Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-09-22

1ascinate him a little; that PINK DO
net will do it.
And so Flore nee ratified on, som
times to her brothers amusemen
sometimes to his ammo vance, Il
they reached the depot, where the
! uncle's carriage met them.
;. "Really, Anne, this is quite
e handsome room; the houseesis NJ
4 built of logs, | suppose was Flo
3 ence's exclamations soon after h(
I arrival.
} "We think IL he place beautiful,
was the reply. { | am
"Oh, ] dare say" interrupte
Florence, "but really, coz, | Car
nothing at all about the beauties {
nature; ] have seen Niagara and th
White Mountains, and mt ust confes
that / think the beauties Of art, as
sembled in the dining-rooms or draw
Fing-rooms of Newport or Saratoga
much better Now, Anne, child,
like you all very much, but to be can
did, | came here because ma 4mma OBJ
/ liged me to. Now, if | was engaged
to be married, like you'll should feel
it my duty to settle down in some
quiet place, to prepare my mind fol-
the awful event. By the way, cara
moi when you are to be married? =
Not soon, hope, for then there
will be no possibility of getting up a
Irritation with Mr. Cleveland, when
he comes
81 do know" replied Anne.
gravely, "the subject is never men
toned between u.s. We are not very
ardent lovers, to be sure / some
times wish Basil would speak of it,
but he neither asks me to marry him,
nor releases me.
"Anne, dear, do you love Mr..
Cleveland?"
"Don't ask me, Florence" was the
reply, as her cousin kissed her good
night.
"WeH, now, that is rather singu-
lar, soliloquized Florence, when left
alone. "Why, Anne, you foolish
thing,you might as well have told me,
for as | am woman, I'll find out in
spite of you, and flirt with your hus-
band elect, too, if you are not too
much in love with him YOURSELF and
with this laudable intent upon the
heart of Basil Cleveland. Florence
prepared for bed.
The magnif cent city belle arose
the next day, with the full expecta-
tion Of being ennuied to death; but
in some way, she could not not tell
how, the time never seemed to pass
more quickly 1t was very strange!
No morning loungers in loose coats
and buff coloreH p kids dropped in; no.
Of young America.
with one arm Thrown q over the back.
of his chair, anh with his 9th her hand
rafting his THY pearl-heade ed cane
against his peafly teeth, call ed forth.
her fascinations and her satire at the
same time; nd dear young friend
stopped "just fpr a second" to tell
her that the Baron Won B, of
the last German expectation, had de-
clared to her that he was dying of
love for the fair Florence, or to coax
her up to Lawson's show.rooms, "be-
fore the most beautiful things in the
world were sold. "
Yes, it was strange; but somehow
the golden shadows on the wavy
grass stole with their rich mellowing
influence into her heart, and the per-
fume from the clusters Of white and
purple lilacs, and from the velvet
blossoms of the brown an orange
striped wall flow wers, intoxi Gated her
senses as her ballroom bouquets had
never done.
Day after day, passed in kind Of
dreamy pleasure to Florence, the
spoiled girl seemed to have lost half
her faults, and her coquetry seemed
to have died natural death. She
fascinated all the visitors at her un-
cle's with her winning manners, and
lie Tours elegant dresses; but, as
she told her brother, she thought. the
air around Ashley had a healthy NOR
al as we'll as physical tone, as she
found it did not agree with hirting
constitution. q
Florence often spent half her morn
ings with Mrs. Willis, the wife of
her uncle farmer, who tried to mi
tiate her into all the, mysteries Of
country house wifery, as Florence
crrovolv informed her she meant to