Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-08-08

as the young couple sirolled off together.
"Ohl-has Fanny never mentioned him
in your confidential chats" asked this
artful widow, with sweet and indignant
surprise.
No, madam" replied the colonel,
who afterward confessed, that he felt as
Chepultepec, when he charged broth
er officer with his bayonet, and would
have killed him on the spot, for das-
tardly pepper-box Of a Mexican, but for
the ent.eaties of his friends, who laid
the case before him in a gentle manner,
and turned him in his mad career.
"Well. really. now" said the widow,
looking down, aad biting the corner of
her pocket handker erchief, since she is
evidently so anxious TO conceal til
dare say she has her own reasons-rer-
haps had better remain silent, with
your permission.
"CertainIy-certainly," be answered.
with a sneer.
81 would not prv into you ladies' affairs,
though, upon my word, you are the most
mysterious creatures. am afraid /
shall never know all your sex. / am
now bordering on forty, Mrs Brander,-I
(the colonel had been forty before he
brought his ward home, )-snd am total
lily ignorant of that shadowy race. / see
young ladies every day-knitting, sew
ing, doing fancy stitches, and keeping
house, under their mothers eyes-and
exclaim. what charming simplicity =
what happy innocence question this
placid, dutiful young lady. and I find
her enveloped in mystery. Love scrapes,
! parental tyranny, furious heroes, and
fierce and relentless romance, all hover
: about this young lady, who diligently
plvs her needle, and rises at six A. M"
Exactly" said Mrs. Brander Here
is our Fanny, under ones very eyes, so
I tender and sly, with the softest dove-like,
eyes and sweetest blushhood, wincing
her guardian out-generaling her govern
] ess-and the bold heroine Of compli-
Gated love-scrape. Who would have
] thought it!" Mrs. Brander raised her
: hands in dismav-snd the coloners
: heart sank-sank-like a tadpoIe in the
n water. never to rise again. The notes
: Of a observation-disclosures
q twang-came from the portico into the
d lcoloRePs ear, and then the Internal
voice of young Allen lsping forth
o s'Dark-eyed one, daTk-eyed one, languish for
: thee ~
"Confound that impudent fellow .
; muitered the lord of Bloomingdale. He
e strobe up and down the room, needless
4 Eof Mrs. Brander's elaborate person and
new cap-indeed, he did not care pin
10 for phalanx Of widows in smart head
n gear at that moment. He walked mp
m and down-and like The valiant uncle To.
By, whistled "Lillebullero," and by thai
d means let offa considerable quantity o.
steam in short while.
n. The youngster took his leave, ant
It Fanny sat by the window alone. Tht
colonel saw her there-as pure and fai
r. as moonbeam. EveR Mrs Brander'
ID rancorous tongue could not destroy tn,
lv prestige of our hero's divinity. Th,
OF young girl, artless and unconscious
r. spoke, and her voices witchery began i
throw new fetters over him. He leane,
nd back, and allowed her gentle tones am
Id pleasant words TO do their work, Just a
ed that remarkable traveller, GuIliver, per
Ter mitted the Lilliputians to throw thei
tiny cables over his huge frame, an
"a bind him as they would The existenc
I'd, OF life time was as nothing. The colo
n onel could no longer resist and he yielde
up to her, and no longer battled for tn;
Ter independence, and glorious freedor
&c, which had once been his. Many, an
inc many fair hand had tried in vain ,
itb bring forth music from the deep, gran
- chords of our hero's once invulnerab
mel heart. Behold, he was being led by
nee child! Was this The spirit for whom |
he had waited forty yearsi 1t was-ar
Ter. the answer came in every murmur ar
EST, swell, which agitated his full grow
inc heart.
Pc The night was far advanced, and o
zeal guardian, both miserable and happ
ear arose to say good night.
III. "Good night" said Fanny.
on "Good night, Miss Vane," was the ch
ly response, and the monster colon
Ers. strobe away. Her guardian, who h
and been the best of men, was so change
ned At one moment he would worship
lux, Fanny, and at another, toss her fro
h il him with an air. Now he would inv
her to nestle in his very bosom, and III
W. repulse her like demon. Poor Fan
mes, was continually in tears-but Color
less Roland saw them not. She would ha
soft died before he should have seen one
re- the many tears shed for him.
sed, These thoughts and feelings brous
new on another chill-and Colonel Rola
res found himself in bed on warm day
lear July, covered with dozen blankets
- His doors was barred against poor,
iebt offending Fanny-and she roved alb,
,hed Bloomingdale like troubled spirit.
do The doctor came and went. John q
u fho hnnseLeener had The entree WI