The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1854-09-30

o'ewart s She followed slowly after the !
handsome, naughty hero of her nightly
dreams and daily reveries.
Yes, may as we'll confess it at once.
Lucy Stuart, though the daughter of
born and bred 10 a frivolous
and elegant life, possessed a warm and
loving heart, whose impulsiyc bea,ings,
not even the chilling laws of custom could
restrain. Hence it was that on meeting
Grant, at time when het heart was
seeking tor an object on which to !lavish
It's depths OF affection, she had at once in
vested him with every noble quality, real
and imaginary, and learnd to worship as
demi-g god.
Women are often mistaken, even as
the gentle Lucy was, but, doubt, com.
mon as these cases are, il purcr noblcr
heart lavished its first warm love upon a
more unworthy object than she had cho-
sen. For his heart, never yet awakened
by the breath oflovc, (for gross passion
may never bear this divine name) glas-
sed only his own image in its sleeping
waves, SO that Lucy's devotioa which was
apparent to all their exclusive circle, was
regarded by him as thing TO be proud
OF but never to be returned.
Grant Aikens time was at hand, how
ever, and when poor Lucy saw him start
and turn suddenly as Blanch Mon,rose,
the queen OF their clique who had been
for some time assent in a disant city, pas
sed him; when she saw the hurried con-
sulta,ion between him and his friend end
i'll their entrance into Stewards and an
introduction TO her, when she saw the
slight glance the lady cast on him. and
the careless bow that answered the hum
bic greeting; when moment after, he
stood hat in hand, by the steps of the
naughty girls carriage, scarce daring to
touch the sligh, fingers that rested on his
as she entered; when she marked thu
scorniul glance Of triumph in the beautl'
iul eyes Of the coquet,e, and the look o.
admlrlng love, that she would have giver
a world to win, in his then poor Lucy
gave hurried orders for quick return t,
her home and sinking down to the bot
tom of her carriage in her misery, wep
and groaned in bitterness Of spirit.
What had she to oppose to tia. queen
ly beauty and grace of motion, but ;
meek pale face, eyes blue as the heaven
and curling golden hairs Would these
poor attractions teach him TO love her
when the glorious face Of Blanche Mon
trose, with its straight proud features, an
its deep, dark eyes, full Of hauteur, ten
derncss and mirte, so mingled ,ha, tn
loniesi lover could never tell which wa
the most bewitching, lis wealth of chest
nut hair, swimming in massive braids {
flowing wildly over her beautiful whi,
shoulders, in mass Of glossy cufls, cam
! floating resally by!
; No--,here was no hope for her sine
) his heart had Tel, the wltcery OF the pra
: ,iced fir,. Aud she, dearly as she love
7 him, mus, give him up forever, must loo
no more on his god-like beauty must Ii
, ten no more to the low melody OF his pc
I suaslye voice, and worst ol all speak
A word or make no sign to warn him OF h
: danger in laying true, deep and tend'
1 love at the feet OF that naughty hcarlle
girl.
J Lucy knew what no other knew, tn
# the hand Of Blanee Montrose was Pied
e ed to rich broker, some forty years h
). senior, and that the bridal was now on
e DELAYED on account Of the youth Of t
+ BRIDE. Six months would See her "
, meanwhile, her husband elect, who loy
e to witness her power, and reflect that 5
n was his, Blanche led on her host of it
st ers to the brink of fate-a declaratic
g and then dismissed them with haugl
le wonder that they should presume so f
is knowing this, yet fearing to divui
|y it, lest she should be,ray the conidel
9, OF her friend, and have her own pure
ID ,ives misconstrued, Lucy, while she w
a. her own blighled love, was MAJ
e frantic.
ne she mad been all unused to sorrc
ht for though she had known he had ca
of little for her, she had still hoped, that
n time went on aud showed how strong {
ay unwaverin, her love must be, he wo
WI turn 10 her at last and reward her de
ton by the precious gil, Of his herat
ee hand. Now, all hope was gone, for
nd the far famed Lorelie, Blanche drew
ed who looked upon her into the fatal wi
he pool OF their own mad passions.
his SO in her tears she sat, until the
voice Of her maid at the door announ
Of the very person whose desertion she
,ed bewaihng. How the poor soft little h
ng leapeI and bounded a, the tidings
ol- he had inquired for her, and was be
est How quickly she summoned her 'nai
her bathe her eyes III rose water and al
, TO all traces OF her sorrow. How qul
she donned her most becoming dress,
cen gave her sol, silky curls still brig
CHI and more silky aspect as she bru
ms them, aud then how lightly the little
tier ,ily slppered feet ,ripped down the
in as she accused herself Of doing hun
manner OF injustice aud wronging hi
Ish- every possible way.
hey Poor lutte Lucy. Lovely as she
lent with The slight traces Of tears ar
and her beautiful eyes, with her hutterIn
hill ita,ed manner, and the deep blush,
lncy in spite Of herself would rise over
rove neck and cheek and forehead, whe
they took her by the hand, that very love
nu- agitation sealed her doom.
ping AS Grant sat beside her, he hear
ugh low hall whispered replies; felt the
bling OF the little hand tina. nestled