The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1858-01-08

oail to'Hignt, IL IL COST me my lie.
Mabel has triumphed over me once,
she shall not do 1T the second time
Besides there is really no danger;
| feel wild with spirits tonight, and
anticipate a most brilliant evening";
and che clasped the pearl pendants
in her small ears, and the light fleecy
dress fell in soft folds about her prac
eful person, and upon her fair arm
lplaced his gilt, and taking in hei
hand r.ch boquet, every flower O
which'whispered hopes to her yoou.
heart, she held mp her cheek, with
a bewitching smile and said
snow kiss me, mamma, and say
that you are proud OF Elise"
And, now, j Jssnnet, with officious
care, draws the rich opera cloak
about her shoulders, and with a
thousand charges from mamma ito
be ware of the draughts, partake
sparingly Of ice, and not weary her.
self with dancing" the carriage
wheels roll away from the door,
freighted with their lovely bur.
den.
ELISE dew augh herel" said a tall
'queenly girl, attired in black velvet;
and she curled her lip with ill.con.
cealed vexation. 81 thought her
dying or near it," and as Elise gill
ded gracefully in the dance, every
eye following, her. and every tongue
eloquent in praise. Mabel's cheek
paled with anger.
How radiant she is! how dazzling!
sickness has but enhanced her beau.
ty; and how proudly Vivian bears
her through The waltz! every step
they take is on my heart strings!--
This must not be, shall not bel
Courage, coward heart!' and mas.
tering her feelings with a strong ex.
ercise of will, soon brought the rose
to cheek, her eye grew widely bril-.
liant, and, had not Vivian been
magnetizap past aecall, his eye woul
have been caught by the dazzling
vision.
All eyes we're fixed upon the rival
bellies, and amid the voluptuous
swell of music, the flashing of lights
the overpowerig sweetness Of myriad
flowers, and the whirling motion of
the dance, every bra and heart,
were dizzy with excitement.
Heavens! that is no. Elise de
Waugh said nephew of DR.. Wy.
mans. What mad folly! My uncle
told me il che came it would be at
the price Of her life. How surpas.
singly beautiful she isr
Still on and on they viii led! till
the stars grew pyle, and the sweet
bowers dropped in the heatcal.atmo-
sphere.
Not sleep till morn, when youth and pleas
To chase the glowing hours with aying feet"
What unearthly beauty!' said an
old gentleman o n youth, upon
whose arm he was leaning, as Elise
glided past. who is she?'
Elise de Vaughn, said the young
man mechanically, his eyes rivited
to that figure.
DO you know what you are say.
ing said he, tapping him gently on
the arm.
Yes, Elise de Vauhghn.'
We'll, why do you look at her so
wildly2 Has Cupid aimed a dart at
you out of those lovely blue eyes.'
Good God!' said the young man.
leaping forward, as apiercing shrek
came upon the air. Make room!
help! throw up tho windows!'--and
Elise was borne past, gasping,
senseless, to the cool air.
Aye, Vivian! keep at her side,
chafe the little jeweled hands, put
back the soft hair from the azure
veined temples, press the pulscless
wrist, listen for that beating heart
in vain! Elise is dead!
And in the arms ofhim fer whom
she has thrown away her young life,
she was borne to her home. The
diamoned sparkled mockingly on
her clay cold fingers, the pearls still
lingering amid her soft ringlets, the
round, symmetrical limbs, still fair
In their beautiful proportions. The
heart she coveted was gained-the
dear bought victory won.