New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-19
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NINA LINDEN; Or, THE SPIRIT VISIT.
Bn 3. Ella t9Earkn.

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NINA LINDEN; Or, THE SPIRIT VISIT
Bn 3. Ella fEarkn.
Nina Linden, a pale, intellectual girl, so ap-
parently calm, bur wild and strangely beauti-
ful, was the only daughter of a rich merchant
OF Charleston, reared in the very lap of luxury.
petted and caressed, yet the effuleence of her
lofty and generous soul dyed her exquisite and
delicate beauty with It's rarest tints. She was
scarce eighteen at the time our story commences
In an apartment flooded with the soft silver
lustre of the pale moon, that hung like bur-
nished plate of tremulous gold in the uncloudet
heavens, alone reclined Nina, her lovely face
upturned, and her deep black eyes wandering
from star to star. By sudden movement she
dashed profusion Of jetty ringlets from her
spotless brow.
They fell over her shoulders and trembled in
the soft moonlight The passionate spell that,
but moment before, blazed in her dark eyes
seemed suddenly subdued, and the thin white
lids dropped down, until the long dark lashes
swept her pale cheek, and concealed entirely
the lustrous light OF those orbs that moment
before rivalled the stars .quivering ray. One
by one the pearly tears stole out, and rolling
down her cheek, fell hot upon her small gentle
hands, crossed upon her bosom. The past, the
sealed, but untorgotten past, was burning be-
fore her. Her head dropped lower and lower
until her pure white brow rested upon the
crimson cushioned arm Of the chair in which
she reclined. Suddenly she started up, and
again shaking back the ringlets that had fallen
in shining clusters over her face said in a low
tren,ulous voice, '' 'Tis only dream. am in
deed forgotten; false the whispers of this heart
that tells me his beats true to NINE This
spirit influence. must shake it off; delightful
as it is, | must shake it off, She threw the
curtains back that half closed the window, and
leaning out, looked up at the full moon, SC
luminous and tremulous. Long she stood saz-
ing up, a dreamy alteration gradually lighting
her dark orbs, spread soft-rose tint over her
face, usually so pale and so strangely beautiful
and again hope seemed breathed into the
abysses of her existence; her lips trembled, and
again subdued sadness oyeispread her tea-
tnres; she turned from the window, the curtain
fell, excluding with its rich folds the moons
soft light,
e must rest me- she murmured, g and tran
quilize the throbbings OF this aching heart, for
am summoned, and must attend the ball. Calm
and placid as Nina usually appeared, her bosom
often heaved with wild and passionate emotions,
often she strove in vain to force back the scald-
ing tears, that glitterel like diamonds upon her
long silken lashes: she was a child of feeling and
poetry her heart had early learnt to love- And
had that trusting confidence been betrayed
1t was a lovely evening in June, the moon,
full and round, hung in the unclouded heavens
Every easement of Madam Roland's saloons
were thrown open, the balmy zephyr shook
gently with its perfumed wings the rich curtains
and trembled lightly over the dewy petals of the
rose--large and half suhduel lamps shed their
soft light over the elegantly furnished apart
ments. Many Il beautiful cheek was crimsoned
with a lovely blush, and many II bright eye
sparkled beneath the dnlliance of another's
glance The young. the bright, and the beauti-
full the proud and the manly, We're there float
ing in dance or gaily chatting,
We will turn again to Nina, as she sat before
the polished mirrors IN a full ball dress, tapping
her small foot impatiently upon the rich carpet
as Betty, her dressing maid, twisted her long
flowing locks into shining culls; when she had
finished Nina arose, and bidding Betty leave
her. she gathered the stray curls from her brow
fastened them back with string of pearls
And smile added singular beauty to her pale
face, as she viewed her elegant person. robed as
it was in the soft rich folds of an exquisite Grape
lesse, she opened small casket of jewelry, and
selecting diamond bracelet, would have claspet
it upon her wrist, but her fingers trembled and
her face became even more pale as she gazed
upon it, but controlling herself she murmured,
'' will wear it, shining, cold, and glittering as
my fate--yes, | will Wear it, all miserable as
am. His was the first hand that clasped it upon
my wrist, and promised to wear it only in mo-
ments of happiness" She clasped the sparkling
jewel upon her soft round arm, and glancing
up at the polished plate, where was mirrored
her own face, now. so strangely beautiful, and
where
Mind seemed to sit enthroned.
Al glorious on that spotlcss brow
Throwing light mantle over her shoulders,
she sprang withquick elastic step to her mothers
room. 8 am glad you are happy tonight, my
child;' said Mrs. Linden, touching with her
white tapered finger the bracelet that sparkled
upon Nina's wrist. She knew and mourned the
blight that had fallen upon that warm young
heart.
sam, l not ever happy, mother. but good
night" she replied, and STOPPING kissed her
parents cheek, and stepping lightly to her
fathers side, she was soon ascending the broad
stone steps of Madame Rolands magnificent
mansion.
The dance had commenced when Nina entered.
She quickly passed the wheeling forms, with a
calm, proud smile but her eye burned brighter,
and the blush upon her cheek deepened, when
she saw Julian DePont gaze upon her, with
those deep melting eyes as be paused in the mazy
dance It was the same that had so often
thrilled and vibrated through her soul in othel
and happier DAYS. In another moment she was
whirling in the waltz; but she knew that Julian's
eyes were still resting upon her, though She
chatted gaily, and moved to the softest touch d
the violin She soon wearied of the Dance ana
stepping into the recess of window, where
half concealed by the rich folds of the damask
curtain, she stood an idle spectator Thus she
remained for u length of time, when suddenly
the blush mounted burning to her cheeks and
temples-it crimsoned and paled, for she .tsi'
that he who had won and recklessly thrown
away the first deep love of her too contding
heart, was again gazing upon her. Though she
paler. with arms folded tight upon his heavine
bosom, leaning against pillar for support, ant
his eyes still turned to her yet she fei his gaze
Her heart had loved, and still turned thirstin2
to its first attachment, and hovered faithful,
around the object of its devotion. She turnet
suddenly, and her eyes met Julians; her lip