The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1845-04-11
CHARLOTTE. N. C. APRIL II. 1916.

glanced at her own fresh, pretty face in the
| opposite mirror, she felt much more cor
I dial towards her guest.
~" lou see ! have laid aside all ccremo.
ny, my dear Mrs. Torrington," vas the
strangers first salulation "lndeed, Charles
and ] we're such u,imale friends, tina, |
could not practice ceremony with him.
Tour name is Lucy, ISM, ii? What o
sweet name. feu must lie, me call you
byH? bate ;his formal Mrs and Mr.
DO call me Florence. Heaven knows |
have no reason TO be proud of any other Ii
tie, or happy in being perpetually reminded
by 1t of my bonds" So say ing, the lady
rose TO proceed 10 her apartment. Here
Charles, do carry Up my dressing case
never trust il 10 servants hands. Lucy,
dear, don't trouble yourself TO take my
shawl. Well, If you ulll insist, | will give
you my bon also. Ring the bell, if you
please, for somebody 10 bring up my
trunks" and Thus, finding employ menl for
all, and escorted by nrafly the whole house
hold, Mrs. W barton entered her room.
Dropping herself into the easy chair, she
PiANNb VT NV I'll ilIE ttiutf Nlu IOChCU Oh
with very compacent air, While Lucy pot
her cloak and bouuct in the wardrobe,
Charles arranged her dfessng.caso as she
directed, and the servants uns,rnpped her
ponderous trunks.
Whit pretty room this is" she ex
claimed at length = but v hal horrid TASTE
TO fugdsh a bed room with white. Nv
deor Lucy. YOU shoull mover have allowed
yourself 10 be persuaded TO ibis; no com.
p!eSlon can bare such cold, dull lint, es.
pecIally when ono j, in d.shabiIle. see
how it is, Charles; your wife is pattern
of neatness. a lldc Partisan taste eugraf
ted on this preclseness viii improve it pro
digiously."
Lucy was provoked, and yet olmos,
by character SO novel as Mrs.
"harion's appeared TO her. Her perfec
self possession, her cool assurance, we're
something quite new 10 the gentle, unob,ru.
slve wife and yet they commanded Ger
tain degree Of respect, for Lucy felt thai
her own timidily Of character seemed often
like positive detect. She wished that she .
srs more like Mrs. Wharton, and al the .
same timSs She wished that Mrs. w barton
was little more like herself.
She had gone down stairs TO order lunch,
which Mrs. Wharton had desired nigh, be I
served in her room, when suddenly there
was a great hustle throughout the house
bells were rung, servants were called, and |
Lucy running up. found Mrs. Wharton /
Iaiuiing in The arms Of Charles Torrington.
OF course, Charles WIS frightened 10 death,
and gave so many contradictory directions
10 the servants, that they ran every way
but tho right one. Lucy had no suspicion
If any deception, but her quiet, determined
application OF strong harishorn TO the lady's
rose, sooh induced a recovery. As she
opened her eyes, Mrs. Wharton exclaimed,
sin,ly-." That dreadful hslotrope, and
hose geranlums they always affect me
ust so"
Lucy, how could you be so indscrcei
Those vile flowers have nearly killed cur
harming friend" SAID Charles; and lirt {
Nc the window, he unceremonlousy flung I
no beautiful bouquet into the street.
Lucy's eyes filled with tears, for Charles
lad never before spoken TO her in SO arsh
'""". and she wanted 10 ak HIM how she
.oUld possibly tmaguO 49,. Mrs. WbRr.
on's nerves were too delicate to bear The
prudence, or, perhaps, too much tlmidliy
perfume Of flowers, But she had too much
o reply and when she saw Mrs. Wharton,
few minutes after, discuss with great np
,arent relish, hearty lunch, she could
rot holp feeling that the sutlcrIngs bad not
,een very great.
To be Continued.