Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1843-09-28
MISCELLANEOUS
TIE INNER CHAMBER.
BY N. P. WILLIS.

BY Mp. WILLIS.
aEn Sc retrouyant pres dune femme qu'on
beaucoup Anne, on sent toujours une douce
schaleur lest du fue que nous brulait autre
fois.''
cts net the white and red
Inllabits in your cheek, that thus can wed. =
My mind to adoration.'
Hound myself looking with some ln-I
tefest at the back of a lady's head. The
theatre was crowded, and / had come in
late. and the object Of .nry. curiosity, who-I
ever she might be, was listening yeryi
iatteatipely 10 the play. She did not
move. | had time to build life time ro-I
nance about her before had seen fea,
ture of her face. But her tears were
small, and of an exquisite oval, and she
had the rarest beauty Of woman-the
hair arched and Joined to the white neck
with the same finish as.on the temples.
Nature oftenest sights this part other
masterpiece.
Fhe curtain dropped, and 4 stretched
eagerly forward 10 catch a glimpse at the
profile. But no. she sat next one Of the
slender pilasters, and with her head lean
ed against it remained immoyable.
left the box, and with some Difficult
kty made my way into the crowded pit.
Elbowing. apologlzing. perscverlng. at
! last gained point where Knew could
see my incognito at the most advantage.
II turned-pshaw .-how swas it possible
II had not recognised her.
Kate Crediford!
There was no getting out again. for a
while atleast, without giving offence to
Esthe crowd [ had jostled so uncerelnoni-
ously. sat down vexed-and COM
mencedta desperate study of the figure Of
Shakespeare on the drop-curtain.
/ Of course | had been lover of Miss
! Crediford's or could not have turned
with Indifference from the handsomest
woman in the theatre. She was very
beautiiui--there was no disputing. But
we love women a little for what we know
iof them, and a great deal more for what
we do not. ishad love-read Kate Cred-
ford TO the last leaf. Filtration is a cir
culating library, in which we seldom ask
twice for the same volume. and gave
up Kate to the next reader. feeling no
i property +eyehin the marks Ihad made
lin her perusal. A little quarrel sufiiced
as an excuse for the closing Of the book.
and both of US studousiy avoided re-
cancellations
As sat in the pit, remembered sud
denly mole on her left cheek. and !
turned toward her with the simple curios.
lty to know whether it was visible~ar that
distance. Kate looked sad. She still
leaned immovabIe against the slight col
umn, and her dark eyes, it struck me
we're moist. Her mouth, with this pecu.
liar expression of countenance, was Ger.
tainfy lnexpressibly sweet-the turned
down corners ending in dimples, which
IN that peculiar place, have always OBJ
served, are like wells of unfathomable
melancholy. Poor Kate what was the
matter with her?
| AS turred back to my duff study o
the curtain little pettish with mysel
for the interest with which had looked
at an old flame, detected halfa SIGH un
der my white waistcoat; but Instant,
persuading myself that it was a DISPOSE
ton to cough. coughed. and began t.
hum "souns Ia tromba." The curtain
rose, und the play went on.
1t was odd that had never seen kat
in that humor before. did not think
she could be sad. Kate Crediford sad
Why, she was the most volatile. light
hearted, care. for-nothing coquette tina
ever held up her fingers to be kissed.
wonder has any one really annoyed you
my poor Kate, thought 7. Could i, by
chance, be of any service to you; for
after all, | owe you something. looked
at her again.
Strange that | had ever looked at thai
face without emotion. The vigiIs of ar
ever wakeful, ever passionate, vet evel
fearful and melancholy spirit, seemed
set, and kept under those heavy and mo.
tionless eyelids; and she, as | saw her
now. was the very model and semb!ance
of the character that had all my life
been vainly seeking. This was lle
creature | sighed for, when turning away
| fcom the too mrthful tenderness of Kate
4 Crediford . There was something new.
or something for the moment mswritten
in that familiar countenance.
/ made my way out of the pit with
some difficulty, and returned to sit near
i her After few minutes a. gentleman
in the next box rose and left the seat va.
cant on the other side of the plaster a.
gainst which she leaned. went around
while the orchestra were playing loud
march; and, without being observed by
the thoughtful beauty, seated myself in
the vacant place.
Why did my eyes fash and moisten as
| looked on the small white hand lying
on the cushinned barrier between u.s.
knew every vein of it, like The strings Of
my own heart. had held it spread out
in my own, and followed its delicate blue
tracefies with q rose stem, for hours.
While importing, and reproaclipgs and