The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-07-15

OH, leaving me uncovered and staring af-
ter her.
Hero was an adventure! Something
delightful and romantic. Who could she
bes Addressing me as Mr. Jackson, too.
There is one comfort was quite GER
tain Of meeting her again. This fact
Rugged to my heart. And was there ever
anybody so beautiful, with such eyes, such
lips, such roses, such figurel Ny heart
was fairly cleft in twain | could only
think of the vision / had met. / could
do nothing but recall her words. l walk
ed on air. There was nectar in my veins.
| planned it all. Twas to grow moro and
more in love, and inspire her with the
flame; my visit would be prolonged, and
every hour was to be passed in her glori-
Gus presence. My rapture would be be-
you'd belief. Then I would propose, and
receive the trembling, Yes. then l would
taste the unspeakable sweetness of her
lips; then our moonlight walks, our sails
upon the lake, our forest rambles; then
then I tripped over vine, and pitched
sprawling into the dust!
"Confound it" said I, scrambhng to
my feet and limping away, '.just my luck
| brushed the dust from my clothes with
the air of an injured man and resumed my
journey, planting each step firmly upon
the ground, and with unaccountahle sud
nenness feeling disgust for damp moon
light walks, and such romantic fol de rol.
By the time | reached my friends ..my
spirits were up again, however, and at tea
l gave them oil glowing account ofmy
adventure.
at must have been Alice Clare" said
Mary Woodward. l was delighted
Alice Glare sounded deliciously. l had
vaguelyhpprehend that it might be Brown.
Alice Glare was certainly pretty name.
/ kept repeating Alice Glare to myself
continually. Later in the evening, when
we were all on the piazzs, got little
drowsy dreaming of Alice Clare all the
WHILE aud somebody whispered sud-
den word in my ear. I sprang to my
feet shouting out her name at the top of
my voice, to the astonishment of everybo-
dy. In an instant l became aware of
what l had done, and sat down hastily,
feeling and no doubt looking, excessively
foolish.
"You mustn't fall in love with Alice
Clare" said Mr.. Woodward, good-humor-
eddy. "She is
ooh, papa" broke in Mary, laughing
and running up to Mr.. Woodward, "don't
say anything, please don't"
And then reckoning to her sister, off she
scampered, laughing gleefully all the
while. | felt uncomfortably certain that
al their laughter was at me, but as they
returned presently, looking very demure,
l soon forgot oil about it.
The next day, Alice Glare came gal
Looping up to the house-upon this occa-
sion her fine form superbly set off in ri
ding habit, and her thick curls gathered
up under dashing, jauntly-disposed ri
ding-hat. When she entered the house,
and Mary was about presenting me to
her, | distinctly saw an exchange of sig
nails between them, l wondered what it
meant, and then wisely reccollecting how
proverbially young girls are full OF secrets
that are no secrets, magnanimously over
looked it.
"Alice, Mr.. Jackson9" said Mary de-
murely.
] bowed. l have very perfect bow,
I am sure. Yet when l lifted my head,
the tittering which both Miss Glare and
Miss Woodward were endeayoring to
Suppress, surprised me. saw no good
cause for it.
The interview was quite lively and
spirited one, but it threatened to be fear
fully short, until my proposal to return
with her, after moments hesitation, was
accepted. Mr.. Woodward ordered
horse saddled for me, and in less than
half an hour we rode away together. 1t
was delightful, this riding through shady
lanes by the side of this exquisite creature.
My heart beat: my blood tingled; my
head swan around.
/ determined to make an expression.---
I opened the conversation in an exceeding
ly brilliant manner. | said great many
very original and striking things; 1 re-
marked that never knew a more lovely
evening; that | should think the sun to be
an hour high; that the lake was very
pretty lake that a scamper over the heath,
like the one we were enjoying, was a
great treat to New Yorker there my
horse SHE'D, and lost my stirrup:) that
fishing was the pursuit Of philosopher;
that l wondered she didn't come to New
York, where her charms would be appre-
ciated; did she like music? who could
help liking musica was she fond Of poe
try DID she prefer Byron or Moorea-
Wasn't Tennyson exquisite l-and 80 on
for mortal hour. She said many sweet
things in reply, and bade me good even
ing when left, with the most enhancing
smile | ever saw or smarted under.
1t is wonderful how an acquaintance
ripens in the country. What with rides
sails, pic-nics with the Woodwards to one
of the Lake Islands, walks, &C., knew
Alice Glare as well in three days as |
would have done in half year in town.
I was most infatigable in my attempts
to please. / gathered bouquets for her
every morning, and rode over to present
them; / composed sonnet to her beauty;
whispered in her ear the finest compli-
ments | could frame; I evineed in every
possible way my admiration of her per-
son and her qualifications. I did not
quito ike the feS de JOE Of glances that
was continually let OFF both by her and her