Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1850-04-02
JULIA's RIVAL.

Charles had been absent two days. Poor
Julia had been wishing and wishing for him.
His well known step sounded in the entry:
the door opened, and she met him with a
heightened color in her cheek, and her blue
eyes flashing from beneath their long lashes
with sparkles of unwontrd pleasure. Shall
mention particularsl 1t is scarcely necessa-
ry. He who cannot imagine how warm
hearted young wife, in the honey moon,
would meet her idol after an absence of two
whole days, is no reader of mine.
OH she exclaimed, after the first trans
port had little subsidized, q amgl0d you
have returned, dear Charles! | was afraid
you might not come-that you were sick, or
some accident had accurred. But here you
are. And now, have you had pleasant
time? and how do they all do! and whom did
you seei and
Charles stopped her mouth.
'Yes, here | am, safe and sound and full of
news, but you huddle question upon question
with such velocity, that ] shall never get a
chance to answer them, and your mouth here
wide open to ask L don't know how many
more
'Well'then, answered She, hnging herself
into an attitude of attention, and folding her
arms like a Judge upon bench-"therel am
"
won't speak another word till you have done.
And with considerable apparent difficulty
she closed her lips.
Now them said Charles, 'marke me-
Il will,' said Julia.
well, them continued her husband, lough-
ing, 'in the first place, they are all well; in
the next, | have had "a very pleasant time;
and lastly. | have seen old Mr.. Peterson, and
aunt Sarah and Mr.. and Mrs. Nanderdyke
and little Bob, Henry, and Maria.
And this, enquired Julia, 'is the news you
are to tell! and these are all you sawf
'Oh non replied Charles, mysteriously; 'far
from il, Julia. | have met one more-one
most beautiful, bewitchng being more-the
very counterpart of Venus. Such complex
ion-such ringlets, long and glossy-and
cheeks-roses and lilies are nothing To them!
There is nothing in all nature sweeter than
her lips--and her eyes are bright daggers
that no man should rashly encounter. They
were soft, melting, liquid, heavenly blue
full of the light of intellect, and tremulous,
every beam of them, with tenderness that
makes the heart ache
You are only jesting with me- said Julia,
endeavoring, but in vain, TO check the change
that came over her face, as the shadow of
cloud fits across a stream. This is some
stupid Dutch beauty, and you can scarcely
describe her without laughing. Come now,
tell the truth
you may believe it or not, just as you
please said Charles, but | assure you the
whole account is as true as the enjoyment of
it was enrapturing, and the memory is deli
cious,
Julia was sensitive and artless. She low
cd her husband with that deep tenderness
I'll, all a. oc
fears. Her heart was like goblet filled TO
the brim, whose contents trembed and over
flowed when shaken ever so slightly. There
was, therefore, in these enthusiastic praises
of another, something strange, and even cru
ell. Still she could not believe that he was
serious, and forcing a smile, and struggling
to keep down her rising emotion, she listen
cd to him in silence as he ratified on.
Our meeting was marked with uncommon
interest. Old Mr.. Peterson introduced me
to her, after having previously limited that,
before / was married, she had regarded me
with more than common complacency.'
'Charlesl-'
well, we met. addressed her by name;
she said nothing-but oh those eyes of hers
were fixed on me with gaze that reached
into the innermost recesses of my heart, and
seemed to touch all the chords of feeling
which nature had strung for joy. Wherever
went, found her eyes still turned towards
me, and an arch smile just played around her
saucy lips, and spoke all the fine fancies and
half-hidden meanings that women will often
look, but not always trust TO the clumsy We
hicle of words. | could restrain myself no
longer-but forgetting all butthose heavenly
lips, approached and
Poor Julia! she thought she heard the
knel of her young dreams. The hue of her
cheek, and the sparkle Of her azure eye, were
gone long beforehand as he painted in such
glowing colors the picture of his feelings,
her lip quivired, and tears sweled up and
dimmed the blue light of her eyes, beautiful
as day.
u will never speak TO you again, Charles,
sobbed she, If this be true O.
1t is true,' he exclaimed, only not half like
tho reality. IL was your own picture, my
sweet girl, that kissed again and again.
Sho looked at him a moment, and buried
her wet eyes in his bosom. AS she lifted her
head. and shaking back the clustering ring
let's that fell around her brow, displayed her
face smiling through her tears, his arm softly
found its way around her waist and--but ]
am nj the end Of the sheet.