Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-01-21

Don't be angry. Adele. and | shall ex
plain. Eugene, may relate your discoul
titure of last night2 2
Certainly, my lord, if it please you.
} is no secret by this tme.'
The Young marquis then related 10 hi
sister what slight mad been put upon hi
friend, Marat. al which the lady both lei
and expressed her sympathy as we'll as he
willingness to assist her brother in scheme
which, he assured her, was but fair and US
retaliation.
Then, sister, you consent will you goa
Certainly, my brother, since it please
you.'
.And shall introduce you then to one al
young and as pretty. perhaps pret,ler, thar
YOURSELF said the Marquis. laughing
Brother. for shame
so good morning, sister,
i sAdieu, Messieurs.'1
And the young men went off arm in arm
while the beautiful girl threw herseli upon
the ottoman, and recommended turning Owe
the leaves of her favorite book, but she couEd
not read, for flashing dark eyes seemed ii
shine forth from every page and picture.
The golden sunlight, after making its way
through modest muslin curtain, of snowy
whiteness, flung it's soft beam upon the
floor of a small but handsome apartment
in the Faubourg ST, Germain. Every thing
necessary to comfort and convenience might
be found in that little drawing room. There
was nothing gaudy about the neat little black
sofa, or the halfdozen- mahogany chairs or
the polished table, or even in the pattern of
the carpet. but every thing wore an air OF
neatness, and for The Faubourg ST. German,
JoE h,o iitfio
work box of carved rosewood, aud the pretty
straw basket, as we'll as various other littl
hJous that belong properly TO female turnl-
ture, would have satisfied any one that the
apartment under consideration was a lady's
room, but there sat The lady herself, very
young and very beautiful too, before bright
coal fire, and selectiHg her sewing materials
from this very rosewood work-bex. A bru-
nette, with finely moulded features, dark
flashing eyes, and hair jetty as a ravens wing.
She seemed TO be only about eighteen years
old, but there was degree Of tadylke state
lness in her manner that reminded you of the
student, Eugene Marat. She was his sister.
There were several open books upon the table
before her-1-a geography and atlas, so that
her sewing had not occupied exclusively her
attention. No! she had just taken up one Of
her brother's cravats for the purpose OF hem
stitching il.
She remained at this for sometime, now in
silence, now speaking to her canary bird, in a
voice no, less musical than that of the little
| warbler itself. As she was thus engaged. the
sudden ringing of the out door bell caused
her 10 start. and TO wound her fore finger with
The needle. but so slightly, that she hardly
though; of il as she listened for the expected
eio6tsteps of her brother. 1t came up the
stairs -rat-tap, double footstep-buf that
was the porter, no doubt; and there was
slight knock a, the door, followed almost i'm
mediately by her own sweet voice, pronoun-
cling the words, n
Come in. brother E6gene, come n.'
The door opened and her brother entered.
accompanied by the marquis, whom he for
mally introduced to his sister Eugene. The
carmine that had mounted 10 Eugenie's cheek
upon seeing handsome Young stranger so
unexpectedly enter became deeper on hear
ing his name and rank, for her brother had
often spoken of his patron in the most glow
ing terms; but there was no awkwardness in
her manner, only the natural timidity of al
girl of eighteen, who, with the exception of
her brother, was scarcely acquainted with a
single gentleman. She gracefully moloned
her visters to be seated.
No, thank you. sister, we will not remain;
as we have other engagements. We have
called. his lordship and myself, 10 invite you
TO ball.'
'Ah. my brother, thought you had enough
of balls last night
Eugene had told his sister OF the fa,ir pa,
Of the evening previous.
'Ma'aulselle Marai. said the marquis. we
wish for q little just revenge. and have
planned way to take il tomorrow night
only fair retaliation, ! assure you.'
We'll, sister, you will accompany us?'
Ma 'amselle will not refuse?'
'Oh, certainly not; shall be happy to go,
Messieurs.'
'Eaough, good sister. now one -
Eugene -6e-away! Before his ordshipl'
Eugene had kissed the blushinglgiri. What
would his lordshp not then have given TO
have been in the tutors place, if only for one
moment2
.Adieu, sistel!'
'Adieu, Messieurs!'
And the TWO young men Withdrew 10 follow
their every day occupations. while Eugene
returned to her cravat, but not TO spend at
sewing, for she was continually woundlng
her fingers with the needle, and fancyng a
pair Of blue eyes gazing al her from the blue
pattern Of the 'kerchief.
The fashionable ball room of the Palais
RoyaIe was again blazing with beauty and
the bal had just reached its meridian height
when the young Marquis Of B. and the stu
dent Marai. with their respective sisters. each
leaning upon the arm Of her brother. entered
the saloon and joined the dancers. This was
the same ball to which we have already IN
troduced the reader, adjourned over-a GUS
tom truly Partisan. Most of the dancers OF
the first night were present, conspicuous
among whom was the dashing daughter of
the viscouatess Perigot. The entrance Of The
marquis and his party attracted much atten-
tion, for several reasons. They were all |
richly atlred with the exception of Eugene.
who, as on the former night, was simply hab- |
tied in plain black. The marquis himself
wore splendid dress, covered with orders
and decorations, while his sister was cosiumed |
id style of magni6cence corresponding 10 |
her high rark. Eugenis was richly dressed.
for her brother was proud, and yielded not, |
in respect of Kindness to his sister, TO the first
in the land. There were several causes, we |
have said, conspirng 10 draw the fashionable |
attention Of that most fashionable assembly |
towards the marquis and the party. First, |
he wealth. rank, and expectations of the |
MARQUIS oil B., iu tue eyes of match making |