The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1854-07-05
CONCLUDED from last Banncr)
LOVE AND SPITE;
OEs,
T'Rali EsUEeNl' NsOUaeUEi'E,.

But the next day passed, and the
day followin--a!i!! Charles came not
lio?;: !;cs::s.: K. !!a : !:!.!o ::"c":y;-
On the thrd he passed her in the
street with distant bow. lie looked
wrctchcAy, howcvcr--and this gave
his hanghty mistress no slight satisiac-
ton. Confident in the power Of her
charms, she had not the least fear Of
loosing him; but that she should yield,
or make the smallest advance towards
y reconciliation, was unthouyht or
Though She had wo,lnlcl his feeling
in the point most sensitive to y lover
md man of honor, it was his business
to sue for pardon; and Flora had in
her own mind determined upon the
time and place that was to witness her
triumph.
There was i'll day or two to be q
large party NJ The house "f one Of
Charlcs's intimate friends. Though
he had not appeared in company since
their quarrel, there lie must certainly
be; and Elora--who real & lnngGd for 4
renewal Of the intcronursc-loVkcd for.
ward to the party with the greatest
impatcnce.
a few hours before it was time TO
commence her toilet, she threw her
self on the sofa before the fire, il: her
chamber; and gave hcrsclfup TO happy
rccollcc,ions OF the past and hopes for
the future. The beautiful dress in
which she was to appear was laid
across the bed; her maid had arranged
on the dressing table the ncwerS. iaccs,
and Jewels, that were to adorE her
hair, neck, and arms; and the young
beauty-cvcn lovclicr than ever in her
careless dishuLiile-had thrown one
fair hand across her brow, and was oc-
cupicd in weaving a golden web Of
future happiness in the busy loom Of
hor own phantasy.
She thought of Charles of the deep
and ardent passion with which she
had inspired him; Of tic noble, gcncr-
Gus nature which must make the hap
piness Of all concerned with him; of
his talents and acquire.ucnts, that
necessarily must work their way to
independence, if not wealth. And,
with sigh over his present poverty,
and another over his strong self will,
she jumped over the difficulties in their
path, and pictured herself the presd.
ing genius OF his homc-thc wife that
shared his inlnost thoughts and feel
ings-his comforter in the hour of sor-
row, and his sympaihising friend in
that Of JOY, until tears Of happiness
bcdewcd her cheeks, and she felt that
at that moment she could sacrifice
anything for his sake. Just then the
door opened, and her maid ran in,
breathlcss with delight.
"Oh, Miss Flora! The most mag
niGcent bouquet! Not one like it in
the whole blessed winter! Eight
camelas, besides roses and minnycis;
and--and don't know what bcsidcs!"
And she laid the costly offering
before her happy mistress.
In an instant she decided it came
from Charles; aud, though much more
gorgeous and expensive than those he
was in the habit of sending, she saw
in this an indication of his anxiety to
atone for the offence he had given her.
She was lost in admiration Of its beau.
ty, and had just decided that ono Of the
splendid white camcIias might be
withdrawn, without injuring the sym.
metry Of the arrangement, to adorn
her dark hair, when, ina moment Of
silcncc-durng which she was induls.
ing in some very tender thoughts Of
tile donor-thc maid suddenly cx-
claimed that she had dropped tho card
the boy had given; and, leaving the
room, retained directly, and placed it
in Flora's hand, VIII" read, " For Miss
Ormsby, with Mr.. Boswcll's co,npli
ments." ~
The rcvg|sion Of feeling was too
great for FlJrN's: temper. Her eyes
flashed, and, with au exclamation Of