The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1843-04-22

O "PP'esseo feelings. She heard he
mo'her's carriage drive from he street doc
= ana shortly after low knock from wi,bou
her own room.
She quietly opened the door, and receiy
ed card from the hand of the servant. A
cry OF deligh, sprang 10 her lips as sb,
glanced over its white, polished surface
ana she breaIhed inaudIbIy --'Allred ST.
Clair =
| ringing light silk shawl gracefully
around her slight form, she DESCRIBED to
me receiving room. ST. Clair rose as she
entered and Leoline famIiarly extending
her hand, the young gentleman pressed /,
respectfully to his lips. A slight blush
manted the features of Leoline at the ac,.
ard her sof, voice ,remhled
Miss Weston said ST. Clair, gently:
you will no doubi, be surprised at the
purport OF my visit--but having understood
with feelings best known to a sensitive
m'nd' that your honored father has openly
expressed his disapproba,ion Of nv frequent,
ing his dwelI'ng-I thought i, requisite 10
apprIse you, Of The future discontinuan.
ces-
Who is his accuser!' interrupted Leo.
line, quickly.
his own-Iips,' he replied calmly.
Then am indeed'-Leoline n.nsod |
aelisled and be wildered tea r. drops gIjs,ened
through her dark lashes. and trirkIeu ut,vu
upon her flushed cheek, lay like diamonds
10 The bosom of the morning rose. The
siken folds the rich mantle she had flung
around her, stirred ,remuously, and her
ow voice appeared drowned in the s,rug-
CLING sigh thai crayed an uuerauces Alfred,
silently pressed The delicate fingers that
,esied lightly on his arm, and for momen.
heir eyes met-one single glance. and the
elltale torrent rushed TO the very brow Of
Leoline. Not tone was uttered, hu. the
'loquence Of that momenlary glance told
more than could the poetry of words. Ii
vas the soul that spoke. in its own beau,i.
ul language.and lhe harmonious brealhln gs
ound an echo IN the mysterious labyrnths
'( The human breast. Alfred caught The
air girl in his aims, and clasped lier yield.
ng form to his heart
'Leoine,' he whispered softly, will yo,,
,e mine-my own sweet welded wife?'
She lifted her glowing gaze for a momen,
o his face-and in that look, was blended
owe and assent. A faint smile lIumined
ler beautiful features, and she hid her
bushes in his bosom. ST. Clair bent fondy
over his new found gem, and parted the
lark clustering rlngeis from her brow.
'And could's, thou leave this splendid
home for one less luxurious" lie sand;
coud's, thou leave Thy parents, ard brave
with me the fortunes of an adverse world?
Speak, Leolne-thou art ye, young, and
iever has the cloud OF diversity bedimmed
hy daysl'
'Ye.-oh yes ! she murmured-and
hey were happy.
n *-*
Alfred ST. Clair had departed-and Leo
line sat absorbed in delicious reverie. Her
mother had long since retured; but Mr..
Weston remained absent. Mrs. Weston
pondered over the cause Of the unusual
her injured dignity would
not allow her TO take one step towards re-
Cancellation with Leolne. Thus shades
of twilight were slowly gathering, and Mr..
Weston appeared not. Mrs. Weston sal
al the front parlor window, looking up and
down the darkening thoroughfars,her anx-
ious countenanco betraying the evil fore
bodings that reigned within. Sill the
father came not. Conjecture after conjec-
ture took possession of her wandering
thoughts, but were as quickly dismissed as
absurd or improbable. Tea was announced
and when Leoline descended, she learned
with amazement, the absence Of her father.
I. was mystery 1.-The most urgent busi-