Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-09-27

lor threc years not the rcmotest seaman
was entertained on her account. During s
that period she dressed herself in mourn. d
ing, as well as all her household; but a l
few months afterwards. she appeared to
prefer the society Of one Of her most per.
scvering admirers, certain Count dc
Dongignon, rich, handsome, land five and.
thirty. On q certain day, as ono spoke
of love and the other rejoiced in the hap
pincss Of being beloved
'In,' observed the Count, using one of
those charming diminutivcs which give
so much grace to the Spanish language
- you love me, know; why prolong
wha, your poets and ours call my mar.
.yldom? You are widow and indepcn'
dent. What wthhoIds you? Can it be
your child? You know love that sweet
creature; and besides, mothcrS.in.law are
alone 10 be feared; fathers never are. |
love. and cannot be happy n single mo-
ment without you; and you must know.
that to love you, and see you as often as
| do, are things which must be obnoxious
to your reputation
She bIushed and smiled, as though par.
TALLY in disdain.
Shall shut my door on your said
she.
No, In; | ask to marry
The Countess took up guitar and
played awhile, after which, throwing the
instrument aside, she passed her delicate
fingers through string Of csstanets, and
agitated them. ;,
Let us speak about something else,
said she at last, pray yield in this; you
will obIige me. Isabella Isabella! (ad.
dressing herselfto the child0 go and play
in another room; you make too much
noise. My friend, said she again, these
castanets---that guitar-have reminded
me OF Madrid, and of story. 1t rains;
we cannot to-day walk on the Alces de
Tourny, | will tell it to you. What say
your
This mode of defering her answer did
not please the Count; but there was
something so sweet in the voice of the
Countess, something so attractive in he
manner tha, he submitted, and she bcgar
thus
There lived in Malrid, about fou
years ago, government contractor
whose daughter was the best match 4
The city. Dolores was very beaulliu
cr A young cavaicr-one OF the SPANS
III. no nobility Don Antonio DE Villa Kes
1t fell desperately in love with her. lw'
e,l e., not cnulnera,e all the means he emplo!
ed to make himself beloved by her;
nouuh that she was not backward in r.
turning his affection. The period
marriage was fixed, and, celebrate
at Villa Reals own Palace. The mig
was already advanced; Dolores had bee
led to the nuptial chamber, whore h
maids, after taking off ner rich YES
ments, and having put in their cas-
her rubes and diamonds, were dressi'
I her in the night robe, when the door W
abruptly opened, and every voice G
claimed--." Stop, Don Antomo---'
bride is not yet in bed
ALAS! it was not Villa Real who
te,ed. it was La Esmeralda, the premi
dauseuse of Madrid. She was you
beautiful "a dord beauty,) and capa'
,,,. or the devotion and tenderness oil 10
a disinterested love. which requires
return Of sentiment. VICE. neVef'
less to him who deceives such an one
your danseuses usually console TIT
~ selves. and sometimes forgive; but
invariably revenge injuries. Fancy
fond and ardent young woman with
hair in disorder, her face wildly pa
o. o. as y. her eyes sparkling with fever and an
'Sai .n;, and carrying in her arms q child
'ne'' than three months old, which, with
"0 w ,ended arms, and tears' lmplofeo
sn.n mothers breast'
pathy ""''1 o;oo
'pO'' .Esmeralda,' cried Dolores who
ner Il am the bride!' | am the do
~ ta w. end thou shall, have solid proof o'
,;ards. friendship
coon. is it you,' asked the da''sen'e'
ness Of he marries?'
ty and That he has married, Esmaralda
me the wherefore this visit, at such an ho'
equent The traitorr said Esmaralda'
all the at this child-it is his own! 1t II
cbildp she added, sobbing violentl
,antara YOU knew with what art he seduce
vas no, and require nothing only asking
y other him! He told me l should be hi
!, where that he would never forsake Esme
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