Grass Valley telegraph., 1854-05-18

found some one who was going the whole
route. / pressed his hand at parting, and
even hinted something like sorrow for trick
once played him, Of dressing up a miliner's
block and almost persuading him to elope
with it. But s., good easy soul, was not re-
vengeful.
"A mere boyish freak exclaimed be- Go
your length, my boy. Rather more yielding
than Madame Modiste's shape which you
made me think was a piquant grisette, eh9
Good bye ~ and he left me to make myself
happy with the widow. I 2cnnldn't swear
missed him, though, he was an old friend.
All, that was happy time for me, though
we were detained several hours for three sue
cessive days by dense fogs, was grateful
to the fogs, and inhaled them vigorously
they were more welcome to me than the
winds Of Araby,
/ fear yon are very susceptible 7 said the
widow, with a wicked glance, one evening,
after had been talking love to her by the
light of the stars I fear you are very stis-
leeptible' and she shook her head aio,i 81
I don't know Of a heart that wouldn't sue
cumb to a goddess returned I, pressing her
hand courageously, and the widow smiled. Is
S. told me you were poet, and rhymes
ters are a fickie set naughty poets,' and she
tapped my hand with her taper fingers, while
my poor heart-oh, Jupiterl sa.., so...
In moment more for moonlight always
puts the devil into me those Laughing wa
ters and twinkling stars would have listened
to declaration, but the widow wouldn't
stay The mischievous creature vowed it
was cold-she felt it sensibly ly-and she cou gh-
ed in proof tying laced kerchief coquettish-
ly about her neck, very well aware that it
only made her the handsomer.
She always managed to turn the converse
tion, when it grew to be personally tender,
and was evidently nearing certain point,
for women are like fishermen, when they're
sure the bait has taken and the founder fast,
they like to daily with the line before pulling
it in. Caught certainly was fast at the
end of the widows line, and only waiting for
her to draw me up. Excuse me for growing
SO piscatorial- my being on the river at that
time accounts for my "reminiscences taking
such turn
| The lady was all afabi1ity. She would
walk on deck with me for .honrs rrhila car
ried her fan and trembled beneath her black
eyes; but every day for certain time she
was invisible, shut up in her state-room, and
what she was about couldn't discover
least didn't then, but came to the conclu-
sion she was offering sacrifice to appease the
names of old Smythe.. W
We were nearing the Crescent City, and
and still that pent up secret burdened my
sensitive bosom, for the relict had so artfully
eluded the topic when I felt my chance had
come, that I had found no opportunity of re-
vealing my passion. aea
1t was the sunset of the last day-the beau
tiful city spread out before us in the distance
we should reach it in an hour. Could ]
go from that lovely being ignorant of nv
fate? No, useless to think of it. / drew her
ed supreme above and below. and while the
engine throbbed a heavy bass accompaniment
to my full hearts song, (there's neat SEN
tence,) told her all.
How eloquently talked! / threw tinidi.
ty aside-I gave her no time to speak, though
once or twice she raised her hand, as if about
to interrupt me. At last she desisted. and
set by my side quiet, her glorious eyes cast
down, her slender hand resting passively in
the one which had taken it prisoner, and the
crimson of sunset tinging her pale cheeks
with it's delicate flush.
Heavens how lovely she looked Icould
paint her picture from memory did once
and wore it for-no matter how long-till a
new love affair drove the fair relict from nv
heart, or my head, or wherever it might be
she was lodged. must have spoken for mo-
ments, though it seemed to me that Ihad said
nothing, my breast was still so full. thought
those rose tinged fingers clasped mine with a
gentle pressure that cheek flushed for a mo-
ment, then to it's usual statuelike paleness-
her emotion almost overpowered her.
you need not speak, angel woman I
whispered; mo words are needed I under
stand all you would say! Heaven teach me
to prize Alright the priceless treasure of your
love- .8ni .d}s8I, dsrad es
The widow drew her hand from mine. and
raised those dark eyes with look Of wonder
4 ing astonishment. .aaiiae o9 aHs Is ln8
Il fear you have strangely misunderstood
my situation she said quietly-her sang froid
never deserted her for moment.
No, no. exclaimed passionately IS. told
me all. know that your husband did not
leave you wealthy, but do you think | am
base enough to care for money No, dear
est of women, my soul is above such sordid
speculations; i love you for yourself--it is
you that desire-you only! Give yourself
l.