Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-06-03

grave gray OWL
A week flew past-it was again Satur-
day, and William Godfrey had accepted
an invitation to preach in neighbouring
town. The afternoon was fine, and it not
being necessary for him TO leave Lorraine
until late in the day, he proposed to Stella
an excursion on horseback Off they
went--she looking so beautifully in her
dark-green riding-dress, her little hat and
feather, and her whip, which she held like
some fairy wand. She sat the horse. too.
as graceful as Bird and like bird she
flew along, carrolling gayly, and making
sweet music under those graceful elms and
fragrant evergreen pines which canopied
their path.
Not one word had Godfrey yet breathed
of his attachments but this afternoon, he
felt, must decide his fate. Twice he es.
sayed to speak, but was too much agiated
to proceed.
"Stela" said he at length, in faltering
voice-here he heSitated--and all ,caS lost
for at that moment, on emerging from the
thicket into the high.road, an open car
riage passed them. In this carriage sat
gentleman--moreover, not only a young
gentleman, but very handsome gentle
man-and so long and earnestly did he
stare at Stella, that she blushed like a
damask rose. The carriage drove on.
Stella turned her head to look after it; the
strangers head was turned, too--how very
awkward!-and Stella blushed still deeper.
II wonder who that can be-" said she;
"he is very handsome-who can he be!'
This was said rather to herself than to
her companion, and as no answer was re-
quired none was given. But pang went
through the heart of poor Godfrey; wAy.
he could not tell, yet it seemed as the chill
of death to all his warm hopes and imag-
inings.
They soon reached home; and, as God
frey babe her good.evening, he said, as he
pressed her hand,
Il shall return, my dear Miss Lee, on
Wednesday, when hope to have CONVEX
saton with you, on which, hesitate not to
tell you, much of my future happiness de-
ponds; till then, dear Stella, adieu."
The colour fed from the cheeks of
Stela-for, to do her justice, she had no
idea until that moment how deeply she had
interested her companion; and bidding
him hasty farewell, she ran into the
house. Letting her little hat fall off on
her shoulders, and holding up the skirt Of
her long riding dress, she tripped into the
parlour-and there, on the little chintz-cov-
cred sofa-there sat the handsome stranger,
in conversation with her grandmother. She
would have retreated. but it was too late.
Mr.. bolivar, my DEAR" said the good
lady, "a particular friend Of your aunt
Agnes; but go now and remove that trou-
blesome dress, and then join us again"
And now if those scores of disappointed
youths, dying by inches for the love of this
cruel maiden, could have taken peep into
the heart of their fair enslaver, they would
have seen themselves about to be re-
venged. Even Cupid false fellow just at
the moment, instead of aiming his arrows
from her eyes, turned sportivcly round,
and pointing direct to the heart of poor
Stella, drew his bow--twang!-yes, there
sped the shaft!
Mr. bolivar was truly an elegant young
man, of polished manners and converse
ton. TO account for his sudden appear
ance in Mrs. Lees parlour, it is only neces-
sary to say, that so much had he heard OF
the lovelness and excellence of Stella Lee
from her aunt, in whose family he was init
mate, and from others who had CHANGED to
see her, that at first his curiosity was
aroused, next his pity for the young orphan
(for Stella had lost both her parents. while
yet an infant) and he determined, at al
events, he would see this paragon himself
, With letters, therefore, of introduction, he
proceeded to Lorraine.
When he met Stella on horseback hi
eyes and heart told him she could be ne
e other than the object which had brough
him thther. But who then. was that pal
n young man, her companion!
sony young clergyman" said grandma
. in tone which seemed to say, 20 no dan
:, ger from a Clergyman"
But not so thought bolivar, until, by III