The Democratic Whig. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1843-04-06

: appearance, did honor to Romeoss ga
and inatchless friend. He gazed O.
: the resplendent charms of bis wife wit
} mingled pride and uneasiness. The
resa's jealously quickened perception
OWNED his feelings, but her word
; were few and constrained. Husband
and vile entered the carriage in bodin!
, silence.
A fioodof light bursts on their view
All! that it could dispel the gloo
within their souls! Mirth inspiring mu.
| sic, and laughter less gay. peal on tbeiI
ears. Can they drown the whisper.
ings of the troubled spirit
4 Mercutio and the beauteous Veni
tian enter the ball room together
Never had Theresa received the hon.
| age Of the crowd with such soul fell
indifference. Her restless eyes are
seeking some undiscovered Object
She gives her ear to those beside her,
but not her mind. Is it the daring de-
claration, which that handsome Louis
| Quatorze is murmuring in her ear that
causes that sudden start, and sends
the indignant blood from her cheek to
warm her congealing heart No, she
seems unconscious alike of her pres
ence and devotion. Her eyes are fas-
tened to the vision-like being who, en-
ters the room.
Who is she ? gasped Theresa with
out moving her eyes, but pressing her
hand tightly on that of the enamored
king?'
THAT beautiful girl in the dress Of
Anna Boleyn ? That must be the
young stranger so anxiously expected
Miss Himmelstein friend of Mrs
Walters, lately arrived from Europe.
This is her first appearance. What
palely transparent cheek l never
saw such golden fleece of ringlets.
There is something unearthly in her
loveliness. All (! warmer and more
terrestrial beauty for me =
Theresa heard him not. She was
watching her husband. Mercutio ap-
preached the young stranger. What
new and indescribeable charm spreads
over her countenance as she gives him
her hand |! How affectionately confd-
ing is the smile, with which she greets
him. Her looks follow him regret
singly but he does not approach her
again daring the evening.
Theresa partook OF none Of the
gayeties around her. Her admirers
were UNDECIDED. She was ever how
ering near the beautiful foreigner
near as the crowd Of worshippers,
which surrounded the fair girl, would
permit. At length wearied sick at
heart, and disappointed at finding no
more substantial food for her jealousy,
she withdrew from the jewellers and
seated herself at the open window, flor
ii was spring. IN the hope, perhaps,
that the reviving air would cool the
inward fire, which consumed her.
Come with me to the garden ? The
air is balmy, and you need not fear it
my sweet Meta. This is no place for
what | have to say
These were the FIRST words that fell
on her ear. And the voice-that ten
der voice-surely it was her husbands
sAs soon as | have excused myself
from the next dance,' was the whisper
ed reply.
Theresa looked forth. Their backs |
were turned. She glided stealthily by
them, rushed down the marble steps
of the terrace, upon, which the ball
room opened-paused moment at its
base and then the agitsting passion,
which convulsed her spirit, gave to
her distorted feature that expression of
intense anguish blended with triumph |
at her anticipated revenge, which the
pencil Of Paris had so lelicitously |
portrayed. In a moment more she
was concealed by the thick shrubbery, |
and Mr.. Raymond, with his lovely
companion, descended the steps.
tYou cannot understand, my dear
Meta, why, / have seemed to avoid
you the whole evening. You needed
my support, and / perceive are pain.
ed Mr.. Raymond, as he said these
words, smoothed back the clustering
ringlets that shaded her forehead, and
pressed his lips upon ii. To tell you
unpleasant truth, Meta, 1t was neces-
sity. My wife is here, and, as you
have probably heard, is as jealous as
Juno
A s.iAed sound interrupted him.
The frightened maiden chung to his
arm.
Did you hear that z. Let US 60
hack 70 the house. / am so terrified.
It's an omen ofevil =
1t was only the rustling Of The bran-