Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-08-11
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BALL R0OM VS.. BAR ROOM.

Louise Philips W2s the belle Of the ball
room. True ii was only rustic ball, and
Louise was lpt a rustic belle; yet the
gas light seldom falls on brighItr eyes c.
roster checks than were gathered at the
simple village dance; and VIC venture to
say, DO city belle ever swaycd more un-
disputed sceptre. No princess, robed in
purple ever wore her honors with a
qucenlier grace. Two grown up brothers
were never prouder than when their hand
some sister vouchsafeC to them her hand
/ for dance or promenade gallant cou-
SINS laid all possible emphasis on their
/ kin ship, and all who were bold enough,
strove for a footing within the fairy circle
Of her smiles, while many stood without,
content to worship even at distance. -
And there were (this is no fction) red
/ lips that never poutcd, and fair brows
! that never frowned, when lovers and
brothers joined in praise Of the dark-eyed
beauty The wonder WAS, that Louise
had not been spoiled. Some did say She
was ii~ht and vain. Perhaps it was true.
She had certainly spent "A whole hour be-
/ fore her mirror that night; she had brush
ed and smoothed the wayward tresses,
riaited them into broad Lraids and wound
them about her head in more than one
witchin@ fashion, stopping now and then
TO try the effect, while little Maggie,
smiIingly, held the extra glass for a bet
ter view. Maggie said, ii looked we'll
enough - PLENTY well enough; but the
! fastidous beauty had not learned TO let
we'll enough alone; 50, twisting her pref
ty features into an astonishing grimace,
She pulled them all out, tossed the brown
locks all over her shoulders, then quickly
dividing them, she chattered on, the while
her lily fingers played hide and seek
among the ripping mass.
Il like myself best in curls after all
don't you, SIS? And YOU know, | fancy,
/ it is a sort of ingratimde not to wear them
when my hair was made on purpose. -
There, must clip that one, and let it fall
over my cheek triGe SO Now, the
buds, Maggie. Aren't they pretty? =
Would you wear them this side? Try
the other; no, little higher up. Yes,
that's right -H'the perfection Of unstudied
grace, ma am" as Mr.. Benton says. Now
my spencer -"
And she tucked her pcarly shoulders
into the delicate muslin, knoltcd the sash
coquct,ishIy around the waist, and then
with Maggie's hand IN hers, danced
lightly down stairs to give mamma a good
look at her pretty self, before she was
cleaked and hooded for the ride.
Shall DO, mamma" 2" was her blush
ing question, dropping u courtesy as she
presented herself for Inspection \ proud
smile was the only answer, as the good
lady wrapped the cloak closely around
her daughters form, and bade her mo
stay very late"
Eyes, I'll come home as early as can
and Maggy will have both sides q th'
bed warm, especially mine - wont yo'
SIS Good night"
Good night, Loo" aud Maggy pu
up her cherry lips for kiss, laying one
hand against her sisters cheek while viii
the other she silly drew one of the GLOSSY
ringlets all out Of cuH between her plumI
, fingers.
: "See, what you have done, Oh, Magg
thy name is mischief. My pet curl, too :.
: Yes, ma'am, / know it," was the de
. mure reply; 81 dId ii for thy good. The
is getting too proud
"Ah, ha - laughed Louise, as sh
baniohed the unlucky curl 10 an obscur