Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1855-09-19

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Shs xre~ pale ard thin, anl slscrecsfse
stare ID her aseeaeyes, and an imra sienshaFd z
sound in her voice n -
! The French are Is kindly rscs. and 81
ssmpaities Of aiI wEo knew Eoralie svctr
Il, full riay. iEaycn knsns how every ene
was so'we.i informed: but shs snisk snsssn
WIN Broaght the nsrning sous Of milk let 1
fall drop or two over the srnsstsurc. with t
milling ssCourags, Afddenioiselie, le bon |
temps riessdra.o The conslsrge and BIS (
xifs wers ready 10 ias vioiens hands nsihe |
r,.,s, i, ans ri,,crne the slIoe. black 1T fhe
conner 81 tie, street made daily inquiries /
and az the epscer and his spouse, NJ and /
Mms. ssneniii, thcy could talk Of nothing |
IN their con iagai tete a.setss hut Aidise. CO. /
sralie and her officer i;sne,. They perseyer- |
'ingly stalled inutiiased weat!iere9ck, which |
hal long given up service, and Is which they
al says predicted y fs.ir wind from Afstrs.
q When Eugenc's resurn might be expected i
any day., or even any hnar. coraiie begged
for q halsdaT-aa occupation had, indeed.
Ebeceme impossible TO her. The parents.of
her little aock were enthusiastically unan,-
nous in their consent: .salais oui, mais oui,
ma rassre a lnoiseile; allons done. ma cifere ]
bonnie demeissiIe: du courage, ca va fnir
bientot, lie bons temps vierdra." aassa
ssI.. hons temps viendrsas' repeated Cora
lie, and this strong, lively girl wauid sit
whole hours Hstiopless, or move only to look
o, the ha ds OF the penduic. II rl, 4
Al last, one Sunday morning. Coralie
awoke with an unusual feeling of cheerful
/ ness il was early spring. and q bright sun
| was Shining merriiy into the room, in de.
i.fince OF, her snow;wLite curtains-some
| Gagged lark near was singing his pretty ma
tines--ani, rs Coralie opened her window, a
soft air wooed her heated cheek. A few
I warm tears gathered in her eyes, her heart
| throbbed tempestnously, and then she felt
| prcsentimeBt, she would scarcely, ownitsto
t,herseIf, that he lwoald come that day. First,
| Curalie prayed, as she had not prayed for
wecks--poor soul, was she trying: to bribe
Heaven? Then she dressed herself in her
pretty new blue muslin, herfhand shaking SO
she could scarcely fix the buckle OF her band,
she smoothed and smoothed her hair till lit
shown like satin, laced on her new brode-
quins, and finally drew forth q; pair of cuffs
and a collar she had embroidered and laid
Eby in sweet anticipation of Eugcne's return.
ssThey will grow quite Yellow soliloquized
she, assembling her own motive, ssif let
them lie longer, in the drawer" and with
|sudden resolution she put them on. and
then-why then, she knew not what to do
WIFI Tue tUnS Jay buu sde uoWii W iSA ooitSs
in restless; yet happy li-tlessness. s,,It sts
About noon, there was a mans step on
the stair. Coralie was not startled, not as
topished ; she had known it would be; so,on-
Nv she painted hard as it came nearer, and at
last stopped at her dsorri She rose. but had
no power. to walk "a low tap s''Eptrez," she
said, in soft voice, with her hand out
/ stretched as. if she would have lifted the
latch herself A uniform appeared---Lora-
lie sprang forward, and met a stranger
..Euyene, where is he?' cried the bewilder-
ed eirl, retreating, and her eyes turning from
the intruder strained, as if seeking some one
following in his rear. ,ss,. = --9---..
! sspardon, ,n.faemoiselle''{ answered the
visitor, ssI have come by his WISH You,
perhaps, know my name-Jean Riyarol---l
was Eugene's comrade for many years.
ssEIe has often written to me of you,'' re-
turned size ;."butyo have expected to find
HIM too soon--he is no yet come--but he
wi soon be here." & III
sa The Young man leaned his hand on the
back Of chair, turned a strange look at the
excited speaker, and then cast his son the
ground. s- sY assltg sR!1 s{f.
sin truth,o continued Coralie, 81 thought
it was him when you entered; and SOL she
added, after a moments pause, with a sweet
smile, ssto speak truly, the sight Of you was a
DISAPPOINTMENT, and was, perhaps, ungra-
cious to Eugene's best friend-forgive ME!
ssrhink, l have been waiting for this day five
years--fve weary years ~ .--...
These last few words broke forth with a
burst of long pent- feeling. Then with
moro composure she asked ss.
.sWhere did you leave him p -
f. To this direct question Rivarol, who was
| el,, 80 &bca
murmured something like Son the road" ,
''TIe will be here to- day, then ?" SOL Il
ssNot o-day, think-I suppose that is
as he is not here yet. 'ss 81
s'To-mo-row? ?" persisted Coralie, "morn-
ing or evening, do you think 90
SCI cannot tell,', sald Jean, evidently en-
barrassed, and looking very pale. ssPardon.
1n1demoiselle, my intrusion--l will take my
leave.' 44la sarisi ~ F59 }9sEs -
Coralie thought he was hurt by the ungra.
ciousness of her first reception.
s.Nny," said she, gracefully, s'you mus
look on this as Eugene's home. 1t will be
his ours, in a few days--and his friends
will always be welcome. See" she went on
sstherc stands his armchair, worked the
cover myself, and, to tell you a secret, thost
slippers, and that smoking cap are for him
While he, poor fellow, has been going througs
toll and danger, it would have been too bac
if J had been idle. think Eugene will b
pleased with our modest home" " z.s
Rivarol threw hasty glance round thu
room, which seemed to take in all and every
thing it contained. 81 E45H
,'e "Seiour fait pour lie bonheur," e
CA home made for ha2piness.) fs.,s
he exclaimed. He was strongly moved, his
voice was husky, and his color went anG
, came. Fixing look on Coralie's flushed
hopeful, expectant face he rapidly uttered
some words about pressing business, and witt
one hasty bow dartcd away. 70.
s.Monsieur, Monsieurr' screamed ,Coral!e
: aft him, on the stairs. She had some new
question to put to him, as to in what exac
, place he had left Eugene, but Monsieur was
alrer dy out Of hearing.
ssWhat hurry he is in; shall tell Eu
, gene'' And with this determination, thu
stranger vanished from her thoughts, which
. returned to their former train. Nevertheless
she had gathered one certa nty, that her be
, Itrothed could not be with her before mex
, dav. se asa4 ap'ats aaslgsa a.5s's a>s7s
> Tomorrow! how long And yet it fel
. like relief Anticipation, long on tn,
stretch, as the intensely desired meeting
: nears, becomes somewhat akin to dread. So
: the porteress, who lwasalwnys running up or
| one psetext or another, and other female
{ neighbors also-al in remarkably high spir'
. its were told that NJ. Eugene could not ar
j. rive before the morrow. a.I sys .zil*e
: The repeating this assurance constantly
{ was Coralie's only conversation with hel
3 humble friends that day. Her heart was
| full of disqniet, and when alone 5 e OTTER
) muttcred to herself some Of Rivarol''
speec es, hurting on a"Sejour fat le pou'
, bonheuy," or counting over her little treas
f ures in dazcd sort of way. @..e
, On the Wednesday following, towards
f evening, as Madame Ferey and her daughter
, Pauline, one of Coralie's former pupils
were sitting together. talking pleasantly ovel
+ Coralie's happy prospects, ring came to the
! door of the apartment. Madame Ferey
, opened the door herself, and there stood q
, figure which for a few seconds she did moi
: recognize The shrunkcn height, the stoor
which brought the shoulders forward like
two points, the shawl which hung over them
. in wre;ched daugle, the blanched cheek
) and lip. the suuken eye, the premature lines
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