Holly Springs gazette., 1846-01-10
SATURDAY JANUARY e,Iols46.

stately stranger approaches II Is the
Italian sculptorl What Hoes he here ~ .,h
those mysterious eyes of his and thai bright,
beguiIiDg smile2
Beware, little drcameIl Shut np, In
that pure and loving hsau the ims G.. Of
the absent one. and let not his displaee ~
Pardon m, Miss Sullivan, for Intrud
ing thus abruptly upon you. I should
not have presumed TO do 50, without this
letter OF introduction from our mutual
friend. Mr.. Staniey'
The dainty color burned and faded in
the delicate cheek of the girl, as she reac h.
ed her hand eagerly ouI for her letter.
and as quickly withdrew il. abashed. be-
meath the earnest and admiring gaze Of the
/ stranger.
will you not take the letter p said he,
smiling.
| She did take II, bat held il unconscious
! lv in her hand, with her head bent earnest
/ Iy forward, her eyes downcast, her very
heart waiting to hear that voice again.
Sirnor julio di Caiolernil are you a
| serpent that yon thus strangely charm
each bud that 1utters in your path2
"WiH you not read the letter Miss
Sulivan2"
"Oh yesl certainly | beg your pardon.
! What did you say?
And she gazed upon him. what bewil-
| dered look in her child.lIke eyes, till be
repeated the question.
| She opened the letter. it ran as follows:
/ In dear Mss Snllican: Allow me to
| introduce to you my mos: intimate friend,
| Signor Julio di Calolerlnl. lie wants a
/ living model for the statue OF the Roman
| Virginia. and have yentured 10 name
YOU as one who will suit h:in exactly, anu
who needs the liberal price he will pay.
/ | hope your devotion TO your invalid moth'
er has long ere this met its reward in her
recovered health. Remember me kind y
to her, and believe me always and trucly
your friend.
GEORGE STANLEY"
Utterly unconscious of The Italians pres
ence, Dora had perused this simple letter
half dozen times ere he ventured, or III
deed wished to interrupt her. Ii was suf
E6cieut happiness for HIN To watch her
changing face as she read. 1.-The fitting
blush" the playful smue. the half stifled
SIG n, the touching eloquence and grace o
ter whole expression and attitude were Il
study worthy Of Praxiiei IS: and the sigaoI
| estraueet and almost bfeatn'ess with de-
+ liz lt. al length closed MS eyes over tie
sweet picture. as # 10 shut !. up foreger n
his souk
..slay [ baps astbe haoof q & tpe
f-on vou Al ( our seafles. coayenfence1
said pc, aeer 4, I5ug pause
Dosa started, and remained for few
nlomea:s il sl,.rl hoag y. She hesitaled
because sae feit a.Aaainral seloctance % s.
10 4 strange Stanley rad been NJ frene
rrem ehl,dhe2d. and ST. btn ne case 0a;
adF sell: Eas ne oai - tiy reeoneiis
h .se.. - ia idra.ef gaing. atone an ua
n nsottcted. 10 e stulio # the signqr
'ri.en So '.oa.. "a, 9. her eoof aud invsht
isnothrr. for nom SIZE aud taUs earn
many ll,le d. cacies necessary 70 her r.
covery
.Yes sir" she sad at last, "at any houl
yon viii Dame, shall be happy 10 attend
you.u "At tea O'Clock tomorrow. then, :
you please Ms Sullivan Good morning.
ard bowing with an impressive aud re
speclful air he took his leave.
CHATTER
The heiress stood that evening ionge
than usual at the mirror. She was dressed
for a oall at which she expected 10 meet the
lion OF the day, Signor Julio dl CaIolerinl
Her dress-a delicate rose-coiored Grape
looped with azalias over white satin-wai
cut low at the bosom. too low for taste and
maiden deIicacy though her fair neck
which rose above, was soft and beautiful as
that ofthe fabled Cythera. Her dark hair
pa rte6 in front in luxuriant masses, was
braided at the back of her head, and ccnfin
ed bya set of rarest pearls. tier zone
and bracelets were composed OF the same
nrecious ornaments. In her hand she bell
a rare boquet, and superb Indian ian git
ter:ng win gems, hung upon her round and
snowy arms.
She was looking very lovely. There
was brilliant glow upon her cheek, and
1.-The spoit.ve dsmples played round her beau
ttifui no 1uln, like sunshine round lose
But the servan. announces her carriage;
and with one parting gaze at The muror
she allaws Fiorine 20 lie on her liilie white
satin cloak and vanishss
Poor Fiorine; and you ase 20 st up Tor
her. Wsat will you do wilh yourself =
l afr ys.. work 1fIfmVDu VII