A BLIGHTED HEART.

Globe, Volume V, Issue 543, 15 March 1876, Page 3

A BLIGHTED HEART.

SAD LOVIS HISTORY OF A BEAUTIFUL KENTUCKY GIRL. (American Paper.) One of the most mournful sights we ever saw, and one of the most touching incidents that ever fell to our lot to witness, took place the other night at Dennison. The train going south was some hours late, and a number of passengers were waiting with what patience they could for its arrivals. As we entered the ladies' waiting-room we were approached by a very beautiful girl, whose dress, though rich, was considerably disordered. She stepped directly in front of us, and fastened her eyes upon our faces with the most appealing look in them, gazed for a moment, and then, as if disappointed, sighed and turned away. Up aud down the room she walked, with her eyes constantly fixed upon the door, and singing to herself an air as plaintive that it seemed to come from a heart overburdened with sorrow. A middle-aged gentleman sat in one corner of the room, and once or twice he spoke to her, and ' called her to him. She would immediately obey, but hardly would be seated before she would spriug up again, and continue her walk with her eyes fixed upon the door. Presently a gentleman entered and with a little fluttering cry she sprang forward, and surveying him, said, " Oh, it is too early, too early." The gentleman seemed as much surprised as we were, and taking a seat by our side he remarked on' her strange conduct. Just then a lady and gentleman entered, and the maiden exhibited the most intense excitement. She subjected the lady to the closest scrutiny, and evidently not pleased would toss her head and walk round her, once approaching and taking hold of her dress. At this the gentleman who had her in charge came forward, and taking her by the arm led her to a seat, where she sat with evident reluctance, and singing and crying by turns. Finally she got calmer, and the gentleman told us the following sad, sad story : " I live in Lexington, Ky. That poor girl is an orphan, and my niece. She has lived with me about five years, since her parents' death. Two years ago a young man came to our town from Baltimore. He was good looking, well educated, and brought letters of introduction from prominent business men in this city to several of our best citizens ; he soon obtained an entree to our best society. My neice was attending school, and one of her companions was the daughter of a gentleman to whom this young man had letters. She introduced them, and he at once became her cavalier. For a long time he paid her every attention, and last winter they were engaged ; she, loved this man with all the feivor of a true woman's heart, aud would watch for his coming with the greatest earnestness. Soon after their engagement bis visits became less frequent, and he was not as fervid in his manner and seemed in no hurry to consummate their marriage. Edna, my niece, made no complaint, but I soon noticed a great change taking place; that loDging,.wistful look came into her eyes, and at the slightest sound at the door, or a footstep, she would start involuntarily; finally he ceased coming, and one night as we were at tea my niece took up the paper. She had been reading but a moment, when I heard a shriek. Looking up, I saw that she had fainted and fallen to the flo?r. I rang the bell for the servant, and she was carried to her room, aud for weeks she hung between life and death with an attack' of brain fever. She recovered, but, alas ! the light of reason had fled from those beautiful eyes. The paper I picked up when she fell, and, on searching for the causeof her emotion, found the marriage notice cf this young man to the schoolmate of Edna, who had introduced them. lam now on my way to the South, in hope that travel and scene may bring back to the poor girl the possession of her mind. Edna is rational in everything but this idea, that he is still coming, and she must always be waiting for him. A door cannot open but she is there to welcome him, and at each time to be disappointed." The whistle of the coming locomotive was then heard, and as wa rose to depart, we bade adieu to the gentleman and expressed a hope that time would effect a cure for his niece. The last we saw of them was the poor girl crying bitterly, 'and we have never been able to shak'i off the feeling of sadness that comes over us at thoughts of her, or banieh that sad pleading mournful face from our memory and our dreams,