Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-09-29

49, - 10 p" f'AAN'
The green beauty Of summer had
given wa y to the gorgeod dsness of au-
ttumn; the ash and the hickory threw
out their banners of crimson and
gold on the edge of the woods; the
many hped nipple and the russell
leafed oak flee. sent out musical
whisperings oD the still air; above
the brown fields aud gay woods soli-
h tary crow wheeled and eawed, seem
ing to add to the quiet which reigned
around. and oyer all came the purple
haze. known only in our autumns,
which heightens their beauty by par
TALLY concealing it.
But not such was the landscape on
which .Florende Imbrie gazed half alb
stractedly. The rain ca me down in
heavy pattering drops, with ring
ing, musical sound on the fallen
leaves. The wind sighed and moan
ed through the DE- isolated, empty
chambers of the WOO oAs, rocking with
wailing voice the oriole in its nest,
or sending d gust Of Fl ne rain tink-
ling agaius the window frame by
which Flore hce leaned The twilight
was fast dee be ming into darkness,and
yet Florence stood as she had been
standing for half an hour, partially
concealed by the curtains, her tall,
elegant figure looking perfectly stat
uesq1e in its imm ovnbiIity.
A well known step.at length cross
ed the room. although she was not
conscious that she bad been watched
for some inmates before. The old
defiant light rose. to her eyes, which
but now were SO sad, as he gaily e1-
claimed.
by the prichling of my thumbs,
Something evil this way comes.p
Tn moment after, she was Joined
BY Basil Cleveland, who said,
/ positively, Miss Florence, you
are growing sentimental latterly,
what is the mhtter? ] have always
observed that only young ladies in
love have sucl intense liking, as you
seem to have for {reary rainy days; it
is $50 conducive to reverie, you know
and there was Il knocking devil in
his tone, that almost made the proud
girl stamp her foot with anger.
Judging by myself, Mr.. Cleve
land. your observations are correct,
for ! am in lpYe, and l assure you
I cordially dislike these Indian ink
landscapes. / was just wondering
when Philip wbuld get over his in-
toxication, enbagh to leave Anne, for
the country is getting disagreeably
cool,
striking for be South in Il few days.
really do hdt kl lloW how | am to
bring my mind to coming North, to
Anne's wedding in january
well. | suppos Sc Mr., Newton will
not refuse to marry her. because
you are not here to give your con-
sent" replied Flprence, steadily.
Basil Cleveland darted a Quick
glance at tile Speaker, but the twi-
light had d%epqntd SO much that he
could not SEE whether there were any
traces of emotion on her face,alti ongh
she still leaned against the wi hdow.
There was mbmcnt's silence, when
Florence, having put out her hand
to draw a larger chair toward her, the
curtain, rs she urned, brushed d eiuf-
ter of splendid drmso n sumach leaves
from her hair They fell at Clevd :
lands feet, who o0piclled them up, but
instead Of returning them TO Her, b e
said, I
"Will You not let me keep these,
Miss Florence? II should. like a me-
mento Of you that has some senti-
ment in it. want to rem ember
you in your subdued mood you
know" aid agbin that Ii ght, self,
collected, mockihg tone fell upon
her ear.
"Of course Vas the i eply, in
voice in which not trace ofwound- !
ed pride or affdc ion could be recog-
nized. 'Qf co utse | could p OF re-
fuse to SO intimate an acquaintance
as yourself, what | have granted to
some dozens of others.
WELL exclaimed Clevelan d, gai-
". twirling the leaves in his hand,
s'this has been i pleasant filtration,
after all, Miss Florence. What a
pity 1t was only a Hrt tationl'' And,
with his rich, mellow voice, he re-
peatea Miss L4 ldcn' lines,