The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1849-10-27
Vol. Y, j VIZ

ously. .a"But am delighted that you
think of remaining, for our friends, and
the Haryeys, wish usdto very much, and
have made arrangements for little party.
You will have an opportunity of making
the hearts of the pretty village girls thrill,
when presented to the dark proud eyes,
shining ringlets and faultless moustache
ofiothe princely Leslie Herwood. But
take care that you do not get served like
the quiet old gentleman, by the lovely girl
we peeped in at."laap9 Inc slaa
Aii" Don't rattle on at such an eloquent
rate, if YOU are released from the bondage
Of a formal city. No danger of my ------'
But the sentence remains even yet un-
finished, for that moment theymet their
friends, who took them home with them
to discuss the subject Of the party. el
Next evening came, and with it gay
and smiling throng of3village lads and
lasses, gathered within the neat and
tasteful parlors of the Harveys Many a
bright eyed and a dimpled,cheeked maid
en-, with an eye more brilliant and a
cheek more dimpling and rosy, was pre-
sented to the stately and elegant Mr.. Her
wood; but his restless glance found not
the face it sought, and the musical tones
of the beautiful unknown met not his ear.
lat length the buzz of many greetings
and welcomings and words of admira-
ton reached him from the adjoining
apartment, and in moment the one he
had so mpatiently awaited, glided into
the room, smiling and blushing, and say
ing gay things in reply to the fattery ad
dressed to her She did not for a mo-
ment observe Leslie, and he had full lei
sure to CRAFTY his wonder and admiration
at her exceeding grace and loveliness.
A dress of snowy muslin fell in dropping
folds around her form, which was Of the
most exquisite roundness and symmetry.
Her beautiful arms cleaned brightly be-
meath fall of shadowy lace, loopediup
with white roses, and her dimpling shoul-
ders seemed laughing atthe tressas which
kissed them. A wreath of lilies seemed
to confine her redundant brown curls. but
they were not used to restraint, and had
stolen in graceful profusion upon her
slender neck and waist Notwithstanding
her laughing gayety, there was an express
sion of spiritual purity upon her white
brow, and ever and anon a soft shadow
in her deep violet eyes. She was just
making some careless ropartee to the re-
mark Of some gay gallant, when! her eye
caught the earnest and admiring gaze of
the proud stranger The dropping fringes
swept down quickly over her crimson
cheek, and then those large eloquent eyes
were raised to his witbta timid and enqui-
ring look. That blush and glance-how
should he understand them! The thrill
of long silent chord in his heart an
swered him.. Advancing with bright
smile, he held out his hand. ,.rb #'2
"LlLL1E LELFoRD! Is itpossibeF'
"Quite possible, Mr.. Herwood- d-none
other than little Lille, whom you so gal
lantly rescued from home amid the mer-
maids, on the borders Of the Atlantic. ="
/" Ali suppose you would have been
very glad to have reigned queen OF the
reyels in coral palaces-but prophesled
that to reign fair sovereign Of one warm
heart would better crafty your taste.
Was ! right" and he drew her hand
through his arm and led her out upon the
yine-trellissed and starlighted rportico.
After that evening, the shadow Of Lille
Lelford's eye grew deeper and dreamer,
and the laugh seldom came from her quiet
Ilip-and when it did, its tones were SO low
and sweet, and half sad. it was like the
tinkling of silver bells rung at fairys
funeral. Then there was such a soft,
subdued light slumbering all over her
beautiful features, and it even seemed as
if the rich golden brown curls fell over her
shoulders in less wild and careless redun-
dancy than was their wont, Lille was
no longer a child-her young heart had
thrilled to the music Of the words Of love,
and its strings now vbrated to the touch
of deep. holy, inexpressible feeling. till
even her fair foot pressed the earth with a
more thoughtful step sf- oi a ta.8l
T. The summer fled by, and Leslie Her.
wood and his sister Ada were forced to
return to their city home, s. "a afnaai
~ Do not weep, Lillie,Gthe. said ,las he
bade farewell to his betrothed, " the
months will soon flee by, and by Christ
mas you must beiready toreturn with me
to my home as my bride. Il Ada wishes to
write to you, and you must answer her
LETTERS Do not weep--we will soon be
happy and the sorrowing girl was left to
wait patientlyforthe time when she should
see him again. hea a9ss "a a
Thrown once more among the life and
gayety of thecity. for a. time Leslie scarce.
'jlythought of any one but his distant love
but by and by her sensitive heart was
Ipained by receiving shorter and colder
and less frequent letters. Christmas
came, and the lonely girl sat in her cham
berwith: throbbing brow, and a bosom
tortured to agony NO word--no lover