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

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| the resplendent charms Of bis wife wild
mingled pride and uneasiness. The
resa's iealously quicksned perception
OWNED his feelings, but hor word
were few and constrained. Husband
and wife entered the carriage in bOdins
silence.
A food Of light bursts on their view
All! that il could dispel the gloo
within their soulsl Mirth insniring mu.
sic, aud laughter less gay. peal on Their
ears. Can they drown the whisper
ings Of the troubled spirit!
Mercutio and the beauteous Veni
tan enter the ball room together
Never had Theresa received the hom-
age Of the crowd with such soul felt
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-
claraton, which that handsome Louis
Quatorze is murmuring in her ear thar
causes that sudden start, and sends
the indignant blood from her cheek to
warm her congealing beart1 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
kiugi'
That beautiful girl in the dress Of
Anna Boleyn ? That must be the
young stranger so anxiously expected
Miss Himmelstein a friend Of Mrs
Walters, lately arrived from Europe.
This is her first appearance. What
palely transparent cheek I never
saw such a 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 APP
preached the young stranger. What
new and indescribeable charm spreads
over her countenauce as she gives him
her hand ! How affectionately confd-
ing is the smile, with which she greets
him Her looks follow him regret
tingly but he does not approach her
apain dnri-l- 81, ~----i"g.
theresa partook Of none OF the
gayetie5 around her. Her admirers
were Undecided. She was ever how
ering near the beautiful foreigner
near as the crowd Of worshippors,
which surrounded the fair girl, would
permit. Al 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, TOR
il 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 il
my sweet Meta. This is no place for
what / have to say
These were tho 6rsI words that fell
on her ear. And the voice--tbat ten
der voice-surely it was her husbands
'As soon as have excused myself
from the next dance,' was the whisper
ed reply.
Theresa looked forth. Their backs
we're turned. She glided stealtbily BY
them, rushed down the marble steps
Of the terrace, upon, which the ball
room opened-paused a moment at its
base and then the agitating 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 ielicIously
portrayed. In a moment more she
was concealed by the thick shrubbery,
and Mr.. Raymond, with his lovely
companion, descended the steps.
you 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
rinelets that shaded her forehead, and
pressed his lips upon it. 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 stihed sound interrupted him
The frightened maiden chung to his
arm.
Did you hear that 7. Let US go
back to the house. | am so terrified.
Il is an omen ofevil =
1t was only the rustling Of the bran