The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-04-04

Lslcesters prlncely estaoiishment, Playeu
the agreeable hostess to the satisfaction Of
her numerous guests, and the admiration OF
Mr.. Leicester and Atherton. Though her
husband wondered in secret at her perverse
whim, he was too well bred to express any
surprise, while none but her father guessed
the real cause of her refusing to travel.
And now month after month has rolled
swiftly en-, chow heavily to some) and then
counted with the buried past. The gay sea-
son is over-the warm weather coming on; |;
and Mr.. and Mrs. Leicester, with a party
of friends, (among which are our heroine's
father and mother, and their six children,)
have retired to their country residence to
spend few months. Heloise looked quite
pale and worn out, but then she had been
in perfect whirl Of gayety ever since her
marriage, and needed rest, although the
large party that accompanied her to the
country augured little hope of obtaining
quiet there. But they (Heloise's guests
had issued proclamation that they were to
be unGer no restrsint or ceremony whatever,
and as to "being entertained" they declared
they would entertain themselves, and Mrs.
Leicester should have nothing to do with it,
She gladly gave her assent 10 this PROPOSE
tion; and SO they wandered through the lof-
ty rooms, the halls, the libraries and picture
galleries, the charming little boudoirS, Gust
the places to "make love" in,) the drawing
rooms and the old woods rang with their
shouts of musical mirth. They admired the
flowers, the birds, fish, fountains and stat
ues; they danced, sung and flirted; in short,
each one of that merry party enjoyed him
or herself "according to the dictates of his
own conscience" And was Heloise happy
in the midst Of all this! How could she be
otherwise, with every luxury at her COM
mand and she so beautiful, courted and ad-
mired? So argued the worldly and selfish;
yet there is a restlessness about Heloise, a
love of change, passion for society that
never characterized her before, and might
suggest to the curious heart i'll at case
Her husband was most kind to her, giving
her entire command over his home and
purse; yet there was marked difference be-
tween the lover and the husband. All
those little nameless attentions and soft
words that weave so many bright links in
the golden chain of love, and that were SO
winning in the lover, are thrown aside as
being too undigniied for the husband
Heloise's bright dream of the communion
of lofty, congeuial spirits, was rudely dis
PEELED the first month of her marriage,
when, one evening, being alone with her
husband for half hour before time to dress
for an evening party, she spoke of work
she had been reading-one which he him
self had recommended to her short time
before; and as she warmed with her subject,
and spoke of the talented author with flush
Ing cheek aed flashing eye, her husband in
terrupted her by saying, in tone of cold
sarcasm
"My dear Mrs. Leicester, pray do not bore
me with these things in private; it is terri
BILE enough to have to converse on such sub-
jects in public without exhausting my rheto-
ric and my precious breath with no audience
but my wife and the pictures in her boudoir.
And now tell me what you think Of the set
of diamonds sent home to. day! Are they
not very beautifully" s-
"Very," replied Heloise, calmly, "and
that reminds me that must dress for Mad
ame Withertonis soiree." She dismissed
her husband with lhe same Indifference she
would her maid; and though bitter were the
tears she shed over this awakening, she
bored Mr.. Leicester no more with her
thoughts and feelings, for she realized now
that his talents and brilliant conversational
powers were not intended for "home con-
SUMPTION" but to eleetrify the literary
| world. where he shone star of the first
magnitude. The canker was at her heart,
though she was too proud to let any one sus.
pect her unhappiness. The merry party
are assembled in the grand drawing-room at
Sunbeam Villa. 1t is evening-the lamps
are lighted. and the glow falls softly over
| the luxurious rooms, lending softer tint
TO the cheek of beauty, a brighter light to
the eye of manhood. Books and musical
instruments are scattered through the apart
ment on marble tables. Chairs and sofas.
cushioned with embroidered satin, hold out
their arms invitingy; the walls are hung
with beautiful pictures in rich, gilded frames;
large mirrors multiply the lovely forms that
fit before them; and the delicate satin cur
tains Of faint rose color are drawn aside
from the. large oriel windows, while the
moonlight steals in and falls radiently upon
the happy group assembled there. Mr.. Lei
cester is reading the evening papers. Mrs.
Leicester is playing a game OF chess with q
dark eyed young gentleman who seems more
intent upon looking at her than the intrica-
ces of the game; and Heloise is about Civ
ing him afool's mate" the third time when
an impatient exclamation from her husband
arrested her hand.
dl .Well, Ideclare, can't pick up paper
lately but the name Of Ernest Clifford stares
| me in the face from its pages. think, Mrs