Sue grew rigid an instant; then, over-strained by the excitement, fell desolate on the earth. She wept
Ah, what is so pitiable as a loving heart, spurned, despised, by the object of its love! What so cruel as the youth, favored by fate, who will crush beneath his feet this precious gift of love! Will not the despised one's tears rouse against him an avenging spirit?
At length Sue's sobs ceased; slowly and despondently she dragged herself home.
The sun had long since set; the hush of evening fell upon the valley. The village was silent; all slept.
(To be continued.)
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