The Woodville Republican, and Wilkinson advertiser. (Woodville, Miss.) 1853-18??, 1853-02-15

about her graceful person, and upon her fair
arm placed he Ch, and taking IN her hand
the nch bouquet, every flower Il which wits
pered hopes to her young bear, she bed mp
her cheek with a bewitching smile and said
Now, kiss me, mamma, and say that you airs
proud Of Else
And now, Jeannet, with care, draws the rich
opera cloak about her shoulders, and with a
thousand charges from mamma TO beware Of
the draughts, partake sparingly q ices, and
not weary herself with dancing" the carriage
wheels rolled away from the doc ~frreighted
with their lovely burden.
@EIise de Vaux, herer' said a tall, queenly
girl, attired in black velvet; and she euhed
her pretty lip with ill-concealed y~exation. II
thought her dying or near Il" and, as Elise
glided gracefully past in the dance, every eve
following her, and every tongue eloquent in
her praise, MabeIs cheek paled with anger.
~How radiant she is! how dazzling Sick
ness has but enhanced her beauty, and how
proudly Vivian bears her through the waltz !
Every step they take il on my heartstrings.
This must moi, shall not bel Courage, o "
ard hearth and mastering her feelings with a
strong effort, she soon brought the rose to her
cheek, hW eye grew wildly brilliant, and had
not Vivian been magnetizcd beyond recall, his
eye would have been caught by the dazzling
vision.
All eyes were fixed upon the rival bellies,
and amid the voluptuous swell Of music, the
flashing Of lights, the o~verpowering sweetness
of myriad flowers, and the rapid whirling mo-
ton Of the dance, every brain and heart was
dizzy with excitement.
Heavens that is not Elise de Vaux," said
a nephew Of DIR. Wyman's. What mad fol-
lyl My uncle told me IL she came, it would
be at the price Of her life. How surprisingly
beautiful she isp'
Still on, and on they whirled-the dancers !
till the stars grew pale, and the sweet flowers
dropped in the heated atmosphere.
mo sleep til morn, when youth and pleasure
meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet"
"What an unearthly beauty" said an old
gentleman TO o young man, upon whose arm
he was leaning, as Elise glided past. "Who
is shep yuwr
Elise de yaux," said the young man, me-
chanically, his eyes riveted to her figure.
"Do you know what you are sayingg" said
he, tapping him gently on the arm.
AYES, Elise de Yaux."
@Well, why do you look at her so wildly 2
Has cupid aimed a dart at you out Of those
lovely blue eyesp
"Good Godp p said the young man, leaping
forward, as a piercing shrek anne upon the
air. snake room help! throw up the win
dowsW and Elise was borne past, gasping,
senseless, to the cool night air.
Ay, Vivian kneel at her side, chafe the lit
tie jeweled hands, put back the soft hair from
the azure-yeined temples, press the pulseless
wrist, listen for the beating heart in yain-EIise
is deadi
And in the arms Of him for whom she had
thrown away her young life, she was borne to
her home. The diamond sparkled mockingly,
on the claycold fingers, the pearls still lingering
amid her soft ringlets, the round symmetrical
limbs still fair in their beautiful proportions.
The heart she coveted was gained-the dear
houuht ~S,ciorv xyon 4 Nat AtE B4Hs