The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1858-12-08

at the earnest solicitation of Georges mother,
went to pass some weeks at her house before re-
turning to Towerville. George was still abroad,
and his mother thought it would be a good
time to return Mrs. Grey sons hospitality to
her son when he was not at home, and there
was no danger of his falling in love with a
country farmers daughter, even though that
same father was the husband of her second
cousin; and Mrs. Lawton's grandfather was a
country farmer too. ...
Now, Nellie" said Mrs. Lawton, coming
into her room one morning, II want you to look
your loveliest this evening for my soiree. There
will be most distinguished company. Count
L. is coming this afternoon-Mrs. Jay
promised to bring him with her. He only ar
rived from Germany the day before yesterday
George thought of coming with him, but he
wrote to me not to expect him positively; and
of course he is not with him, or he would have
written to me-
Mrs. Lawton's drawing room was crowded
that evening with the elite Of fashion. Nellie
was at the piano, singing, when two young men
came into the hall.
They stopped there, listening with delight to
the full, rich notes Of powerful voice, which
seemed flooding the room with melody.
.Braro" said one 81 them As the song con-
cluded. Lets see this canatrice.''
"Georgen' cried Mrs. Lawton as they came
into the room.
Of course there was rapturous meeting and
explanations of how he had written to her, but
that the latter must have been Detained; and
while he was saying all this George was look
ing at the singer. She was changed; and he
1d NOT rooo,pi1o bic oouc;r Na1lio ba
stood under the light leaning gracefully against
the piano, chatting with a group of admirers,
her blue silk dress fitting her small but beauti-
full figure to perfection, her rich and abundant
hair falling from a jeweled comb in profusion
of curls on her white, uncovered throat and
shoulders, jewels glittering on her arms and
bosom, she certainly looked most unlike the
little country lass whose hair was confined by
a hat or handkerchief and whose close kerchief
came up to her throat.
"Who is that mother-the lady in blue?'
asked George.
THAT? Oh, that's Nellie Greyson!" she re-
piled. "She is here on visit. There! Mrs.
Jay has introduced count l., already. Well
she can speak German beautiful; SO she is
about the ON ly person here to entertain him., .
Neie the accomplished singer, talking Ger
man to foreign count-Nele, who a few
years ago, was seated on the old stile, study
ing French under his kind tuition. George was
slightly bewildered; but, remembering her old
friendship for him he advanced confidently to
meet his cousin.
Nelles little spice>o of coquetry had died out.
There was no blush, no tremor in her greeting
of her cousin; the hand she placed in his was
quiet AS his own; the voice was firm. The
manner easy and gracefu !. George, the cox
comb, was disappointed.
Nellie saw her power now. 1t was long
wooing, for it was not not until poor George
was as desperately in love as she had been
herself, that Nellie gave him even so much as
a smile of encouragement. Whenever he spoke
of love, her little innocent look of surprise was
too much for him, and accustomed to have his
attentions courted, he was often on the point of
leaving her, and giving up the pursuit. Then
Nellie was belle; the bouquets, invitations to
ride, and visit the opera. and blllets doux she
accepted from other admirers, drove George
wild with jealousy. She had too. the most
provoking way of referring to the days passed
in the country, with sort of contemptuous
pity of her own silly capacity for seeing per-
tection in a man, merely from the fact that he
was town bred wore broadcloath and kid gloves
and had seen an opera; and finally, Nellie, went
home to Towerville leaving poor George hope
lessly in love with the farmers daughter.
Ii was of no use to try to forget her; George
soon found that out at last unable to bear sus-
pense any longer, he started for TowerviIle,
determined to have Eyes" or "no," in answer
to an important question: he meant to put to
the beauty. AS he drove slowly over the well
remembered roads, he passed near the old
stlle; some one was there. George fastened
his horse, and started across the fields. Yes,
there she was, seated on the old stile, actually
dressed in the gipsey hat he remembered SO well;
there she sat dreaming over old dreams, and
wondering whether she had acted wisely in not
encouraging George as her still silly heart had
prompted. There was stealthy step behind her,
and before she knew therewas any one near, a
pair of arms encircled her waist and daring kiss
was printed on her lips. 1t was of no use to
resist, Nellie was a captive; and the old stile
heard another love story that summer afternoon
and the town beau carried Nelly home in a
light cart, the only vehicle to be hired within
five miles of TowervilIe. And in little while
Nellie changed her name and home, leaving
farmer Greyson and his good dame to antlc-
pate many pleasant summers, when Nellie and
George should come 10 spend the warm months
at the farm house, and renew their chats at the
old stile
GERMAN CorToN MANUFAcTuREs.-Al letter,
of the 1th ult., from Bremen to the London
Cotton Plant says:
On the first of this year there were within
the limits of the Zolverein, embracing Bavaria,
Saxony, Prussia Baden, Wurtemberg, Hano-
yer and Oldenburg 1876 mills in operation,
running l,554,146 spindles, consuming per
year 121 900 bales of North American, and
$4,000 bales of other qualities of cotton, max
ing a total consumption of 1876, $50 bales.
1t is calculated that during the present year
there will be twelve mills, running 4G4 900
spindles, added to the above, which will con-
sumo at the least 81 900 bales of cotton of all
kinds. The whole demand thus created will
be about $4,000 bales per year.
Besides this, Switzerland and Bohemia, not
really embraced within the limits already speci-
fed, have in operation 80 miles, running
655,OoO spindles, and consuming in all about
$4,000 bales of cotton. a.
A statement just published in the Handels-
loft oio1 of 81, ~ ,l,o