Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-11-27

will certainly be irritable, jealous and UNI
kind"
"Neolia, you mistake his character; he
is naughty and cold to those whose friend
ship or love he cares not to secure. But
he is passionately fond of you, and would
do any thing for YOU"
mo, it is not so, Lincoln; but moment
since crossed wish of his, trifling one
too, he frowned, and there played about
his lip such an expression of scorn and an
ger. | could not bear it, and asking him
to excuse me few moments, sought this
interview with you. You know he will
leave here in an hour from this time. Once
more, say, shall not discard him ~
She ceased and gazed earnestly upon
her adviser, as though she would anticipate
his decision. He spoke not for many min
utes. He knew that she was young; that
she had been revealing in dream Of love,
which it seemed would prove evanescent
as had been sweet. He feared the defects of
Henry's character would clash with hers,
and cause them both much misery. Still
he knew that Henry was attached to her,
and lie thought that perhaps her present
feelings might arise only from momen-
tarv impulse, and that she might regret her
rashness VIII en- it would be too lats.
Il must oppose you, Neolia," said he
earnestly. "do not be precipitate. know
that YOU will think more favorably of him.
Do nothing rashlv. Now smile radantly
as is your wont-look cheerful l pray
YOU. AT first you seemed strangely aglta-
ted. Return to Henry-forg,ve him..
Neolia was not satisfied. but she re-
solved to take the advice which seemed SO
disinterested. She returned to the parlor
Henry Montfort was seated by a table leis-
urely turning over the leaves of an album.
His countenance was calm and placid as
summers eve As she entered he rose
and advancing to meet her said,
dearest, ! wronged you'll was un-
kind-but forgive your hayward Henry"
and as he spoke he took the fair girl il his
arms and imprinted kiss upon her lips.
"Will my fair Neolia forgive my I'M
kindness 2" continued he.
Media could not answer, but she smiled
the forgiveness her lover sought. And
when they parted it was with mutual pro-
testations of love and vows of fidelity.
Lincoln and Neola had been playmates
in childhood, but as he had been pursuing
his studies for several years at an eastern
college, and subsequently at lawyers
office at the capital of the state-they had
not met for years until within few weeks.
In the early days of their childish init
macy they had always been together. I'M
til the neighbors jocularly called them by
the name of man and wife. But time had
wrought great changes with respect to
them. Neolia had grown up into woman
hood, and her surprising loneliness had
drawn around her crowd of suitors,
among whom Henry Montfort soon rem
dered himself the most prominent by his
unremitting attentions.
There is a love in early life which
though in reality counterfeit, often de-
ceives those who experience it for the first
time, nor do they awake to the delusion
until they begin to feel that deeper and
more lasting passion, which winding itself
around every tendril of the heart, becomes
part of our being, and ceases ONLY with
the grave. Indeed we generally fancy, at
least once, that we love, before we really
experience that passion. 1t was so with
Neolia now. Flattered by the preference
of Henry she believed that she returned
his passion, and it was only when Lilcoln
returned, and she renewed her acquaintance
with her childish playmate, THAT she awoke
from her delusion Yes she loved Lilcoln.
She loved him too with an intensity of
which she was not conscious until too late
for her own peace. She found that in
reality her sisterly affection was love.
Three months elapsed, and Lincoln and
Neolia were again enjoying a tete-a-tete
1t was evening. As they sat together en-
gagged in earnest conversation one might
have thought
"a change had come DER the spirit of their dream"
A CLEAN of moonlight streamed through
the latticed window. Its clear, cold light
seemed to enhance the transparent fair
ness of her beautiful check and high Ma
donna-lke brow. Her raven hair was ar
ranged in rich braids, giving her counte.
nance the appearance of that of classic
: statue. Her elegant simplicity charmed ;
her unaffected dignity almost awed the en-
raptured and gazing beholder.
Her dark eye wore an expression of
sadness-yet. her conversation was marked
by sprightly vivacity which Lilcoln mis-
, understood He thought she was happy
and almost condemned her seeming desti-
! luton of sensibility. Little did he imagine
that her frame thrilled with pleasure if he
but touched her hand; that the tones of
his voice were to her fraught with more
sweetness than the most enchanting strains
of music. She loved him passionately, yet
hopelessly.
Whilst her lips were wreathed in smiles