The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-01-10
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| with me there, and III promise you 3
release from your blue tormentors for
one evening at least.
"A party exclaimed Louis, shrug-
ring his shoulders. That's worse and
worse y
1T isn't like an ordinary party per-
sisted his friend, where you 60 to be
stlfled in a crowd, and cram yourself
with delicacies. 1t is au unceremonious
assemblage of agreeable people, draws
together by desire to meet each other
in part, but / must confess, the most
powerful magnet is Biglow's niece-the
loveliest creature you ever bebeld.
"A BELLE sneered Meredith de
test the whole tribe of empty headed
coquettes.'
IT'S plain you havne't seen the belle
of Montford, rejoined Irving. You've
read Blanca, haven't you !"
Yes, have, and it surely was glo-
rious work
well, our belle wrote that
Indeed = said Meredith, with a
start, and look of animation that made
his fine but impassive features doubly
beautiful then, relapsing into his old
manner, he said, A belle From all
ink bedaubcd danes, good Lord deliver
usn
Il see you arc determined not to be
pleased with anything said his COM
panion. But III defy you to resist
our belle and blue, if yeu but see her.
Will you 90 to the party or not Say
YES or no, Louis, fer must dismiss You
rather uncercmoniously, as l have a
+ business engagement at four, and it lacks
, only a quarter of that hour
Yes, them yawned Louis, as he
slowly sauntersd of.
Mrs Biglow's splendid parlors were
blaze OF light as the two gentlemen en-
tered, that evening, and paid their re
spects to their hostess. At little dis
tance from her stood young and queen
ly looking girl, talking gaily with knot
of gentlemen; she was richly attired,
and her robe of rose colored silk COR
trastcd well with her clear olive COM
plexion. She did not observe the new
comers till they had joined the group
around her; then, with easy elegance,
she welcomed Mr.. Irving, and bowed
with much grace to Mr. Meredith on his
introduction to Miss Lancaster.
For once Louis Meredith was startled
! out of his usual apathy. Beatrice ,
Q trsmbled on his lips, for it was she,
more lovely, if possible, than when hs
had seen her FIVE years before. Gould
d it be that she was the author of that
). wonderful book that had thrilled the
hearts of nation? He could hardly
a believe the evidence Of his own senses,
n and, bewildered by his emotions, ha
stood speechless for few moments. -
\ Then recovering himself, he was again
+ tho polished man Of the world
"a Beatrice, neither by word nor look
~ BETRAYED her recollection of bim, AMI no
=, did not venture to recall the past. Sho
IF treated him with easy polltensss, aud he
half vexe1 with the power she had over
a him. vet unable to resist her fascina-
~ ton was as c0DStdut du atteuuaus NPJA
: her as her shadow during the whole
evening
y His friend rallied him on his surrender
to the belle and the blue, and Lonis
, said but little in reply, but from that
Q time he was a constant visitor at Mrs.
Bigelow's, where Beatrice, since the
death of her mother, had resided With
= Mrs. Bigelow he soon became lavoritc
t but Beatrice though stddiously polite,
c was equally cold, yet, Notwithstanding
d all her coldnsss, Louis was more madly
d in love with her than ever.
Week after week he fingered in Mont
! ford, and at every opportunity he was at
| her side. She appeared utterly uncon-
y scous of his devotion, and by her manner
c eiTcctually prevented his utterins amy
N expressions of affection. He lcDged Co.,
At yet dared not learn his fate, aui ia al
formations between hope aud fea. passed
10 his time.
l. At last he could not bca, lt auy
is longer; he resolved to know ths worst,
o and went Que afternoon to sec be-, wlIl