Holly Springs gazette., 1846-01-10

down the Transcripi; exclaiming How
stupid these papers are growiHg-there
never Is anv thing worth reading IN theml'
| The innocent and loving child "a TER bath
ing II wilb tears koelt IN her night robe By
her humce bed. and PRAYED meekiy and
! ferventIy TO her Father in Hea yea, that be
! wnuId protect snd bless her friend, and keep
be. good lilI his return
CHAPTER III.
A year passed by. Nothing was heard
Of Young Stanley, and few had cared 10
hear: for all the world-that is all the FASH
! Unable world OF Boston, was crowdIne to
the richly furnished rooms ola dashing.
whiskered, moustached 6ercelooking Cor
saIr of a sculptor--fresh from his native
! ftaIy-a miracle of geBius-a young ele-
| CANT interesting being, whom all the ladies'
! petted and a II the gentlemen patronized-
"Hes SO saucy and 50 accomplished
| His hair curIs divinely. and he plays the
guitar "a rariment; and he sings 'Eccort'
denteP with such impassloned feelingl
His broken English. too IS perfectly be
witcSing! Oil Imogenl yu1 must 60 and
see him" exclaimed Miss Angelina Sera-
2hna Elliot TO her f lend, as they sat one
evening in the elegant boudoir Of the lat
ter.
"But you know | hate artists replied
Imogen, languidly.
Yes-commo9 artists; but this Is rdra
aciSl Every one is sitting to him. tboug n
his charges are enormous. They say his
fortune was immense before he came, aud
,ha all be makes here is bestowed ~ CHAR
nv. Comei tie on your new Francois pre-
m,er,' and that little white plush hat, and
GO with me directly.
"Yes." said lmogen. bitterly, and hall
aloud ''they grant TO this Impudent foreign
| er's moustac he and broken English, what
thew denied 10 poor Stanle Us lofty genius
and puriiy Of character. HIM they allow
! ed 10 'inger on in neglec and poverty, for
the very reason that he aoas poor and real
! lv needed their assisstancel Wei, Angy,
| want walk, and we might well 60
there as any where; so just touch that bel!
at your side and will tell Florine to
bring my hat, sc. here
A Slight flush crossed the dark brow of
Signor Julio di Cajolerin, as lmogen How
AID entered his saloon; but he bowed low
and With Itaiian grace 20 her courteous ad~
dress, and ten rIve,ed us Oack eyes WIN
a lze of mysteEJus meaning ukoA her
beaut fal ace, Till she was iaia % turn a,
wav ffom them, blashing aud emoeTrass-
ed. What was there III those eyes al 50
moved the ha ghtJ grl2 There were fe"
who cou d dauni her from her &C t1l
aud high >hrs self posst sslon; yet t IS 10 q
Italian had, withsa singfe look, aoasheo
her.
She felt annoyed. provoked. yet charm
ed, she knew not why;and again and aealn
her brilliant hazle eyes met those OF the
| handsome stranger, and again and ag1in
they fell beneath his gaze.
A. length he spoke lmogen had my
ed away 10 examine an exquisite statue q
Psyche; but, al the sound OF hat voice, deeF
and sweet lingering on the rich masic'
syilables of his own native Italian, shf
turned hastily around. Once more she
caught his eye. Let US gol" she SAID e
her comp panion. and with a cold. proud bow
met by tie sculptor with one equally
naughty, she turned TO leave the room.
But, ImogenI' said her trend aloud
"you know YOUR father wIsh'd you to slt &c
The signor and you have made no arrange
ment about it.
Again the young lady turned towards
him. He was looking Provokingiy non
chatant, leaning in 4 careless and grace.u
attitude. against superb apollo, WIN hi'
splendid purple robe orientdte embrolder
ed in silver, folded around his stately form
He bent his head slightly, as lmogen ad
, dressed him.
"At what hour, sir can you attend me
my fathers house. 10 make arrangement
for sitting
pardon me. mia bella signorc; my
time is go occupied that shall unfortunate
ly be obliged to forego the honor you de
sign me-"
Imogen's dark eye flushed an unutterao''
reply, Out she DID not speak; aud win
mother cold and slight bow. they parted
CHAPTER. w
Ia los room. at the north end of th'
! city, was seated girl of sixteen. She
held in her hand small embroidery frame
in winch she had hall fin,shed. for screer
a wreath OF dslicase roses. and forge'>me
po,s. Upon his work depended her livesi
hood She had promised IL should be com
pIe,ed the next day.
sBut .hoagh her eye aweh or her knee,
In vain her f,sSsss sttove.
And. snough her needle pierced the silk,
No Hover ii'a.wovel4
Her vounp head was kent and her lig