Danger in the Dark - ZseZse

DANGER IN THE DARK.
CHAPTER I.
The melancholy Nun-Her soliloquy, and repinings-Colloquy-
The Superior of the Oonvent abruptly enters, having overheard
heretical remarks, and rebukes with severity- Thoughts on
nature and reason.
ONE rosy morning, in the smiling month of May,
there might have been seen peering from the narrow,
open window of a Convent, in a sequestered part of
the Queen City of the West, a young female, in the
'guise of a Nun-with fragile form, and pale, attenuated
visage. She would have made upon your mind
the impression of faded beauty - though beautiful
still. Her look was unhappy, dejected, and forlorn.
Ah I a rare, sweet flower was that, plucked by a cruel
hand, and left to pine, wither and decay! Though
deeply tinged, and darkly shaded with the hue of
melancholy, her blanched face was yet illumed with
bright intelligence. In that speaking eye, and pallid
countenance, was to be read the history of a crushed
and broken heart I With an air of discontent, her
wandering gaze, ever and anon, swept over the contracted
space left open to the view-which consisted
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