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A STHA1T3ER.
Alone, ulone I sit alone,
I know no one, I am unknown.
With mine no heart will Intertwine
No other soul communes with mine.
There Is a mack on every facs,
That makes me stranger to my race
There Is a wall round every heart,
That fences them from me apart.
My proffered faith engenders doubt
My heart's own lore meets hate without.
I give my trutt and am deceived
My soul's own truth Is not believed.
One loving heart one kindred mind
I seek In vain through life to find
All hearts my sympathies elude
Earth's life Is one greut solitude.
I sit alone In another iphere,
A better world comes hovering near.
A higher lifo,' a higher love
Floats through tho etherial space above.
Though I live alone, there glows within,
A pure, bright light thnt purges sla.
An Innor sunshine Alls the air
A love divine is everywhere.
Rose's Elopement,
on
Mr. Emmerson's Surprise.
IT WAS a dull time in Wall street one
sultry afternoon In August. Business
was over for tlio day, but Mr. Emmerson
still lingered in Ills office, perhaps because
no pleasant home called him away. Certainly
the little room, with Its piles of account
books ond swnrm of flies, could have
possessed no attraction fur any but a
homeless man.
The day had been one of unprecedented
success even to Mr. Emmerson. A lucky
bid on gold hnd resulted in a small fortune,
an oil well had sprung into existenco on a
tract which its former possessor hnd sold
for a aong as a barren waste, and some
railroad stock in which he had numerous
dhnres advanced beyond all exjiectation.
Yet no evidence of exultation was visible
in Iiin appearance, and further than giving
the little flower-girl who daily brought her
choicest bouquets to tho wealthy broker,
a doublo price for her roses he was guilty
of no departure from his usual methodical
ways. If any man in Wall street hod
cause for satisfaction and self-congratulation
it was Mr. Emmerson, when he rcmombered
the struggles by which he attained his
present commercial cminonce. It was well
known uniting his acquaintances, that not
many years before lie had returned penniless
- to his native city after a short residence in
Europe, which had proved neither creditable
nor profitable. Ho was no misanthroiie,
but a cloud of oare or sorrow seemed to
.hang around his happiest moments; and
although his constant reserve secured him
from Iho intrusions of the curious, rumor
bad generally assigned an unhappy mar.
ilaire as the cause; but beyond that of
.peculation society had no resource.
Young Harry Waltbam stepped Into tho
oilioo on his way down town this afternoon,
and was warmly welcomed.
" Well, Harry, how hus the world used
you to-day ?" Mr. Emmer&on Inquired,
shaking hands w ith his friend.
" Business has been unusually dull at our
place, thank you, I heard of your strotik
of fortune with gonuino pleasure. When
Atkins told me of it this morning, I said,
i if there is a man in New York who deserves
success, it is my friend Emmerson I"
" You are wasting enthusiasm, Harry.
I think we all got more than our deserts in
this world, or we should bo poor indeed,"
Mr. Emmerson replied gravely, but kindly,
and glancing towards his friend ho detected
the absence of his usual gaiety.
" What has gone wrong with you Harry;
more obstructions in the course of true
love?" he asked with his pleasant humor.
Harry Waltham, manly fellow that he
was, ordinarily cool and self-controlled,
struggled with some emotion. It was a
moment before he could speak calmly.
"It has reached a crisis," said at
length. "Mr. Gordon was not content
with shutting Rose up in a school in some
out-of-the-way place, but ho has sent his
rascally son Gerald up there, to torment
her with his attentions. Their motive is
plain enough; Oerald has squandered half
her procrty in speculation, and menns to
marry Rose to prevent a settlement."
" Where is this school situated?" Mr.
Emmerson asked.
"In a small place called Sharon. Belle
Landon, who is homo on a visit, brought
me a lettci from Rose. Sho says the poor
girl is very unhappy, although she is great
ly loved by tho whole school, who do all in
their power to make her life more pleasant.
Belle named her Rose of Sharon, when
she flint went up there, and she is well
known by it still, I believe," Harry said,
his cheek glowing, and speaking with
loverlike pride. " I do not object showing
you hor letter, Mr. Emmerson; you will see
that it places me in a strange position."
Mr. Emmerson unfoldod the perfumed
sheet, delicately omitting to read the affec
tionate address, and commenced a littlo way
down tho pago:
" Gerald's attentions are becoming posi
tively unliearable. He intercepts nil my
loiters, and has so prejudiced Mrs. Riving-
tou against my friends that I fear no one
could gain her permission to visit me; as
my guardian's son, he, of course, has many
privili-gcs wlilcli would not be allowed any
one else, and ho uses them to make me
unhappy. I am well aware, dear Harry, of
nil your scruples against marrying mo be
fore vou have a fortune of your own, and
much as 1 honor your consideration, I can
not think it reasonable or necessary to leave
mo longer unprotected. I have a plan
which I think might prove successful, if
the parties will all be agreeable. Mr. Kin
merson was a friend of my father in the
happy days of the past,and I can remember
Ins visits at our house when 1 was quite a
child. If ho could be persuaded to assist
us, I think by introducing himself as an old
friend, he might gain Mrs. Rivington s con
sent to take me to rule. At some con
venient place you could await us, when we
could call upon our menu, tho lsov. Mr.
Arnold, and be married before our plan was
discovered. 1 know you will not think mo
uninaideniy in speaking thus plainly, dear
Harry, and you can judge how unhappy 1
must be to resort to such deception as a
remedy. Let mo hear from you soon iiu
til we meet 1 am, as ever, your loving
KOBE,
Mr. Emmerson's faco wan very smiling
when he returned the letter to his friend.
So I am exjiectcd to enact tho benevolent
and chivalrous Mr. Pickwick in this little
drama," ho said in his quaint way. '
"Something very liko it, truly, minus
the various blunders and accidents which
invariably befel that worthy gentleman,"
Hairy replied, appreciating the humor.
" I suppose your happiness would bo in
complete without this fair Roso and her
fortune," Mr. Emmerson said musingly
" but this is certainly a delicate business
gaining tho friendship of a lady for the
purpose of doing injury to her school."
"I have thought of that, and so has Rose.
Consideration for Mm. Riviiigtnu alone pre
vented her from taking the step several
months ago." '
" What namo did you mention?" Mr.
Emmerson questioned hastily.
"Mrs. Rivington; she is a widow, a beau
tiful and accomplished woman. I met her
once in New York and was charmed with
her."
" Do you know how long she has been
in that place?" Mr. Emmerson questioned,
with changing color.
"I do. not; my interest in the school
dates from the time Rose wont there; but
Sharon is so insignificant a place.one might
be buried there for several years, and few
if any know of their existence. Is the lady
a friend of yours?"
" No; oh no, It is merely a coincidence of
names," was the reply. "I will think
ulMiut this matter, and let you know my
decision; Harry. I have an engagement
yet this afternoon," and Mr. Emmerson
rose hurriedly. 1 lis whole manner seemed
altered, and young "Mr. Waltuuin, intent
upon his own troubles, interpreted the
chango as auguring ill for lis causo.
"Mr. Emmerson," Harry interrupted
hastily, " I will detain you but an Instant,
yet I cannot let you leave me, uncertain of
your opinion of the course I ought to take
in this affair. It is possible you disapprove
of my marrying Rose under such circum
stances?" "No, Harry, I do not see that you could
be expected to refuse such tempting pro
posals; not every young man has such at
his disposal. Tho fortune is of course
trifling in comparison with otlibr consider
ations; but Hairy," and Mr. Emmerson
spoke with an earnestness which amounted
almost to solemnity, laying his hand upon
Harry's shoulder and looking gravely into
his face "have you weighed well the im
portance of this step? Have you consider
ed that marriage is something more solemn
than a pleasant acquaintance, that it is a
stern reality, requiring much forbearance
and self-renunciation, and if lacking these
elements may bo of all existence the most
wretched and intolerable ?"
Mr. Emmerson paused, as if unable to
say more. Hairy bud never seen his fnend
thus agitated before, and whilo it recalled
to his memory floating rumors of his early
life, it touched his young heart to know
how doeply ho must have suffered. He was
equally earnest when he spoke again.
'If Rose had been devoid of wealth she
would have been my wife before this, and
I should have rejoiced in each struggle with
fortune for her dear sake. That her love is
equal to mine, her letter can prove. When
I can truly say that it will bo tho aim of
my lifo to cherish and guard her, may I
not reasonably hope that our future may
be one of happiness?" he would have said,
that we may escape the misery and un-
happincss which full to so many," but dell
cacy checked his words.
God grant you peace I" was the fervent
reply. "You have done much to cheer
my lonely life, Hairy, and when you have
a wife and home to gladden your own, you
must not forget your old friend, Harry, nor
allow the obliging and convenient Mr. Pick
wick to be laid neglected upon the shelf,"
bo added pleasantly.
Mr. Emmerson, you do me great in.
justice by tho thought, and it is not like
you to doubt your friends. You must know
how warmly Rose and I will always wel
come you to our home, and how sacredly
we will cherish tho remembrance of this
kindness," Harry answered with emotion
" It is little to remember; if your hap
piness is secured I am well repaid. In re
gard to others I am quite indifferent to
the opinion of Rose's guardian or his son;
but I must confess Bomo scruples against
such a design upon tho Preceptress, Mrs.
Rivington, I believe you called her," and
Mr. Emmerson spoke with hesitation.
fear such a scheme against an unprotected
lady is scarcely consistent with tho charac
ter of Mr. Pickwick," ho addod, laughing'
ly, as he parted from his friend.
If Harry Waltham, with tho elasticity
of a youthful nature, buried his troubles in
the sweet oblivion of slumber that night,
ho was more fortunate than his friend.
Long after the stones in the street below
ceased to eclio too lootstcps or tlio passing
crowd, Mr. Emmeraon paced his lonely
room. ' Tho incidents of the afternoon had
disturbed his ' thoughts from their usual
quiet course, and now, after hours of strug
gle, he still battled with an army of long
buried hojes and affections; each bitter-
ness and transgression of tlio jiast standing
forth like an accusing foe. He paused at
last before an antique cabinet of rare value
and workmnnsbip, unfastened the locks,
and throwing open the doors, disclosed
portrait set something after the manner of
an ancient shrine.
Tho beauty and life of tho picture alone
were suOieiuut to betray a careless observ
er into admiration ; but standing as the
only visible link between the desolation of
of the present and that past, of which a
part at least had been one of bewildering
happiness, it was moro than priceless to the
lonely man who guarded it with misery
caro. Tho canvas boro two figures :
A woman young and lovely, but little bo
youd girlhood ;iv roguish smile encircled her
small mouth, but a tender light shore in
her violet eyes, as she gazed upon the dim
pled laughing child In her arms. Jt was
difficult to recognize tho imperturbable bro
ker, in this sad agitated man, over whom
these pictures possessed such painful but
irresistible fascination. Tlio long years of
the past, which he had so jealously guaided
from prying eyes, memory with unsparing
hand spread plainly beforo him, and alter
years of repentance, it was more than ho
could bear unmoved. '
When Mr. Einmersoti warned Harry of
the solemnity of mariiago, his mind was
full of the memory of hi own suffering
and he feared to see his friend placo his
happiness in the hands of a young undis
ciplined girl. Very like Harry Waltham
had Mr. Emmerson been ten years ago.
At that time he was tho unrestrained mas
ter of his own destiny, and also a liberal for
tune;wcll calculated by his generous, urumB-
piciouB nature, to become tho tool of crafti
ness and design. Tlireo years of student life
in Paris and Germany was fast corrupting
him, teaching him recklessness and desper
ation, when his heart was takon captive by
Helen Rivington, a pure and lovely girl, the
daughter of an English clergyman. From
that time he led a different life; forsook his
gay companions, and filled with honor those
positions for which by nature he was so
well qualified. He becamo the kind son of
tlio aged clergyman, the devoted husband,
and the tender father of the little girl he
fondly called his" Pearl." Four years of
happiness passed in the quiet foreign town
where they lived, when Mr. Rivington was
gathered to his fathers, and Mr. Emmerson
resolved to travel with his wifo and child.
They settled at Paris for the winter, and
there occurred the errors he had now to re
pent. In tho happiness of his married life he
had forgotten tho exciting pleasures of
former days, or supposed the taste which
craved them supplanted by one of pure
nature; that it only slumbered to burst
forth again upon the renewal of familiar
scenes and acquaintances, was not the
evidence of a depraved heart, but the scars
whjch a course of transgression and way
wardness invariably leaves. Helen was
conscious of a chango in her husband, but
her purer refined nature could have no sym
pathy with his temptations, and she met
his excuses and apologies with coolness and
reproach. Each day increased the estrange
ment, and one night when Helen, unablo
to sleep, awaited her husband's return, he
was brought home insensible, flushed with
wine, and wounded in a duel over a French
actress, who brought him in her carriage,
and then hung around his bed, weeping
and wringing her hands. Helen stood
motionlcss.looking on with an aching heart,
but when the actress, with natural kindness
would have poured out her explanations
and pity, she pushed her away like some
thing unclean, and gathering up her skills,
swept from the room. Site was told hor
husband's woutid was trifling, that he
would soon recover, and, waiting to hear
no moro, she lied with her child, leaving
no trace of her course.
The remorse which came to the young
husband upon tho return of consciousness,
may be imagined. It was in vain that bo
employed every means to discover his deep
ly injured wife; at length Hurling his search
useless, he placed the remnant of his
fortune with a friend, to be held in trust
for her, hoping that she might come for
ward and claim it, when no longer pursued.
But all these year had given nothing but
struggle and discipline; in loneliness and
sorrow ho lmd achieved a noblo manhood,
though to-night the light from the over
hanging chandolioi betrayed many a silver
hair, and his broad white forehead was
seamed by many lines of care. In tho
prime of lifo, Mr. Emmerson stood alone,
uncheered by affection, bereft of the ties
which make lifo a pleasure, haunted by
remorse and tlio memory of happy days,
the solo remnant of the past; the pictured
resemblance of those ho hud so fondly loved
and deeply wronged.
Whatever scruples Mr. Eininurson enter
tained against tlio part ho was solicited to
undertake for tlio benefit of his young
friends must have been happily overcome,
for not many days after the proposal was
mndo to him, he rmbaiked for the scene
(faction. The delightful freshness of the
country scenery and the bracing mountain
air wore invigorating to tho city business
man, who saw so little of nature; his spirits
rose rapidly, and when the little villngo of
Sharon was reached, which lay basking In
the sunlight blissfully, unconscious of any
design upon its peacefulness, ho felt equal
to tlio performance of any task, however
difficult. Just enough of day remained for
Mr. Emmcison to acquaint himself with
tho location of the principal features of tho
place, including of course the young ladies'
seminal y. A conversation with mine host
of ttie hotel, made him familiar with most
of the residents of the place.
Pretty Rose Lawrence had received duo
notice oi Mr. Emmerson s intended arrival,
and when that gentleman sallied forth tho
next morning, a short walk brought him in
contact with a young lady to whom the en
counter was no surprise. But even the
pretty face of Rose did not prevent him
from gazing in a puzzled, eager way upon
the littlo girl who accompanied her. It
was the way we often gaze uon a face
which recalls a lost or absent friend. Rose
was puzzled by his abstraction; half
fearful of mistake, she advanced to meet
him, the color fluttering in and out of her
cheeks.
" I cannot be mistaken, I think. You
are my father's friend, Mr. Emmerson."
she said, timidly.
"Quite right; and you are, or rather
were, my little friend Rose," Mr. Emmer-.
son returned, with sincere pleasure at the
meeting, looking down with something of
tenderness upon the pretty girl he had
promised to befriend in such a strange
way.
" I remember too well the happy day
when I was your little Rose, and searched
your pockets for the bon bnnt you wer
sure to bring me" she replied tcais swelling
up in her dark eyes, "And you will be
the same kind friend now,. Mr. Emmerson,
when I have no dear father to guard and
protect mo. Will you not?" she asked
prettily.
He pressed hor little hand kindly, an
swering in bis quaint way, although hi
heart was tender for the orphan girl. " I
cannot refuse my littlo friend hor wish,
though she asked me for a husband instead
of ion Jon," he added, softly.
She was a blushing Rosy by this time,
answering him only by the tears in her
dark eyes.
"Maggie," she said, after a moment, ad
dressing the child to whom Mr. Emmer
son's eyes wandered frequently, "do you
not want to buy some caramels at the con
fectioner's? Our box is quito empty, I
think I will wait for you at tlio corner."
"AVhoisyour littlo companion?" Mr.
Emmerson asked as the child ran away.
" Maggie Rivington, the daughter of our
Preceptress. The poor child is fatherless
as I am, but she has a loving mother to
care for her."
Mr. Emmorson seemed upon the point of
questioning faither, but checked the Im
pulse. "My dear Rose," he Bald, and his
voice was grave, almost stern:
" I cannot give my encouragement and
assistance to this scheme, until you assure
mo that you have not decided upou it with
out much thought and consideration. Your
happiness as well as Harry's is very dear
to me, and I should grieve to see you rashly
take a step which might bring sorrow and
wretchedness to both."
f
" Please, Mr. Emmerson, do not tbttik
mcjebihlish or frivolous;I love Harry too
sincerely to urge him to an act which I did
not think would be for his happines, as
well as my own," sho answered, with wo
manly earnestness. " I have but a moment
to explain our plans," she continued, hur
riedly, " for I see one of our teachers com
ing. Fortunately Gerald Gordou had an
imperative business engagement in New
York, and has left me unguarded for once;
and this morning Mrs. Rivington was un
expectedly called from home. It will not
bo difficult to gain the consent of Miss
Fuller tho assistant teacher, to take me to
ride. Harry is awaiting us at the clergy
man's a few miles from here, and the
absence of two sentinels is too favorable an
opportunity to be lost, although I had not
expected to elope until to-morrow," she
added, laughing. Rose had only time to
assume a careless air, when a number of
the young ludy pupils and their teacher
approached.
"May I dotain you a moment, Miss
Fuller ?" Rose asked, in her sweet persua
sive way. "I have just met a gentleman
who visited my father's houso when I was
a litttle girl. May I not Introduce him to
you ?" adding before she could remonstrate.
"This Is my friend and instructress, Miss
Fuller, Mr. Emmerson. Your mutual
excricnco of my waywardness ought to
make you friends," sho said gaily." "1
doubt not Mr. Emmerson could tell you
terrible stories of my childhood."
" I am not inclined to beliove you were
ever very terrible, my dear," tho teacher
replied, looking fondly at her pretty young
charge. '
" If I remember rightly, Iloso was quito
a faultless little girl, willi tlio exception
of a great fondness for confections, iu
which respect X perceive she has not chan
ged," tho gentleman returned pleasantly,
pointing to the pack ago Maggie Rivington
was at that moment placing in , her
hands.
1 " She is the good fairy of the school, and
s generous of hor gifts as the goddess of
plenty," Miss Fuller remarked smiling.
CONCLUDED ON SECOND TAOH.