True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-09-09

chiefs, "that Mr.. Simmons has an antipa-
thy to any peculiar perfume Some peo-
pie. have, you know, and it would be ex-
cessively awkward if this rose should
happen 10 be his pet horror"
30, pour away !'' replied |, careless.
ly. "That will never odel.d him or any
other person."
"Do you suppose he has blue eyes :"
asked Louise, for the thirteenth time,
since breakfast, and l replied, for the
twelfth
Il hope not, for shall give him up to
you, if that is the case. The reign of
blue eyes is over with me, and that of
hazel is just commencing"
"But Frank has blue eyes. How are
you going to get over that? Poor Frank!
wonder what he would think if he
should see us now -
"People who live in glass houses
mustn't throw stones, Louise" said |,
ra ther abruptly, for the allusion 10 my
lover touched me little, "and you arc
certainly as bad as l. AS for Frank and
Edward, they have probably made love
to every pretty girl they have met, and
it is only fair that we should have our
turn. Besides, it will all be we'll enough
in the end. If neither of us can entrap
the poet. we can return quietly to school
and say nothing about him to them"
"Where ignorance is bliss, it's folly to
be wise," said Louise, archly, as she lean
ed from the window 10 watch the arrival
of the stage.
1t now lacked only five minutes of
twelve, and they would soon be with US
Louise's toilet was completed, but my
things always have strange propensity
for disappearing just when | need them
most and | was then engaged in a search
after lost slipper, whose mate already
rested upon my foot.
AS l gazed, now under the wardrobe
and then upon Louise, at the window, the
old story of Blue Beard came into my
mind, and our respective positions re.
minded me of the unhappy lady who
sends her sister from the tower to watch
for the arrival of their brothers, while she
begs for little delay from her cruel hus-
band below. In spite of my hurry and
and vexation, l stopped for a moment.
and burst into hearty laugh. Louise
did not even hear me, she was gazing so
earnestly from the window.
"Sister Annie, do you see anything :"
said /, in the words of the tale,
She looked round with flushed cheeks,
and at that moment l heard the roll of
wheels. THE stage had stopped at our
gate.
"Good gracious Haven't you found
that slipper yet!" said Louise, exctedly.
"Do make haste They have come at
last, for l Can hear Fred laughing be.
low.
"Run down, Louise" said l nervous
ly, "and be introduced to him first. |
never shall find it, if any one is waiting
for me. Go down and | will come in a
moment, there's dear !"
"But wanted to meet him with you.
1t would be so much nicer. Pray, put on
some other slippers, and come now."
"No. Those blue satin ones are the
only ones that match this dress, and III
have them if / hunt here all the afternoon.
There is Fred calling us. Go and sec
him and his friend, and I'll be there in a
moment"
Fred called again, and she glided from
the room,
The slipper for which had been hunt.
ing lay directly under the chair she .hat
occupied. No wonder could not fine
it!
l soon clasped its buckle, and stole tc
the head Of the stairs. The poet and my
brother had entered the parlor. I,heart
Fred's deep voice, now and then, and
Louise's happy laugh in reply. And yet
| fancied her mirth seemed forced ant
unnatural. Was it only fancy, or hat
the poet turned coldly from her ! Thai
could not be, for Louise was bright
/, eyed fairy, with an arch, mischievou'
face. that would turn the brain of Alex
: ander Smith himself, and winning kint
, of manner, that seemed TO say, "Gve m,
! your heart, sir !" to every unlucky wigh
who entered her magic circle. In justice
to my friend, l must say that the abov'
demand was usually complied with. All
surrounded TO her, at discretion how
then, could it be that the heart of Harri
SON Simmons, combustible as it must o
: necessity be, could Withstand her witch
$ cry Z?
| passed down the stairs, endeavorins
( TO solve this problem, when my attention
S was diverted by a sudden litter behinc
t me, and turning, saw Sally, shaking
with repressed merriment.
0 sis dinner ready :" askedI.
D 40, yes, indeed
"What are you laughing at | don
believe you are sober one moment from
f the time you get up till you 60 to bed
gain"
0 30, Lordy, Miss Don't ask me
s Go in there, and see for yourself. It.
as good as the Arabian Nights"
And with her apron thrown over he
head, Sally ran into The kitchen, and CAV