Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1858-01-16
THE MAID OF ROCK CREEK,
ROMANCE OF THE HlrALUTIA ORDER.

silver beams Of Luna, which strup
gled down through the branches 8
, the trees revealed a scene Of tran
scendental beauty. Upon an an
cient stump which had craved the
;; tempests of an hundred winters
: sitting in al attitude Of graceful re-
pose, was an angoliferous maiden
just. blooming into sunny woman:
hood. She was radiantly and peer,
lessly beautiful. Webster hid $
his ignomlnious head in the dust in
the vain attempt to furnish words
! descriptive Of her loveliness. Grace
ful as d duck, wild as a hawk, pen
sivo as a setting hen, with her rich
curls Of towcolored gold streaming
over her shoulders to the ground,
Like some swamp angel she sat,
While the moonbeams rested like
a halo upon her elegant head
Sorrow, ,and the mullen stalks which
grew around her, cast deep shad-
ows over herunrivaled countenance
and the night wind, as it kissed her
magnifi ficent cheek, bore to her de-
delighted olfactories the fragrant
breath Of elder blows. Her knitting
work lay idle in her lap. Her eyes,
which shamed tile lightning bugs,
were bepooZled with diamond tears.
She was listening with al, air Of
sorrpwtul distraction to the passion
ate pleadings Of a noble youth who
/ knelt at her feet. Never moonlight.
| fell on more glorious intellectual
countenance than that :upturned to
the maiden's enamored gaze. Never
yielded mother earth to finer form
than that which pressed the dande-
lion bank at Seraphina;s feet. His
features were such as Nebuchad-
nezzar or Apollo might have en-
We'd. - =''ss"5 ~ - s@ H1f
His dark, piercing eyes were like
the waters Of his own Rock Greek
for depth and cleal'ness, and were
brilliant mirrors in which the truth
and veracity Of his .god-like sonl
were reflected, From his brow Of
vast and ponderous proportions, the
svmpathizing breeze swept back
long hyacinthine locks, whose hue
in the shade was deep raven
blackness, but when the light. fell
upon it, it rese,nbled d muddy pool
when the sunbea1ns strike it aslant.
His hands were clasped in the
attitude of despair. He spoke, and
his tones were deep and mournful
as a challnt 1T a funeral Of a mar
tyred bull-frog at Rock Creek dam.
90, fairy queen Of heavens! Pure
dove of the moonshiny sky! Trans
lucent light Of my benighted eyes
Cherished and beloved my hearts
core! How canst thou doubt my
iove2 Dost thou doubt that. the
cabbage loves the genial rain g.
Dost thou doubt that the chicken
loves the dough-dish? Then doubt:|
my love for thee !! All ! love is but
q feeble word to express the passion
that consumes my vitals. Be mine, |
adorable one, else I die.'' u.
" Rudolphus,'' she, murmured,
ut can not be. The mandate Of
my vengeful father and the: decree.
of fate must be obeyed," and her
voice was melodious, as the tinklel
Of fractured cow-be]ls far away |
down the Scipio road. and low and |
sad as the last moan OF a dying
pollywog. '.~ IL. .,:
" ''Talk not of obedience, thon1
beautiful and cruel one!" he yelled
in q voice of speechless Agony
20, canst thou sit in thy cold maj
esty, like a frozen sausage, and see
my aching heart go to smash before
thine eyes, for a mistaken sense of
duty? See" and his voice died
away, to- q sad wall, like the howl
Of q broken-backed 1nastiH, as he
dashed from the mullen leaves near
him a drop of pearl dew. "'See,
Night herself sweeps with me and
the cruelty.''s@ @i's:s 1 +
The maiden was appalled, at the
sight Of his anguish. The crimson
tine which dyed her cheek like q
red hollyhock, cut stick and left ii
whittier than q cotton ,pillow-case.
She arose from her seat, dazzling
n i, h herr resplelnd(l'e,nt nd(l'e,n beauty as . bright