Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1858-10-23

Lord bless me, there has been bushels Of nov
els written OH the same plot"
After hurried examination Of the room,
he regaincd his scatlod, and consuming his
lunch, set once more about his labors, little
more hopeful than before.
Thus passed week. Joe got in very i'm
prudent habit Of entering the chamber almost
daily, in hopes Of meeting the occupant of so
charming temple He became familiar with
all the books and music, whistled the canary
into cOnvulSion Of song, and drove himself
half crazy with speculation upon the fair. un-
known.
lie had heard her sing very swectly Of q
morning when she opened the window, just
caught glimpse of her form; but she, seeing
him, had withdrawn suddenly, and he had
not been able to discover whether she was
beautiful as u rose, or ugly as camel.
lie had found halftinished sonnet on the
table, several long, fine, brown hairs, appa-
rently plucked out in fit Of distracted mcdi-
tation.
Evidently, this girl was n blonde.
lie had found CATERS, of delicate c0lors and
wonderful sInallness-g gloves of corresponding
dclicacy-ahd taste and artistic dresses and
sacqueS.
What will you say, oh, my matter Of fact
and practical reader, when tell you that my
friend Joe Conway fell in love with woman
he had not ECen-one of whom he knew next
to nothing!
Quite naturally the erection of the cornice
progressed but slowly. The r-carpcn-
ter wondered ut il, but Joe assured him every
morning that would only -tako-a-d day or
two longer.
Ono Inc afternoon, Joe found lying on the
cscritoirc, an essay on music, written in the
same b. autiiul hand which he had so often
seen and admired on the margins Of the books
and the papers in tho chamber. Grown iM.
pertinent to an alarming degree, he laid down
the saw which he had unconSciOusy brought
with him, and pcruscd the essay carefully.
1t was well written and powerful, but there
was an error in the philosophy. 1t would be
dull for me to explain here tue mistake which
Joe saw ut 0nce-it is enough that the fair
writer had confused the laws which govern
melody and harmony, and Joe dcvouty wish
cd an opportunity to point out the error to
be lcit with the essay, when the door opened,
ana his dceSSc iMcOnhUe cntcrrd!
Figure tO yourself II young girl-Say of
nineteen or twcnty-whOse every line and
contour spoke Of grace and hcalth-whOSc
prach'tlntrd checks, bright eyes, and lips like
the inner fold OF some tropic shell, told Of vi
vacity, freshness and purity. Her hair was
OF the peculiar pale brown-almost u wood
color-which may perhaps bc best described
as mingling of ashy aDd golden tints, and
fell in tangled maSscs-halt ringlets, half dis
Ortlcr--on each side Of neck white and deli
cate aS the petals OF tho eamClia.
She did not scream when she saw the car
pcntcr sitting cOolly in her armchair, making
himself percctly at home. She only OPEN
cd her large gray eyes, hcsitated mo-
ment, and said:
"Wel, sir! with an accent between sur
prise and disdain.
doc rose and bowed politely.
What do you wish, sirr"
doc was sumewhat put tU his trumps.
" wished to sue what kind Of u iairy in.
habitcd SO delightful domalnf"
Truly, nice speech Tor ajourncyman car
pcntcr 10 make TO Commodore lulEington's
only daughter.
Possibly, you aro not aware that you are
intruding, sir You will Oblige inc by de-
parting"
Certainly" said Joe,. now in full enjoy
mcnt of the romance Of the thing, certainly
will 80, but you must pardon inc one thing
Il wish to explain little question on which
you have doubts. Harmony in music appeals
to tho intellectual or reasoning portion Of the
soul-mclody to the passions and feelings"
The young girl looked little alarmed, and
drew back u step or two.
mo! ~ said Joe, divining. her thoughts, al
am not insane. In your essay on music, you
say that education retines and intensiiies our
perceptions Of melody" You should have
said harmony for that rules the brain, which
organ is susceptible to the influence of educa.
ton. Melody is lord Of the heart alone, and
you, mademOiselle, ought to be we'll aware
that the heart cannot be taught, either in
music or love |"
Miss Huntington was astonished.
"Sir," said she, ~ do not know what to
make Of your conduct You are very impru.
dent, and very-very-"
" "Audacious! Yes, l acknowledge that"
interrupted Joe, but you must pardon me.
first entered your room to place some pa
pers in safety, which the wind was about to
blow out Of the window. Once inside, the air
Of elegance and refinement exhibited here at
tracted me. Doubtless, you have noticed that
ones surroundings become pcrmcatcd, as it
were, with something of ones sphcrc-so, in
your room, | experienced an emotion Of pleas
urea consciousness Of tho presence OF some
invisible hut charming spirit and made
bold to enter often, believing that, if you
knew my motives, you would forgive me-"
Theyouns lady was beginning to feel pleas
cd. All women like admiration, even from
their (so'callcd intcriorsO if it is delcatcy en-
pressed.
Their conversation proceeded. Joe proved
to the lair cssayist that she was in error, and
aStonshcd her by tho depth Of his thought
the variety OF his knowledge, and the elegance
ot his diction.
On leaving, he held out his hand-almost
MS soft and ~Aite rs her Own-and she, sitting
the last traces ofa false prejudice, gave it a
cordial pressure.
"Io1 have not worked long at your trade 2"
she said.
"Since my boyhood," unbluShingly an
Swered Joe, "but-" added he, gancing at his
handS-"l have generally done the nicer kinds
Of work--jOinery and the like"
This excuse passed very well with woman
who had never had the honor Of the acQuaint.
anco OF II mechanic before.
The next day, when Joe heard tho window
open, he presented himself, aud after cxchang.
ing salutatiOns, the twain again fell into a dis
cuSsiOn, which became 50 earnest that Joe
was compelled once more to enter the room.
Alas, for the progression Of tho new cor
nice!