New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-01-19
9atiy through the open cssenfent !; Julian saw
int GLANCE gnd his aniritI nro;1a5


and its unusual paleness. Z" Come, he contin-
ued, passing his arm through that Of his friend,
e. let us stroll in the gardens-the air will
refresh you
Together they strolled down the broad gray
elled walk that led to a specious summer
house, occasionally pausir|g as the glorious mu-
sic burst in rapturous strains from the saloons
'Not here, said Julien, as his friend was draw
ing him to q seat in the summer house, s.we
will go where VIC can converse without danger
Of Interruption
They paused finally, ard seated themselves
upon bench in the full TboonG ght near a love
ly Mamosa tree, whose laayes hung trembling
upon their small petiolas, and ever ana anon
was seen the spark Of the fire ay. az il B1a7ed IA
the deep shadows.
They did not see Ebat fTaii and strangely
beautiful creature seated among the shruberry.
scarce six feet from them She too had left
the gay assembly to muse awhile undisturoed,
and knew not Of their approach until they
were seated and commenced conversation; ii
was too late to retreat: her hand trer1Hled as
her blanched cheek rested upon it.
''sumrners,' said Julian, g is not this u glo-
rious night to me there is always a strange in
fluence in the dssolving moonlight"
8" hat makes you so sad to- night, julian
has the bright eyes Of some Of our gay bellies
touched your very tender heart. or has the
glance Of that glorius creature bewitclietH you:'
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Piled. wiiie tear soffenah the rich lnstre of his
eyes, ssspeak not so lightly Of her .
'Eshe loves you not"
Julian's finely chiseled lip eur1ad with 8.
smile OF bitter scorn. Too true, hereplied,
but am nodissenlbler now, much as Ihave
practised it, / am no dis4embler now
II think you have diasenbled finely for the
two past years if you love her still. y
Love her still why should I, is she not
happy. A spirit like hers needs no such lovs
as mine; it would be folly, when one glance of
her eye would WOO a thousand to her side The
only star that blazes above my horizon, is that
lone pale beauty yet it would be sacrilege for
me to love her after what'-
After what has past, Julian, and yet you
| say she is happy, No. Julian, she is NOT happy,
yet 50 strangely beautiful
ss And why do you not think her happy, Sum
mers why, a1halo of glory seems to crown her
very existence and wreathe her brow with new
beauties EJ 4
sit is the halo of love and not happiness, her
soul thrsts forits frstlove Oh Julian, if I
could win suoh love as Hers, ] would guard the
hallowed shrine with ny life. Why did You
start -
'' Did you not hear noise let us return to
the dance. ! would not for the world be over
heard. and l am sure l heard something-a
sigh or heavily drawn breatf--and very near
u.s.
"Pshaw it would be impossible for any one
to approach us unobserved Battle your spirits
awhile longer in the 'sbft moonlight, it is too
ruffied to return to the dance YETI
6: Would that | had such heart as yours,
Summers, the dazzling glance Of the most bril-
liant eye makes no impression on you, and yet
the brightest smiles seem ever to wreathe your
pathway"
ss | had rather be as you are, Julian, weary
of the beginning Of love If had little touch
of your romance, would lead some sentimental
lady to the alter soon one as beautiful as your
ideal, perchance-but l see you are dreaming
again, SO let us of to the dance
Together they entered the halls, one to chat
and dance with every gay belle, the other to
move listlessly through the merry crowd, scarce
deigning to notice many a merry glance and
coquetting smile that was cast upon him.
As soon as they entered the house Nina arose
and glided softly, and almost breathlessly, into
the saloon Her tresses, half unbound, hung
heavy and damp upon her brow: there was
brilliant glow upon her eneeks as if flushed by
unwonted excitement; her eyes burned with
| troubled light But she did not again thread
the mazes of the dance: her spirit was heavy,
her pride wounded. though her heart throbbed
wildly for she knew that she was the object Of
the conversation she had overheard; He says
| | thirst for my first love-so does he, my des-
troyer. But will not stoop to win him back,
fearfully dark as may be my DOOM She left
the dance and entered another apartment,
attracted by the notes of a piano and sweet
burst of melody from the lips Of the fair per-
former before it, she stepped quietly TO the side
of Cora Melville, her early friend and school
mate, and turned pagt after page of music us
Cora's fingers flew over her keys.
May sing this 2 said Cora, re-opening to
a song Nina had passed. by; it was an exqisite
Italian air ''Sing it with me, Nina,' continued
Cora, raising her soft blue eyes languidly till
they met the full blaze of Nina 5 midnight orbs,
now beaming with a pickering and troubled
light.
Cora touched the keys softly, at times scarce
awakening the deep rich notes that slumhered
among the chords Nlnas full fute-like voice
was as clear and soft as if her heart knew no
sorrow, her eyes would kindle with the fire of
the poet, and the blush upon her cheek did not
deepen, as she sung these lines:
My love thoh has cast away,
But my spirit forget
She did not look up wien the song was finished,
she dared not trust herself. but again turned
with steady hand the pages before her. When
she looked up she met Juliau's impassioned and
half reproachful gaze; he had been standing
there close at her side all the while, and each
word of that well remembered song thrilled into
his inmost soul. She bowed coldly and calmly
MS their eyes met, q beaming smile lighted his
pale, handsome face with a glow of divine joy,
he entered into conversation with graceful case,
tiiouSh HIS very ueaft WieS cNilIeu by nef eelu
proud replies. Whenh he asked her to dance she
did not know that her voice trembled, though
she had intended to have declined eodly and
proudly, the trembling of her voice and the
changing of her cheek filed his bosom with joy.
Quick as the lightnings flash, hope delicious
but painful revived in his bosom.
When he would have again addressed her she
repulsed him coldly, and taking her fathers arm
tripped lightly away. Julian's eyes still fol
lowed her, he saw her glance back at Cora, and
smile carclessly as SHE left the saloon.
Hefelt disappointed, though he felt he deserved
the repulse he had received. Again he left the
crowded halls, and stood gazing into the deep
shadows, and then at the face of the lone moon,
so cold and pale for he loved her soft light, it
revived memories of the past; recollections of
Nina seemed to be ever connected with its pale
radiance; mystery seemed to shroud its deep
shadows, the cleaning moon and the burning
stars seemed ever to present some startling me-
mento of her presence
What, musine again, said Harry Summers,
approaching fulian. 6 But what do you say to
| Il walk homeward: Here is your hat
| Willingly"
Il hope the beautiful Nina viii not disturb
your dreams to- night, ]ulian"