The Winchester weekly appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-07-26

my, where painting, on which he had
spent much time and enthusiasm, was
being exhibited. There was present one
of the first artists of his country, who,
pausing before Randol ph's picture bestow.
ed upon it some warm praise, and then
criticised it with terrible severity. Sophie
attentively watched the face Of her lover;
aushes passed over his brow, his lips were
compressed, but he silently drank in ev.
cry word Of the artist. When the ordeal
was passed, he left her side, went up to
the judge, gracefully introduced himself,
and expressed his gratitude, with frank
and unmistakable earnestness, for the
valuable though painful lesson. Sophie
is not given to weeping, but when Ran
dolph rejoined her, she was actually in
tears. She pledged him her dear little
hand that very night. There's a true
woman for you!
Sophie left for her home soon after
| saw, almost as soon as we met,
that she loved; that woman's destiny had
hoated out OF heaven, and hung over her
life cloud of purple and gold. Oh, rea.
der mine, you should have seen some Of
their letters! They were tender, delicate,
impassioncd-Aowers, music, painting,
poetry, love! There was one thing no.
ticed-Sophie had evidently not shown
her lover the playful, girlish side of her
character. Woman, when first in love,
seldom deals in perSjCage. She really
makes a serious, solemn matter Of that
which is, at best, but Divine Comedy
A few months Of the engagement had
passed, when a sister Of Randolph's Wis .
tied Philadelphia. He, the adopted of a
childless uncle, had not seen her for sew.
eral years; meanwhile, she had como dam
cling up from childhood, and was now just
posing herself on the threshold Of six.
teen; wild, spirited, beautiful brunette.
Randolph tried in vain to tame her-she
would play tricks, tell anecdotes, and
laugh aloud, and her Mentor ended at
last by falling in with her shocking, en-
chanting ways.
Our hero had never written to Sophie
Of his sister Kate, but he soon told the lat
ter all about Sophie. He enlarged much
on the confidence of his lady love.
"Don't you think it strange" said he,
"that she never expresses doubt Of my
fidelity, though she knows that in walk
ing Chestnut Street | daily meet bellies
and beauties, who would not care to look
farther than-the brother Of so fine a girl
as you, Kate?"
"Ah, but has that modest brother Of
mine ever as much as intimated to her his
knowledge Of the existence Of those dan
gerous creatures?-that's the question:
"Why, no, Kate
"Then she has not the shadow of q
cause for distrust; give her hook to hans
a doubt upon, and she'll--all the girls
are alike, Ran"
Just then she caught glimpse of heI
radiant, roguish face, in the glass oppo
site, and clapping her hands in ecstacy
cried
81 have it!--you say that she does no
know that Providence had blessed yor
with sister Kate ust write her des
cription of me! Don't go so far as tt
pretend you are in love, but tell her al
about the lively life we live as master anc
pupil; and if she doesn't fly into beauti
full passion of jealousy-if your ange
don't show the woman, Ill-be a gooC
girl for whole fortnight"
Well, they put their wicked heads to
gether, and the next mail bore Sophie
Norton the following from her faithful
lover:
Ny DEAR SopHIA-Your sweet lette
has looked me reproachfully in the fac'
every time have opened my oscritoir 70
several days. have no excuse to olie
for my silence that will satisfy myself
so it might not you. But you will fine
one for me in your heart-won't you
dearest? | shall make haste to tell you
of a charming new pupil of mine; frs
promising that you will not be Jealous
there is nothing in the world so disagree
able as jealous woman. You reall,
should see "our Kate" for so every ont
calls her. She is the most amusing it'll
melange Of the artless impulses, careles