Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1852-09-23

this same little bird is a light built
lass, With roguish eye, a slender
waist, and foot like a fairy's.
Some women in the position Of Ju-
lie de Fontage, would have been
thrown into fit of Jealous rage, at
hearing such a piece Of news as Julie
had just received, but Julie was a
good and sensible girl, and knew very
well that Mormont loved her dearly,
and so she said very gently to her
maid:
very well l shall be there my
self?'
You, Mademoiselle?'
Y les, Adele, why not?'
Certainly if madame pleases.'
The little waiting. maid clapped
her little hands together and almost
danced for JOY.
'And whatdress will madame wear?
she asked +
That is my secret replied the
mistress smiling Quietly.
Miss. Adele pouted, but asked no
more questions, for She knew her
mistress was firm and encouraged no
familiarity.
Gaily and brilliantly did the ball
open that night; music, flowers, per-
fumes, a vast crowd, universal hilari-
-ty, gave it a peculiar and intoxlca-
ting charm. You hardly regretted
that the ladies were masked, it was
so interesting to guess what their
faces might be from the indications
of the hand, figure al hd foot, or the
contour of the white and finely
rounded chin, appearing beneath the
lace fringe of the visor.
Mormont was there, seeking in
the throng for the pink domino
He found her at last, but her figure
was 50 disguised in the loose folds OF
her dress that its contours were not
distinguishable, but it was tall and
commanding, notwithsta hding the
feet that peeped forth in the high
heeIed slippers were beautifully
small, and the jeweled hand laid upon
Mormont's arm carelessly and light
ly, was white and aristocratic.
Here at l;,st' whispered the mask
to him.
You are the recreant knight,
whispered one ONE of the most mu-
steal voices he ha Il ever listened to.
you have not made your Annie wait
in vain for you. Now, tell me can
you guess who | am? Come try il
you can
you are the Baron ess dc Faucere.
'Wide off the mark, said the pink
domino, laughing lightly,
You are not.'
No: and yet | can describe to you
the decorations Of the bqroness $
boudoir to Show you that | ! 4elong to
her sttt.'
'If you please,' said Norm ont.
And he listened to a minute and
correct description from the pink
domino of her ladyship's boudoir
Then branching off, as if she delight
ed to perplex and surprise him, she
recoanted thousand particulars Of
Mormont's life, habits, e ven his
thoughts, until he was completely peF f.
picked and bewilderel.
4 am entirely mystifed,P he sal q
atFlength. sThe riddle Of the Sphin b
was nothing to this. You must tai e
pity, and reveal to me the being
the good angel that takes such . L
interest in my affairs | feel that
you must be beautiful; step aside
with me and lift your mask: | coh-
jdre you do
Nay
But [ insist
Perhaps you may not Il Ike me as
we'll.
Il do not fear, come
Not here, not amid this vulgar
crowd replied the pink domino
But gowith me to my hotel, where
there are some friends Of mine who
are dc dsirons d f the Honor Of max
ing 20 ur acquail ltance, and | will re-
veal ALL Whe n you know us you
viii thank fortune for Having brought
you here tonight.
Don't accep THE invitation, said
anoEhe II voice 1il low " whisper-so
low indeed, that it reachq 4 only the
carr of Mormont.
sid4 him young lad, wearing his