Oroville daily Butte record., 1857-01-14
Omuille Dailq Dntte RetprH.
From the waverley Magazine.
THE TWO STUDENTS.
BY P0CAHONTAS.
BY P0CAHONTAS.
CHAPTER ".
ALAS the love of Womankind
How deem, how lasting, hut how bin

nalr Wild IL utdUlDuu UIOOCu SHC was
ready. Descending the stairs in great
haste, she met her father, she was pas
sing him with a mere pressure Of the
hand, but he drew her to his bosom.
My daughter looks very lovely to-
night. You are going to Ms Lees
large soree? And who is to be your
gallant? | am sorry your father can't
90 with you.
'Mr. Temple
'All right, he will take good care of
my darling Yes, my pet locks very
lovely. And so young Broadwell is to
be there. | have told him he cannot
have my daughter for a wife. Why
tremblc so, darling' are you cold :
ard he clasped her still closer to him.
yes, the lamb | have cared for 50 ten
derly, nursed so loviugly in my bosom
cannot be given to that wolf. Do not
think your father harsh or cold. Hush
darling, | know what you would say.
All you can advance in his favor is
that he is hard student | know hu-
man nature better than YOU do. | have
known Fred Broadwcll from a by;
know the dark as well as the bright
side of his character. Premise me You
will think no more about him, but try
to forget HIM
Dot kissed her fathers cheek, he
onenel his arms and she IAN down the
steps.
Dot promenaded through the splen-
did drawing rooms, 'no, he was not
there She knew John Temble could
read all her thoughts, she remembered
she had promised her father to see him
no more, but yet she noticed that she
had chatted, danced, aud sung, and
still he came not. She glanced rest
lesslv towards the door, 1t opened, and
Mr.. Broadweil was announced. How
handsome he looked standing there, as
he threw his light curls from OF his
broad white brow, and greeted the hos
tess with a low bow. Dot was lost in
admiration. John Temple touched
her arm and spoke of Il handsome draw.
ing on the wall.
yes, she replied, as she wondered
how long Fred Broa1wcll would stand
at the other end of the room coqueting
with Anna Wilbur, or leaning over the
piano while Fanny Ross played, and
only noticing her by a sligh. nod.
He does not care for me- and she
turned, determined to be interested
but after an hour of useless trying, she
placed her hand on his arm with
weary 'let us 90 home
John steadicd the little hand and led
her to the cloak room. He excused
himself moment to get his hat. Dot
felt some one else was near, but she
did not look up, a low voice whispered
in her ear, YOU have seemed very hap
nv this evening, you have laughed gai
iy and chatted cheertully.'
Why should I not have been p and
Dot dropped her eyes to hide the swell
ling tears.
[ can give no reason why you
should not have been,' replied Fred,
'but had hoped you was not
Hoped was not:'
yes, l had hoped my presence hsd
something to do with your happiness
IF my happiness depended on that,
/ fear | should not be happy long, if |
had no more OF it than | had this eve
ming
Fred knelt on one knee and helped
her draw on the tiny ouershoe, saying,
IN repronchful voice, do you suppose
l stayed from you purposely' Your
father has forbidden me 30 speak to his
child, but quick, there comes Temple.
/ must have you little time all to my
SELF and be drew her out of the bal
cony.
An hour passed before Dot returned
and when she did John Temple was
standing in the centre of the dressing
room. with her heavy shawl thrown
across his arm. There was sad look
in his eve that Dot had never noticed
before he asked no questions, said not
a word, for which Dot thanked him in
her heurt, but busted himself to pro-
tect her from the night air.
ITO RE CONTINUED.