New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-05

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NO! afid--yes!'' The first word was spoken
firmly, the last in tone fluttering into silence.
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 go back to your
country--to your dear France put the ocean
between us but first teach me to .forgett"
Forget" the young man echoed. 81 could
sooner forget myself Can | not take remem-
brance' and love with me across the Atlantic ,
What more would you give me:''
She half turned away her head struggling
with the strength of pride against the passionate
beating of her heart. There seemed sort of
triumph hidden in her companions eye, as he
watched the conflict he had awakened 1t was
for this very pride, this very oueenliness that
he had marked her his &c bright particular STAR
in the armament of life And in the conquest
of that ruling passion his cooler nature glowed,
even on the threshold of long separation He
triumphed in reading her SOUL but it was Il
hidden book to him, after all he could not in
terpret 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 we'll as the
heart of a spenniless adventurer,' as your adj
mirable father would style me, for worse "a
Their than better or
Enough!'' she exclaimed. s'I am gene
rails grandchild do not make his blood boil
in my veins for shame that l 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 j,
vehemently
'sDo you know what it is to be forgotten, Ed
mund p
&c You know what it is to doubt, Anne!' he
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&c To be forgotten!'' she repeated "Itis--to
diei''
"Oh hush, love! Why, one would think that
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 Ills
little thing that so many paltry miles will be
between us, when'--
1t is not little thing she exclaimed, ris-
ing before him, and clasping her white hands
until the nails crushed the quivering flesh
IS 1t is not little thing, Edmund, that you
have made all existence a blank to me. but your
self 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 &c take
your eye off mine What have you spell-bound
me to say, while l scorn my very self for the
sayng' Leave me!'
In few minutes, Anne, and for long years,
before strangers ?"
One moments struggle, and the barrier of
pride was overswept by the wild heart-waves.
She leaned her head OH his shoulder, sobbing
like a terrified, trusting child The words whs-
pered 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 trustful.
Edmund's ever watchtul eye gave one glance
to her disarranged toilette.
"Ny dear, your ruff will be telling Il tale
that the winds should not whisper' he muir
INJURED, with q smile, pointing to the warning
hand of his repeater
Anne gathered all the old pride back into
her eye in twinklng, raised her untrembling
hands to her head, and smoothed her rutted
plumage; then, wan-like, she settled upon the
embroidered sofa, and re-opened her forgotten
book
6 L shall write very soon after | reach Paris, |
Edmund went on to say. 'sCan you secure a |
letter, safely p
Oh, yesH' Anne answered. eagerly but the
blood mounted to her forehead at the implied |
confession Of man9uyring.
"Then, Anne" he began, warmly, but she
raised her hand, with quick, terror- boiling |
GESTURE
'SThere, there! hushr'
The rustllng of silk dress in the adjacent
hall, though faint us the sigh Of II zephyr over
the autumn corn, struck on her listening ear
like the death knell of dreams The ever self
possessed teacher raised his pencil professionally,
and was vociterating French rule with perfect
g sang frod,' as the door opened to dowager-
looking elder sister. She swept in, dropping
stately courtesy through her swinging hoop, in
of the extremely ceremonious
inclination of the young foreigners head. She
looked gaunt and grim, like a generation old
picture escaped from its trame-the more so that |
her hair was drawn tightly back to the summit
of her mead, over the organ Of g self-esteem,' as
fix it, and that chain of massive
gold beads-an heirloom of ages gone by-girt
her bare throat
"Good afternoon, sir she said, in a patron
izing tone '' understand from my sister that
you intenG leaving town Tomorrow, sin ~
''Oui, Mademoiselle, sans doute.''
what, sin? inquired the lady, lifting her |
eyebrows u little.
g Aille-that is, one thousand pardons, Made
moselle; that wishes to say-certainly. | will |
depart Tomorrow
1t was polite whim of Edmund D, s to affect !
as slight knowledge as possible of the English
language when conversing with his patrons |
Perhaps he felt that there was little besides his
accent and idiom to mark his birth place and
consequent qualification for his post Of teacher
lie was OF Saxon parentage, and though born |
and educated near Paris, he had inherited
caste of character decidedly un-Frencl. The
ice Of Alpine glaciers had not melted from his
veins under the melowing sun of his nativity |
Tie was deeply. versed i'll national character |
however, and could assume the volatility Of the
rue Flenchman at pleasure; but in his earnest |
moments he was always the cool, cautious, and |
mpulsive German
"What senseless iargon!" exclaimed Miss K,
Anne, hope you have had
enough of it,