleeding 1 0 One day there came a letter with a 0 black seal to General St. Clair. Its contents were brief and were the last a request of a dying man-an old and C valued friend. hi "Take my child,"' lie said, ''and be to her as a father for she will soon r have no other on earth.'" h Such a request was not to be slight- I ed awl' a fortnight from that time ni cam:e gentle Lilian Lyle to dlwell at t Wild wood. Sweet Lilian Lyle with her fresh face, rosy cheeks, rich braids C of dark brown hair anid sort hazel J eyes, was-as Percy St. (lair secretly I thought-the sweetest little sun-k beanm that ever peeped into the great l' house at Wildwood. ti Ch!APTER ir. I I love L1hee, and I feel That on (hi, fountain of' may heart f.a seal n Is set to keep its waters pure and bright For thee. gHiEL.,Y. Autumn had come with its gorge- r ous tints and variegated hues-its cloudless days and its low murmur- d ing winds and still Percy St. C'lair u lingered at WVildw5,od arid gazed away ti down into the liqguid orbs of "airy, n1 fairy Lilian," as he playfully called the gentle stranger. Between LeSOno- I ra St. Clair and Lilian Lyle no bond hi of sympathy could ever vi.ait. Leono-- ra ra's heart seemed encased in solid ice ti and Lilian's sunny smiles and playful t1 ways failed effectually to thaw it.- t< Once she had said to Percy a "rs your cousin a marble statue or a a living and bireathing woman ?" andl b he had laughingly replied that some 3a day Leoniora would love like other a women, that the frozen heart would a melt and pour a Ilood of glorious ji sunlight into tIhe countenance, but the Ia time never came. t P'ercy and Lilian loved eaoh other' d though they spoke no word of love e and uttere d no vows. Unseen mes' o sengers from heart to heart ear- Y ried unapoken rnessages. They were o happy ; no thoug~ht of the future ever 8 elouded their joy ; they droamied net v that serpents lurked. in -pathwiys, t, atgew,l with flowe?rs, and th rustT out 0 their forke4,Aefiry tongaes tQ ingilit $ deadly wopands .upon the -.unh.eedng ' passer-by. To 'erc.y, it:a ..... a nystery-a never ecasing wonder ach day developed some now and ad irauble nait of character. Ier er itisite physical organization charms is eye, while the graces nnd virtdc hat adorned her cbarneter coniltu y cantivated his heart. Leq;ior new instinctively that she had'a i'lva n tho first night of Lilian's arrival ,'het}isho beheld the admiring bu espectful glance that Perey bestowe pon her, for she was beautiful, d< pite the tean ful face and sable gar ionts. Jeonora struggled against the de ion jealousy, but in vain ; his ire rip was upon her and the feeble r( istance that she could offer was easi y overcome. Outwardly she wa old and calm, but within, a burnina aver consumed her-an intense long ng for something dim and undefined he was immeasurably above contend ig with Lilian for Percy's love an radually withdrew from their con anionship as much as possible. Non reamed that in her breast there burn d such an Etna that all the waters o lie Atlautie could not have quenche It was evening in the latter part c )ctober; the sun was slowly sinkin ohind the Western hill-looking lik oine mighty luminary dipped in sa of sapphire ; a rich rose-color over pread the whole earth and the hea ens were deeply an serenely blue ,eonora sat in a ru tio chair in th arden, beside a b utiful statue c diobe, with one transparent cheel esting against the icy marble. The esembled each other much-the sta no and the maiden-save that th no was, diAsoived in tears and th ther.was, tearless. Ab ! could th he foijntains of her heart have open d-,Oould she have wept her sou wy as did Niobe, the fair plants an avely flowers that gfew and blossom d in her .heart would not sq-spo 4ve witherod.and perished. . "Passing away," 'murnuro&, A naiden to herself, "all- things ar assing away; tho ourth itself. $ypi es it; thQ:rosy and goldpn..lu.ih o lie forest, is but the herald of decay lie leaves are withered and fallen; th owers.havelost theiri fragrpneo an re drooping ; the bird- are leavin ud seeking a home in a more eonS ial clime where spring is perennial rhere orange bowers and magnoli roves, shed their rich perfume th ivelong year." As she sat thus and aoliloquiset bte twilight shadows gathered arouni nd the silver stars peeped out fror ehind night's dusky curtain. Step pproaohed and voices were soon dit inotly heard-the eathpAt pleudin ones of Percy and Lilian's'ns snft an weet as the chime of a silver bell. Leonora would have arisen, scorn ig to play the part of eaves-droppel at a chain seemed to rivet her to th pot ; her heart stood still and he trength forsook her. The two un ceded ones perceived not that rhite-robed figure crouched besid be statue of Niobe, with blanche, heeks and clenched hands, but spok n soft and low, as those who love in line to speak. "Lilian," said her lover in tende coents, "consent now, to become in ife-I grieve much to leave you be ind." "Nay, Percy,"~ answered shie, i layful, but tremulous tones, "yo aive but to-night told me of you >ve-I must test it a little ore I giv p my maiden freedom and put o lie golden bands of wedlock." "Put me to any test you like, in dry princess, none other than Lilia ayle shall over reign supreme over mi cart. Ah I sweet one, you can nove now what a crowning glory your pur >ve is to me." "Percy," said the girl in a mDusin ne, "how strange that you shoul >vO me. W hy not love Leonora 1" "Love Leonora '" chood Pec why L.an, I would as soon hay mought of loving the statue of Niob bat we have just passed." "Be still my heart," gasped Loone r, as it gave one great throb. T1he steps and voices died in th istanee and the pale stars shone dow> pen a lifeless figure, stretched upoi se dew-besuprin kled earth, by th uarble statue of Niobe. They found her thus. Percy ani silan had returned to the house, to ad been annou rreed and when Leonc i did not appear, a servadit.wae sen > summoni her, but the servatut' re ned, saying that she was no wher > be founad, A search was ,immedi tely instituted.throughuout the ground nd when she-was discoveredli Perey inmself,- lifted .her tenderly in hi aogam rd bore herthro; partment. There she lay,, for .day nd weeks, white as a snowdrop, an< inst as powerless. Lilian hung:.ov or witht to most affectioniate soli unde and nursed her with all the ten erness pod devotion of. a sister., N l6'd *f tbh'eter Ieaued ftrni-L mh e 11~ and Mi1e reathed her wan face for the' ligli ( hope hkd j~teeo oofntWN'eu eti ho convaleseed slowly ad'hey delig hos4 love foi her amhou#ted.'almoi o ado'rationxaas oVMjoyedelreti 1 miof the pa0eO toJolOd4m3esuti dinter munso&k. aana:' On the firat af' December Percy 1o - for the city, carry leg enshrined in his bosom the insgu of his spotlc.s lily, - and that sanme day came Eugene Trev d elyan to Wildwood to oll'r his brave, f pure heart to its quvenly mistie+s. 4i4ues had not impaired Leoorn's a wondrous beunty and in the eyes of 1 him who loved her with such perfect ,love, she seemed like an enshrined t saint, with her golden hair encircling d her head like a crown of glory. As Trevelyan looked upon her his heart - seemed to congeal within him. ie naked himself, "could any man ever - dare to call that woman, wife i n Surely not." A nd 3 et his great love . for her, like a mighty and irresistible - torrent, impelled him onward. So s when they sat alone in tbo coming 5 twilight, with the full-orbed winter - moon looking in at the window, and the great cheerful fire slowing in the grates, he knelt beside her and I told her of a love so deep and pure - and strong that angels migit have lis a tened and rejoiced. But sho turned - away from him in in her anguish and f cried, I "Oh ! would to God that I could love you-would to God that I could f feel your strong, protecting aria g around me-could rebt this weary, a aching bead upon your bosoml, but it a can never, never be." - In vain ho pleaded, with such pas - sionate, burning words of love as might have made the angels in hea D von weep. f Weeks passed on and ripened into c months and all things at Wildwood y remained unchanged, save the young - mistress herself. She had grown fit. a ful; her eyes glared sometimes with a a strange, lurid light and a spot of o crimson burned on each cheek. The - physicians spoke of consumption and 1 a malady of the heart, but knew notof 1 the volcano that raged within her - breast; knew not of the li htning-hike a .rapjdity with which the bleed, liko i.iuyning lava, coursed throughi her evams ; knew not that reason itself,ias a about to abdicate its throne. Leonora St. Clair was going mad f but no one thought it; no one dream ; ed tha, the white rose of Wildwood in e all her stainless purity, would go I down to the grave, a maniae. Spring camo. Earth put on her - iobes of henuty--lirilliant Iarterres of flowers bloomed everywhere-gen a tle zephyrs kissed the peach-bloom on o the cheek of Lilian Lyle, as she ran hither and thither, gathering flowers and weaving them into lovely gar I lands to decorate the pictures in the a gallery and the statues in the yard s and garden. Preparations were going - on for a magnificent bridal. Percy and Lilian were to be united. Every ;1 body was mad with excitement. Le onora herself, exhibited a faint show - of interest., though all unseen, her , eyes would somuetimcs glare upon a Lilian with such bitter hatred that, r had the fair bride-elect seen them, - she would have almost been netamor a phosed into stone. Sometimes too, a a triumphant smile would play upon I her lips and when no one was near, a e low mocking laugh would escape her. r Nor wdnnd T cinge my lri.al love y For any one of liv;ng mould. .. CAxenEI.r.. The bridal night had come. Tho a bridegroom with his suiteo had arrived. T Wildwoo seemed transformed into a r fairy palace. Lights gleamed from a every window ; flowers bloomed in a every nook andl corner, and light breezes wafted their delicious perfume y from room to room. Soul-thrilling a music pervaded the entire house, y while "fair women and brave men'" spoke low words of love beneath the a gorgeous chandeliers. Those who were romantic, stole out into the rose g bowers or atrolled around the yard. I The grounds were nmagnlficently light ed and presented a scene of the moat ', exquisite beauty. The pale eresent moon was slowly disappearing when a the last guests arrived. GIroups of domestics were gathered in the door -! ways, anxiously looking forward to Shie coming of the bridal party. Gene. a ral St. Chair was passing to and fro a among his guests,endearoring to make a the inutervening time pass pleasantly. a Percy and the groomsmen were au the library Impatiently a*aiting the p I pointed honr.eap a In an upper chamber, before a full. - length mirror, stood Leonora 8t. Clair t in h,er hand she held a small crystal - vial contaimag i dark gluid. She a was evidently contemplating h ereelf -in the mirror, and she was indeed s peerlessly beautiful. Stiff folds of ,satin fell around hef- slender figure a a tiara of diamonds sparkled 'upon a rhere matchless brow-an nnearthly s light gleamed in her dark blue eyes 1 and a deep~ starlet flush suffused her r once pallid cheeks. She' was splendid -ly attired and she looked npota hers - sel, seehiigly% with'great stisfa4-v a tion. S"Yes," she murmured, "I am attir r *d.like'assaltana, not' forathb btldal, 6 but for the tomb i thgere will be' two . -brides- to-night-'-two'brideeiofr an j4y , ;.brid6gtoopn, Ab i Pe'o'y St. Olalt, t :Mttle -do:you dreama that fou are never a .agaid:t@ presis therey lips of her t zwhom jon.' okh A gour.fspotlewi 111/,' I Mile .thb'drm ' blood.of lIfe dfow. through' ijerhviud"littI& ede- 1ydd Sramthaf, she. whom youn eumd whIt and cold, by the statue of N iob,e, was spared to deal you such a roarful blow ans would make your blood curdle even to think of it," "The hour la* comc," Slie cn( imn md, and raising the vial to hrr lip, she hurriedly drank its content s. Front a partly open drawer ste drow a sinall bright dagger and after carefully con coaling it in the folds of her dress, she glided from the room, hurriedly tra- ! versed the broad passage and entered the apartment of the bride. Lilian was alone and on her knees before the throne of God. She had desired her attendants to withdraw into another roon, that .she might. spend a few remaining ioments in aommunion with Ilim, who had be stowed upon her such unutterable tap piness. Leonora entered so noise lessly that her devotions wore not dis. turbed until she stood directly in front of her and then site arose, gazing with silent wonder upon her,who seemed to have been transformed into a terrible Nemosis. "Lilian Lyle," slo hissed between ir clenched teeth, "you are arrayed for your bridal. Know you that i deep and terrible grief rolls between you and your bridegroom ? A gulf upon which, no sun ever shines-over wh ich no rainbow ever hangs? Alt ! a gulf that no bridge of matn's ingenuity can aver span ?" She paused a moment and then, as if speaking to herself moutinued, "the poision works rapidly, but I Will yet have my revenge." "Loonora," said Lilian, trembling fearfully an4 Atonhpting to leave the room, "you aro-iad you know not nh ti you ay/,5' "N' ast" ech qd Leonora, as she sprueng .,t9 tho, :door, locked it and withdaw. the hoy, "A I ! I at mad udoo,. and you have made 1m1o so, yu -have stole front me the heart of 0 only man I ever loved and for that p fe't, you die to-night." 't-leray, screamed L1ilian in will dgBpairing accents, "save imo, Oh ! tvo ise, for the love of God." But the dagger was drawn and plunged into her bosom and with a low groan, she sank upon the carpeted loor. For a moment, Loonora stood with hrr rrertd fnr't drawn to its full h - .e w lit.u 1 .mo burning in her blue eye and thve wit hont a sign or sound, fell prostrate beside Lilian. Lilian's wild cry had boon hoard throughout. the cut ire house ; it rever berated ft,:m t om':~ '. room ; tho guests were filled with L.n.. teation ; alarm was depicted upon every countenance; servants ran wildly to and fro. Percy had heard the shriek as lie was in the set of procceding to the bt ide's apart ment. With a swift step ho reached the door, to find it locked, and the terriiled bridesmaids clustering sround, crying and wringing their hiands. "My God," lie cried, "wtthat can it be' Lilian, dear one, I an here, >penl the door for 0od's sake !" lnt no gentle voice answered him all within that room was as still tnd I 4iltnt as the grave. There was a great rush to the door, ponderous blows were aimed it it and after two or three unsuccessful cf'orts it yielded and Percy St. Clair and his uncle stood upon the threshold of Lilian's room. What dread ful sight was it that met their view?1 Whtat made P~orey St. Clair's dark check blanch and his piercing eye grow dint ? Why dlid the strong miant shake and tremn ble like an aspen leaf ? Near the (loor laty Lilian, lher browns hair dishevelled, hecr white dress cov ared with crimson stains and one fair hand resting on her 'bosom,5 bathed in lthe life-blood wiche wsas welling from i weundl beneath. A little apart lay rieonora-the gray shadow of death treeping over her and a smile of seraph oe swootncss settling upon her coun ~enance. She seeined more like an ine flgtthan a murderess and a m,icido. Poor, proud, bh'okon heart'h Bhio knew not what 81h0 did. D)uring the last few weeks of her life reason iad becon gradually resigning its em.. pire and Lilian's coiming miarri ago zavo it a final stroke. Lfeonora St. Chair, the heiress of WVild wood, the lucen of beauty, the idolized child of Uhe gray-hiaired old General, died a Words are inadequiato to describe he wild scene that ensued. The de-' iolato father trying in vain to restore ifo to the inanimate fo,rm of his child, als groans smniting p:dinf;slly, upon (lhe ars of theso around him, Oh I it was pitiful to behold the deep grief written so indelibly upon his face. r,ilian, it wvas diacovered, was not load, alto was conveyed to another 'partiment and the best medical aid mtuediately .summoned. Tfhe wound roved not t.o bo fatal, though it, was onsiderod seriQus, and the best nurs zig was reqjuired. eorcy: hung over ior for hiours, refusing to be comfort ad.until she herself, opened her eyes u$i4adq.lhim hope for the.best. Upon L'eonora's-dressing-table two letters were, disogvered, Qne to her 6 tb"1nd oneo to Trevahyan, :A ms ien *ag Imindd'fMiy d isiptohod to lti dm theiater froin" f e eiRg ed the 6eeno of the soebdd'day he c'ame, palep.:trd,est'aine'd and 'eai to look uponw tfid:last iremalii of 'her, wheni hsi ha;d so 4erblssly3 klo.m "Where is sh(6a.4rtefeioIoed-t' eas in hollow tone fromi i m ia l!~,. "'Trevelyan," answered lerey,whose ioble heart bore no malice, "her body lies in ymflecr room, but her sweet spirit Iuat: forsahen its earthly tene meint only to soar heavenward and dwell in celestial gardens, where the anmaranthine flowers of hope and hap piness bloom unceasingly, and whore fouptains of living water never fail." "Bid theni leave me alone with the dcad," spoke Trevelyan as lie entered the room wher e she lay, "the heart knoweth its own sorrow and the stranger intermeddleth not." l'ercy waved his hand, those who, were within silently withdrew and tho mourner was left alone with his lost treasure. "Iconora," he murmured, "thou art no colder in death than thou wert to mo in life." lie stood with uncovered head and gazed long upon the pale, waxen corpse, on whoo fnarblo brow tho tiara of diamonds still rested. His lips moved and again he murmured, "Ilenceforth the world shall be to me, a drearv wilderness, my home, a .epulelie. No s-veet hopo shall ever agnin dawn in my heart. No star ever again illuminato my pathway. All will be dark-dark-and dismal as the lonely grave whither thou art going. They call thee a suicide-a would-be murderess. Alh! noblo one, thou wort mad-no crime could have over stained the imnaelnato purity of thy fair hand, had reason resigned upon her throne. Let the bitter world ever dare to breathe that thou wast aught hut an earthborn angel and Eugene 'l'revelynn will wade through seas of blood to wipo the stain from thy spot. less nnie." "Oh, my ( od !" he continued, fall ing upon his knees beside the corpse, "h asten the time wheni my spirit shall aseond beyond the stars, whon we two shall walk together, the pearl-paved streets of the New Jerusalem and stand together, around Thy great white throne." Bonding over the body he pressed kiss after kiss upon brow, cheek, and lip, murmuring words of the most passionato endearment, then, after gazing long and silently upon the fair face, as if to impress every lineament of it, indelibly upon his memory, lie arose and left the room. Those who had seen Eugene Trovel yan in the pride and glory of his manhood, with the flush of health upon his cheek, would scarce have recognized him now. llis eyes had lost, all their brightness and were sumIkeit and surrounded by dark oir eles ; all color had forsaken his face and left it ghastly and rigid ; his step had lost its elasticity and he looked like a prematurely old man-one who had longed been tossed hither and thither upon the great billows of sor row. Those who looked upon him, didi so with reverence, and conviction came to every one that ho carried in biu bosom, a bleeding and broken Iea rt. But little more remains to bo told, ILeonora St. Clair was buried and a magnificent mausoleum of white mar ile reared to her memory, but the legend declares that her spirit found no rest in the grave and that a want spectre can yet be seen, when the moon and stars are shinting, as well as on (lark and stormy nights, gliding mysteriously from place to plac. Sometimes too, low, thrilling strains of nmusic can be heard, but oftone', heart-rending sobis, as if a heart were breaking. Whether this h)0 true or not it is known that .Idlian Lyle's fair eheeks woere often blanched wvithi ter ror, when by accident she was lef& alone during the period of her conva hesconiao. It is known also that she declared to Percy she could not rest in peace until the broad ocean rolled between her and the.grave of Leonora St. ClJair. They wvere married and found a hiomie on Transatlantic shores where no shadowy phantom ever came to disturb the the deep serenity of their wedded love and peace, S4oon after their departure, Geoneral St. Olair was gathered to.his fathers. oryears a solitary mourner inade annual pilgrimages to Wildwood, like some old pilgrim journeying to his sacred shrine. 'Phey say at sueh times, sighs would 1)e heard near the lonely grave under the weeping willow, and bitter pray ers. After awhile these visits ceased and men knew that Eu-' gene Trevolyan's (lark, stern face had vanished from earth and that he had gono to that blissful land where there is "neither marrying, nor giving ina mnarri age." A young lady school teacher of in.' dilana polls, was, Ote Sunday lately, en. denvorinug to impress -apon her schiof. are the terrible punishment of Nebu' obuadnezzar, 'She told them for seven years lhe ate grass just like a cow, r1nst then a small bo.y asked, "Did lhe givo milk ?" 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