Daily American telegraph., 1851-12-24

sue was curlained only Dy Cne uIacS, whose
delicate blossoms nodded through, almost touch
ing the girls cheek, and breathing out de-
hciousness all about her. Her long, heavy
lashes dropped toward the "Telemaquen that
lay open on her lap ; but it might as well have
been any other book Her stately head did not
.droop, however, with its coronet Of dark braids
and puffs, nor did muscle of her face disobey
the orders of her will; but the small, white ruff
below heayed and trembled like leaf on
stormy waters.
Before her sat, or rather leaned a young
foreigner--such the moustache, the language
and the "air" marked him-speaking low
earnest words in his native tongue, that could
by no possibility have been linked to the lesson
OF that day--a grave lecture Of the "sage
Mentor" 1t was evident that the two had
corrugated the verb "ainler" together long
enough to forget that another existed in the
French vocabulary, or in any other
The young foreigner was bending to speak,
as we said. His cool, clear eye scanned the
girls face piercingly, while he did .so--admir-
ingly too but not anxously, it seemed Indeed,
there played halfeasy smile of confidence
and selfgratulation about his lips, as though
some great concession had Just been won,
with surety for more to follow. He too was
proud, ambitious, though poor---you could read
it in the bend of his brow and the sweep of his
hand; but. his pride was cool, calculating, cir
cling about its aim gradually never bounding
upon the wave Of impulse to success, or to des-
pair.
He laid his hand lightly, it seemed almost
soothingly, upon hers as he went on. But she
drew her own away with a halfstartled air,
and lifting her eyes for the first time, gave
hurried, fearful glance around the room and
through the easement AS her eye-lids drop
ped again, round, hot drop rolled from one,
and fell upon his wrist. She sprang up as
though suffocated by sob, and turned to the
window a moment. When she looked in his
face again, there was no trace of tears on hers
sAnd you are going?n she said, low and
steadily lifting her eyes, as though she would
let him read her soul for moment, then drop
ping the frnges over them again.
"Would you have me stay?n he inquired
calmly, never taking those searching eyes from
her face. ,aa5&
No!and-yes !" The first word was spo-
ken firmly, the last in tone huttering into ST.
lence In an instant as though she despised
herself for having said or thought it she drew
herself up more proudly than ever, with blush
burning on each cheek.
"No!" she repeated, "Go! 90 back to your
country-to your dear France! put the ocean
between us but first teach me to forget ~
Forget" the young man echoed IL could
sooner forget myself! Can not take remem-
brance and love with me across the Atlantic! !!
What more would you give metz
She half turned away her head, struggling
with the strength of pride against the passion
ate beating of her heart There seemed a sort
of triumph hidden in her companions eye, as
he watched the conflict he had awakened 1t
was for this very pride, this very queenliness,
that he had marked her his Gbright particular
star ~ in the armament of life. And in the
conquest of that ruling passion, his cooler ma
ture glowed even on the threshold of long
separation He triumphed in reading her soul !;
but it was a hidden book to him, after all he
could not interpret beyond the limits his own
heart had reached, and he dreamed not of the
dizzy sweep hers could take.
"Shall / offer you the hand as well as the
heart of 'penniless adventurer,' as your admi-
rable father would style me- for worse rather
than BETTER or"-
"Enough!n she exclaimed III am gene
rals grandchild! do not make his blood boil
in my veins for shame that have forgotten it |!
Go! gain name and fortune! Be happy
be great But if you forget Edmund !" here
the strange, low tone came back. Suddenly
sweeping the braids from her forehead she said,
vehemently-
ado you know what it is to be forgotten, Ed,
mnd?"
"You know what it is to doubt Anne!n he
answered, in tone half tender, half severe
"To be forgotten !" she repeated at is-to
die !n
"Oh hush, love! Why, one would think we
were making our eternal adieu. Have you one
atom of belief in the communion of kindred
souls--one atom of trust in me, Anne! IT'S a
little thing that so many paltry miles will be
between us, when p
1T is not a little thing!" she exclaimed, ri
sing before him, and clasping her white hands
until the nails crushed the quivering flesh.
at is not little thing, Edmund that you
have made all existence blank to me, but
yourself! that you have brought me to live only
in your presence that you have bound up my
life in your heart, and are carrying it over
ocean and continent! No, no !" she continued,
"take your eye off mine What have you
spell-bound me to say, while scorn my very
self for the saying! Leave mel"
"In q few minutes, Anne and for long years.
perhaps" he replied, seriously. "Shall we
part before strangers 2"
One moments struggle, and the barrier of
pride was overswept by the wild heart-waves
She leaned her head on his shoulder, sobbing
like terrified, trusting child The words
whispered in those moments were only for the
souls that drank them in
Anne's sobs grew quiet at last, and she raised
her tear-hooded face, subdued and trustfu
Edmunds ever-watchful eye gave one glance
to her disarranged toilette
/" My dear, your ruff will be telling a tale
that the winds should not whisper !" he mur-
INJURED, with q smile, pointing to the warning
hand of his repeater
Anne gathered all the old pride back into
her eye in q twinkling, raised her untrembling