Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-04-11

'errant demoiseIle of yore'-a feminine
Quixotte in search OF adventures and
she flung a straw-hat over her flowing
curls, and pissed to the door.
'Adieu brave knight laughed Ida.
If you should meet my husband in your
wanderings, prithee. do not mistake him
for Dulcinea Deltabosa.'
Or a Windmill, which in that great
awkward hunting-suit am sure he much
more resembles
And Ora was away. She passed
through the garden, down the verge of
the oak. grove. and up along the brook
side, to the entrance of deep ravine,
where sparkled the little spring which
Ida in one Of her childhood $ romantic
moods had named the 'Fairy's Fountain.
K had then been one Of her pleasant
Fairgrounds, and even in later years
formed favorite resort, where she used
to sit and read Of a long summer after
noon, or loIl on the messy banks and
weave day-dreams as bright, as pure,
and as changeful, too, as the clouds that
sailed above her. During the summer,
and since lda's departure, the place had
no; been deserted, its beauty and seclu-
SION were so sweetly congenial TO her
Cousins feelings that she haunted it like
guardian genius, and now. though so
we'll accustomed TO its wild loveliness,
she paused often as she came slowly
along The forest-path which wound up
the gorge, to admire anew the splendor
Of the scene around her. 1t was a beau
! tiful ,avine, closed in on all sides except
the south, by steep rock. banks, cover
ed with moss and lichens, above which
, lowered the gigantic forest, and nearly
in the centre of its shadiest nook bub-
bled the tiny fountain Some care had
i been bestowed upon the spot the waters
:, gushed up like boiling silver in rude
stone basin, and then trickled away ovel
pebbly-bed, murmuring to the sol
: grass in autumn. and in the spring-timt
!" to the wood violets which hid their blue
n eyes over its margin. Beside the little
- spring rose a gigantic pine, its darl
= branches hung over the basin, and arounC
20 its mighty root a mound Of turf had beef
!, thrown up. in such manner as to form
, a rustic seat, or rather lounging- place
=, Two or three small rose-bushes and
a few autumn flowers bloomed over it her
:, and there, and leaning against the thicl
:, trunk of the tree. init centre stood Glen
dora, her hand fiileI with white blooms
:: and her eye wandering over the Lowell
III view which welcomed her half-dream
ID ing gaze. The crimson sunset poured
a. flood Of bloom upon the autumnal land
2 scape, the faint south wind crept slowl
=, up the valley, as il 10th to stir the fe'
:. remaining blossoms from their sIumbe
- which was deepening into death, br
'al high up in the old wood it whispered t
he the many-colored leaves, and even stol
20 with solemn murmur through the heav
.. tassels Of the sighing pine. Ora linge
nd ed perhaps too long in this enchante
We spot. The shadows began to lengthe
N. over the ravIne, ere she remembered thi
h she was alone. and had yetso distanc
,rn 10 walk ere she could reach home. Cate
,ar ing up her hat, which she had throw
he careIessIy by her side, and springir
II. round the trunk Of the pine, she W
a. somewhat startled to beIold man stan
ing with folded arms ana half-avertt
,ok face within few PAGES of her, and q
We rectly in her path.
me His costume was a hunting-suit al
nm. cap, nearly similar to that in VIII ch 81
lie had carelessly observed Mr.. Wentwor
len appear in the morning, and not doubtit
full but that he had come to seek her, s
INV exclaimed
Why, Byron, if not quite wind nj
ms yon surely are
She stopped suddenly, for the strans
mo- turning, lifted his cap politely-and S
veT beheld-God Of mercy !-coulL it
ers possible ST. Auburn! Her brain reel
the -halt-fainting. she staggered back. d
uttered feeble cry-she tn ,ught
do dead, and was this his restless phant
r,ng come to haunt her in that lonely de
hui St. Auburn OWNED her feelings, and
ome vancing. took her hand-overpowe
with aslonishment, bewildered, ain
vour senseless. she made no resistance.
) in. You were wont, fair lady, to best
a warmer welcome on an old friel
,;ne said he, pressing her clammy ice-c
, All fingers to his lips with mocking sm
kind Can it be that you SC soon forget
IS re- "" Io"H0'' i0' ueio 10 my Ie"
brance,' and he pointed to the poigr
on;,- in her belt.
NAV Involuntarily Glendora laid her di
the gagged hand upon its selpent-headed
,ome her companion smiled bitterly
5 my wy "e WI. no. tiouoig you 10
swer uo", ~. iauy' ne sdiu' I'D .he
eized tone OF cnn,'ns 'noeA IO 'otner nests
her ours io-n'gu.s ',IIn"Ir u,snu ., nT con'ln m
..r.d and even solemn tone, this night is
anniversary Of my mothers death. a
,n,v have come to claim you. You do
-"lJ understand me. nerhans' las Glen