The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1857-09-09

he played with surprising advantage, was
the name of another city cousin, defence
that surprised, while it was counter at
tack that disconnected her.
My pretty cousin had failed. In hel
endeavors to subdue the heart of her cousin
she had forgot to guard her own, nor did
she know that it was already in the posses
sion of another. She was cross. Sht
could hardly bear that he should be in hel
presence, and was unhappy when he wa:
out ofsight. If he was pleasant or laugh
ed, he was ridiculing her unhappiness and
rejoicing over her discontinue. If hs
was sad and SOBER he was thinking of the
hated cousin he left behind in the city.
"My dear cousin, you cannot imagine
with what feelings of pleasure shall pre-
sent your beautiful cousin to you She
is such divine creature" exclaimed he
one day after dwelling, unusually long
upon her beauty and learning. She is
perfection p
Clara pouted and picked the leaves o.
rose he had just plucked for her, and
crushed them with her foot.
"Yoaw.ll be deli gifted to see her, she is
so kind and gentle. 1t will be impossible
to be near her and not like her.
"And do you like her cousin Harry?'
asked she in low, hesitating voice as il
afraid to ask what might be unpleasan,
L to her.
"Like her!-we love her-everybody
does.n
The rose was suddenly dashed on the
floor her indignant foot stamped upan it,
and she arose and hastily walked to the
window. a
/ Why coz, what ails thee?" said Harry,
without rising, as he swung chair care
lessly round one leg, while he commenced
whistling lively air.
She was leaning against the side of the
window with her forehead pressed against
the glass she did not answer. Nothing is
more calling to woman, than to hear
the praises of rival from the lips of one
she loves. Clara was piqued, she was of.
fended, angry. She could hardly bear her
feelings for she pictured her happy cousin
basking in the same sunshine of his love
aud then she thought of herself neglected
and unloved. and her breast heaved with
feelings she ill could bear.
as my cousin unwell 7"
She is silent. e--- -
"Bless me you have not forgotten the
use of that tongue that used to wag SO
gaily"
No answer. sa
Harry rose and walked to the window.
He gently pulled the hand that supported
her head from her face. She was wee
ping.
The day after, he departed for New
York. SA4l
His horse was at the door, his foot wa,
in the stirrup, aud he had thrice bid good
by to his friends, but he fingered, for theil
ought to be another among them. He
scanned their faces, he watched every win
/ d w; she was not there. Once more ht
to k leave, and stopped again to see i
Cir was there. He turned, disappoin
ted, and laid his hand on the saddle. A
hand touched his shoulders, and low
voice whispered, "Cousin Harry, gooe
byel"
H. turned and met the gaze of Clara
She was pale She he'd her hand to him
and he drew her to him, and pressed hi
! lips to hers. There was perhaps to,
much warmth in that kiss, that mingled
its FIRE with the pallor Of her cheek. Or
was it that his hand held hers too closel,
locked?
"Good bye, my sweet cousin, said he
gaily, as he vaulted into the saddle. Re
member my promise Of coming again thi
fall with your cousin Julia, whom Intent
that you shall be SO delighted with tina
you will not care to part with her. An,
1 give you warning, take care lest you ar
taken by surprise; she carries all befor
her.
II will not promise to Ike her, Harry,
! said she.
We will not say what image was eve
present to her mind until he returned, be
cause the reader already knows. Meth
er do we like to speculate upon the stat
of Harry's heart We don't know muc
about this city cousin yet, it appear
that he is very fond of talking about her
and that is not proof positive that be is i
love with her. People do not talk mos
of those they love. Ny pretty cousin
beauty certainly had struck him at FIRST
he was pleased with her lively humor an
wit; he felt the influence of her eyes; bu
he was determined to curb that prou
spirit that marred all her better qualities
and exterminate her pretty passion 70
Icoquetry.
i She had failed once in her long caree
of warning against hearts. 1t was sig
nal defeat. Was it her fault? Was sh
growing oldi The thought paled her cheek
She few to the glass. Mol This face
as fresh as ever; these eyes are as brigh,
this neck as white; this bust as full an
rounded; this waist as taper, and this forI
had lost none of its fullness.
| "She, who is sheS this Phoenix, thi
divinity. Some olty Miss with enoug