The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1845-04-18

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shfewdoess and much less iiiniJl,y Of char
uc'er than Lucy. She understood IN
whole thing Ut glance, and with prope
assistance she believed she could efIeclua!l
relieve the young wilo's porplexlties. Ger
tain /, is, that after the interchange Of som
hall dozen letters bet"een the sisters, Luc,
gre" calmer and seemed happier.
Pray, who was that Don Whiskersnd,
that we met on the steps Z" asked Charles
one day, when he returned from n morpip,
yak with Mrs. Wharton. al Though, yoI
did no, receive gentlemen in the morning
Lucy"
4" do not, usually; but Don Gorpio i
SO intimate freud, at eas,, should say
ras SO intimate friend, for huye no
seen him since was little girl" replied
Lacy, quietly.
Where d'dyou become acquainted with
hun 7"
There were several Spanish boys a!
tho same boarding school with nv brother
indeed, II was his intimacy with them
which induced him afterwards 10 establish
himself IN South America. They had no
friends IN tho city, and during tho vocation
they were often al our house"
/" | suppose this great, yellow, huge
~h-kered man, was then pretty, smooth
laced boy, aud, Of course, great fayouri,e
"nh you when YOU were Iilte giil?' ask.
ed Mrs. Wharton, maliciously.
" Oh yes, loved him better ,hsn any
body in the world, and cried myself SICK
when he went away"
" How old were you, pray I"
" Al most susceptible age with some
young ladies 81 had just entered my
teens"
" And you have never seen HIN since ?"
"Never."
=" Take care, dear Lucy," said Mrs.
wharton, with sigh II is dangerous 10
renew such by.Sope iutiInocies; let them
pass like dreams, even though they have
power 10 colour your whole future HE :"
and the skiIiu coquai cast hurried glance
at Charles ere she dropped her frInged lids
10 hide the eyes which che could not sui.
fuse with tears.
MIR. Torrington looked annoyed, and Eel,
half. angry with his wife. though he could
scarcely tell why.
" We arc gong 10 the opera tonight,
Lucy" said he 81 stopped in at the box
o'.'Ha as We passed, bot could only get
Two sea's far the house will be crowded so
CONCLUDED lhm you wouldn't care much
,bou, going. Mrs. r..srton and are 40
fond Of music, that We shoulo Gel the pri
satlon more ke'nIy- shouldn't we, rIor.
once
+" was jutt going TO tell you, Charles,
that have made an enga cement with Don
GlOrgo to 20 to the opora TO night. He
has access to the private box Of his friend,
the F,ench minister, and We shall bs de-
Iightiully accommodated,
"Thsl ia the best box in the house.
Why cant We all 60 there r. asked Mrs.
W harton, with her usual assurance.
THAT would be quite out of the ques-
iion," replied Lucy. cooly. Don GIorgio
has tho RICH, 10 two seats, but he could no,
think Of n,ruding whole party into pri
vate box"
Mrs. Wharton stared, and Charles look.
ed Surprised at Lucy's sslf-possession.
upon my word, Charles, your lit;le
wife improves" said tie lady, with pro.
tended laugh "shs not only makes en-.
,agemenis without you, but refuses you
permission 10 Join her party"
81 have taken lessons in Partisan man.
1ers," replied Lucy, laughing. "I fnd
hat cons,ancy aud devotion arc old fash
oned virtues; AID as an old fashioned
virtue is considered quite as disgrace
ul as modern vice, mean TO follow the
example of others"
Accordingly, when evening came, Don
Giorgio was punctual to his appointment.
lie WAS introduced 10 Mir. Torrington,
showed himself mos, gen,emany person
o the husband, comphmenIed Mrs. Whar- |
on in the most ford style, and threw him
Il kqow.thut Im.wclcome air, which be.
smoke a considerable degree of intimacy
The party all went out together, but at the /
door of the iheai-e they separated; and |
while Charles and Mrs. Wharton occupied |
/ crowded and uncomfortable seat, Lucy
md her friend looked down upon them from
he halrclosed curtains OF the luxuriously fur
lshed box, where they were alpos, alone. |
From tha, evening DON Giorgio was a
constant visitor. He came, too, a, all |
lours, and sometimes when Lucy was bu- !
.ied in her nQTsery, he was admitted into
ler presence without ceremony. Lucy |
never hestated 10 accept his Invitations
She walked With him, she rode Oh, with !
nm, she went TO the theatre, and, in short, |
he presence of her intimate friend seem
ID to have transformed her into perfect |
woman Of the world.
" Lucy, when is that internal Spaniard
going back TO Riol | am sick of seeing
lis yellow face and black whiskers.. Heis
,ere forever, and you have always some
Engagement with him which either keeps
you home or takes you out jus, when want
iour company"
"Oh, Charles, you surely can't want
hin gone Ho is so agreeable aud so full