New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-04-03

"What do you wsnt Of me. papa" -r-.l
S' want to congratulate you, nay dear clt'id, |
IN your happy choice Of husbani.''
g husband, papa, what do you mean :"
The good old gentleman looked first at Haf-
vey, then at his daughter, Florette
" Did you not send Harvey to me Z"
ssL La, pa, was he so foolish as to ask you' |
really was in q jest a,s,
ss In jest !" said the young man, rising from |
his seat, and turning deadly pale; g and per
haps it was in jest that you have so many times
promised to be mine. Speak, Florette, isitso; .
The young girl tremblcd as she looked on ilis !
pa1lid face, yet with smile she answered:
ssCertainly, dear Harvey, Twas in jest all the
time, and / thought you were also"
Mr.. Gayland had listened in stupifed arnaze-
ment to Florette's heartless confession He had
never imagined that one of his daughters could
be guilty of SO base an act, mnch less her whom
he believed so pure and guileless. He spoke
not, but pointed to the door, as Florette closed
it; Harvey fell upon his knees. and the large
tear-drops rolled rapidly down his checks.
Lille wept bitterly She loved Harvey, and
throwing her arms around his neck, she whis-
pered s-N %. ig 7..y &.
&c Don't cry, Harvey, I'll be your wife"
These childish words instantly dried up his
tears. He pressed her to his heart and an
swered .g e7' tf s-ays N
| "You will be my own, Lille, never leave nor
ldugn at NE, as FlOfetle mas done =
| /" No, no, dear Harvey sobbed the child
81 I'll always be your own Lillie.' t3s
Bravof' exclaimed the old gentleman, who
| had recovered the use of his tongue; ;ss you shall
yet be my son. Harvey, Florette has cruelty
wronged you, but don't mind it, we will have
our revenge, harmless, though sweet. Harvey,
do you really wish me to give you my Lille y
Yes, Sir, she is not beautiful, but size has
heart sss.l}
| ;rL4 lor- b,,tcI cI,a bo bc,,J
when she is as old as Florette. At seventeen
Harvey, she is yours that allows me five years
to educate her, and during that time you must
travel Our plan must be kept profound Sc
cret between us three. Remember. Harvey,
when you return, it must be kept ineog, and
then comes our revenge"
1t was even SO. In one week, Harvey Lesion
had left the village, and Lille, much to the as
tonishment of her mother and sisters, was sent
to an excellent female seminary.
Mr.. Gayland seldom spoke Of Harvey Lesion ;
i but when his name was mentioned jeeringly.
there would be smile Of deep and quiet meaning
playing over his benevolent features. ..t..5
Summer came round again; and again Mrs.
4 Ga Wand, Irene and Lucia, were at Saratoga
but Florette was not allowed to go. In vain hen
moth er coaxed-Mr Gayland was inexorable
Florette thought it was on account Of her youth
but as summer after summer rolled away, ant
found her still at home, she knew it was pun
ishment, and felt it to be just.
Five years had passed away. Mr. Gaylanf
had been from home q week, and his wife ant
daughters wondered that he stopped SO long. i.
ssMamma,'' said Plorette, sc ! should thinl
you would know where he has gone; did he no
tell you;"
| "No, asked him and he refused to tell me,
said Mrs. Gayland, looking very so1ir.
'tuh, can guess" exclaimed Florette, N
| 4 al; bDr,a
Strange the mother had almost forgotten
that she had child, and that they had a sister
sWell.' said Mrs, Gayland, coldly, g ! hop
he has, for the chamber maid is going to leav
me- and Miss Lille can take her. place
ssLa, mamma Gsped Lucia, "do you thin
after keeping her five years at - Seminary
papa will allow her to come and make beds fe
us % q
Lucia ss NewYork exquisite had deserted he
and she was.now twenty five. -
ssWe shall see, answered Mrs. Gayland, Wi
, a decided air, ss but hark, / hear carriage
L must be your father
D. Yes'' said Lucia, locking out of the wndo'
ss and there Isl lady with him, but it cannot
Lille for she looks very handsome.
The door opened-Mr Gayland entered lea'
ing young aud beautiful girl. Advaneir
towards his wife and daughters he presented ne
ssMaria, your daughter, Lille; Lucia, fl'
rette, your sister,
Lille, with sweet smile, extended her han
and notwithstanding GOODNESS on the part
her mother and sisters, she would press b
pretty lips to theirs.
, ssWen, Maria,'' said Mr. Gayland trump
antly, GO do you want Lille in the kitchen nov
or perh:ip next summer you would ike TO
hibit hi IT and Floretta at Saratoga
. A bit ter smile was the only reply. Mrs ia
} land aw that the poor despired and insult
; child was beautiful--even more beautiful TIL
| Floretfsa for there was brightness IN the di.
eye of Lille that spoke of heaven born though
an expression of lofty purity sat enthroned
her pl acid brow. while the soft cadence OF |
voice was sweeter music than the zephyr ma
Lille was dives, ing herself Of her traveii
: dress, and Florette instead OF assistng
was gazing out upon the Lawn. a19uehty
exclaimed while slis ,ht blush tlngfa ner cue
: ssPapa look, do yo. know tins sentie,,h
who is approaching | 'e was introduced M
by MIR. Berwick, on the tay after yoh iel''
IS the most agreeable man | ever me. "ilst,
must have Travelled over tlle world, 'of
knowledge is boundless, and his manners are
distinguished am sure hi has lived in L
: hest society. AT times when he is speaking We
i earnestly, his voice resembles Harvey Lestol
y and sometimes he fixes his eyes upon me just
Harvey used to-
I Indeed, Florette,'' answered her faith
, :, somewhat sadly, 81 hope you h ave not lost yo
! = heart know the gentleman we'll and he
l engaged to young lady Of this village 5
$ Engaged impossible, papa" said Luci
S s' He only visits here, and his eyes are alwa,
; on Florette; but hark, he rings
!, Mr.. Gayland himself opened the door al
4 welcomed the gentleman with hearty sha
OF the hand, then leading his youngest girl fc
u ward, said
" sc Harvey Lesion, this is my daughter Lii
: and your atfianced BRIDE
The young man gazed upon her face nome
u IN admiring wonder, then kneeling, he said,
e in days gone past:
9 T" You will be my own wife, Lille, you W
:; never leave or laugh at me, as Florette
d done?'
IS And again Lille threw her arms around h
u , neck, and answered with a face OF smiles al
/. tears '''. p.
ee Oh, no, never, dear Harvey, Twill always
u your own Lille
II The rage of the mother, the chagrin of Fl
J. rette, can be better imagined than describe
Mr.. Gayland noticed them not, but taking Il
hand of his future son-in-law, he said:
W Arise; our revenge is complete. Mari
,e your despised and neglected child is now sup
ie rior, in wealth and beauty, to either of yo1
ott daughters. Florette, there is not a young lad
re in NewEngland that would not be proud to ca
m Harvey Lesion husband. May the lesson yo
III have learned be profitable to you
I.