The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1838-08-02

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Many one was drawn within the ma
Rie circle she collected around her; but
tS0sinoiaparl-lwO whose bearing seem
TO say. that their place would have been
ny the side Of one 50 beautiful. Ernest
Laurence. and his friend Audly. we're talk
ing over al the scenes NJ earlier days.
and Needed mt when those siIvery &C.
cents fell sof. upon the ear.
| % But Agdly. ! hoped 10 see your mo-
Iher here TO night. | vas always good
friends ~ilh her. though I 80 Often led
you inio hair-bresd.h escapes; Why did
she moi eOme!"
The brow 0f Constant Amdly slightly
c"nirarird ss hr answered. '' She visits
hut seldom; hut you know she will give
you . warm welcome 10 the little break
fast room. where she sees al who are
dear To her without ceremony"
d" shall mist certainly avail myself Of
the privilege; but Rose is molionIng Us
10 rome Ia her. Does she not look beau
iiful tonight. my queen like sister!
Come. Constant. you, my friend. must
wear her cnlOrs."
lnez AudIy was bending over a draw
ing that she was copying for Mrs. Nor
ris. when the dnOr Of The small breakfast
room, in which she was seated, suddsnly
opened. Inez raised heI head, Mrs. Aud
ly approached, leaning upon the arm Of
n gentleman, whom she introduced as
Ernest Laurence, nne Of Constants dear
est friends. My Inez." said she. as
she staod evidently struck with the beau-
~ Of the blusbinR girl, " will you not re-
ceire him as such!"
luez remembered The words Of her
friend. and her saluiallan was tinctured
with mnre c0ldness Than was usual 10
her. lie was one who had carried the
charm Of childhood in,o his mature years;
and foreign travel, temptations, and new
associations. had not destroyed II; and he
now, with his own open winning man
ner, sat down by Mrs. Audly. aud re-
called the scenes Of his boyhood, with
all The freshness of early affection. Con-
slant nnw came in. and lnez gathering up
her drawing materials. retired IRON the
room.
&" Who 10 tina, beautiful girl" asked
Earnest, OF his friend. as soon as she left
the room. Such vision Of loneliness
| have seldom met with"
"She is my adopted sister. and claim
for her the respect due. a. il she was
bound to Us by the kindred tie. lnez is
no common character, and some day |
will give you her story"
Il was Mrs. Audly's birth day, and the
first for many years Iha. Constant had
passed al home. Since The death Of her
children, she had never opened her doors
to the gay world, but now she felt that
for his sake. she would sacrifice every
selfish feeling. and celebrate it. lnez
was too beautiful, she said. to remain bu-
ried in obscurity. and there were many
who would gladly hail the return Of her
son To his own home.
lnez sal alune IN her room: rich dress
was spread out IN the bed. and many an
ornament and jewel laid upon her dress.
ing table. and yet she needed not the
passing hours. Her head was bent down;
and deep flush upon her cheek, and a
trembling Of her slight form. bespoke
agitation. Kate Morris entered upper
ceived. and stealing 10 her side, threw
her arm around her.
"Inez! sweet lnez! why this cloud up
on your brow To night! Tell me, dear,
when mirlh and revelry reign triumphant,
why this fearful eye! this burning cheek!
Come, my sweet friend, don your festal
robe, and let me weave that chsplet oil
pale roses in your dark hair"
"Oh. Kate, would fly far from this
gay scene. My place ough, not to be
amidst the wealthy and proud who will
throng these halls Tonight. | wish mann
ma would excuse my appearing" and
again she rested her head upon her hand.
tile heard the gay din from the castle hall,
! But was aot in mood for the festival"
exclaimed Catherine, in a lively tone:
" A truce to thnse sombre fancies;" and
half by caresses, she reused lnez from
her dependency. There. swee, "ue. "
she exclaimed, as she assisted At her toi-
, let. "do | MOI play lire-woman TO pertec'
ton! The tnul ensemble Is exquisite,
only this pale cheek shames that white
wreath. Come"
Never had lnez been so touchlngly
beautiful as on that evening. and none
passed by that shrine of loneliness with.
out bes,owing the need Of voluntary adj
mira,ion. Ernest Laurence, since the
day of his introduction to her, had eVeI
fingered by her side, when they met, a:
1 if under the influence Of some fascinating
spell. Ernest, the gifted. proud Ernest
could not conceal from herself. that the
proteee Of Mrs. Audly was the brigh
star TO shed it's beam upon his Maynard
destiny. Yes, Ernest loved. nnl with the
, love of :nan. that is as the mothers CLEAN
but with deep passionate love- that wor
shipped ITS idol IN the lnmost recesses o