Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-02-24
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For the Spirit Of the Age.
IDA LIZ VADA.
ny MINNIE z. RAY.

before he knew il, so hidden was it BY the
beautiful shrubs, trees and flowers that
lined ia banks. II was late in the after
noon on . fine spring day, that a light ca
noe might have been seen gliding swiftly
over the waves, which were then crimson
ed by tho rosy s~uffnsion of the west. The
sun was fast retreatiDg, as the merry party
left the boat and made their way toward
their village homes.
"What 4 beautiful sunset" exclaimed a
fair girl Of apparently eighteen summers.
"Can anything be more beautiful See
yon hazy mist as it slowly wells that tow
cring mountain now see how swift the
change /; it has become a monument, pale
and cold, and is bathed in a flood of burn
ing gold. The young girl raised her eyes
and encountered the full, earnest gaze of
one Of the party, DIR. Lester, fixed upon her.
Her eyes fell beneath his admiring glance,
and she relasped into silence.
must now give a description of my hero
and heroine. Willie Lester was a young
man Of high moral character, and superior
intellect. He had been residing in Wood
vile for a few months previous to the open
ing Of our story, and was even then a gen
eral ~fayorite. His known wealth, perhaps
influenced some in their estimate of him
but be that as it may, he was looked upon
by all, rs one who would, in time, sway
the popular feeling in and around his vii
lage home. Ida lie Vada was an only
daughter, and her mother was a poor Wild
ow. During her fathers lifetime they had
lived in regal magnifcence; but at his
death it was found that his immense prop
erty barely suficed to pay his debts, and
his widow gave up her splendid home, and
with her Ida, who was then about fourteen
years Of age, came to Woodville, and for a
small sum obtained the little cottage they
then resided in. The rustic cottage, under
the care Of the enthusiastic and poetical
Ida, had become a perfect little paradise.
Honeysuckles, woodbinc and jessamines
cIambered over the rough walls Of "Wood-
bine Bower" as she had fancifully desig-
mated Il. Mounds Of Violets, Hearts Eases
and Geraniums adorned the little plat of
ground in front and a cool, clear brook
and spring bubbled and sparkled beneath
the arms Of the outrageous oak that over
Swallowed its limpid waters. During her
fathers life time, she had been kept at the
best of schools, and so earnest was she in
neT enuedNOIb W NllOCk liz luJollC CdUI-
net Of learning, that even at that early age,
she had a much better education than
many Of maturer years.
Just here, let me introduce to your no.
tice, Miss Roselle Linwood. Reclining on
an ottoman in a gorgeously furnished apart
ment in the most aristocratic looking house
in Woodyille, is Roselle Linwood. She il
all alone; and we will take aglance arounc
the room. There are large rocking chairs
that almost bury a person in their sof
cushions splendid e%xotics, whose fragranc
fills the air with their perfume; large an
handsome mirrors adorn the walls, an,
every thing bctokened wealth and comfor
Here in this beautiful dwelling, it seem
that a Peri might live in happiness. Blu
let us glance at the occupant. A smile
on her countenance, and she seems to |
thinking of something very pleasant. A
open letter is in her hand, and ever an
anon she chances at its contents. She
very beautiful! her hair is as black as mio
night, and her high proud forehead is iii
the driven snow /; her eyes are large, al
burn like "prisoned stars" She is beaut
full yet there is something that repels.
A ring at the door, and the servant el
tiers and announces DIR. Lester. Arisir
from her reclining position, she familiar
saluted him as Cousin Willie, and gal
called him to her side. After engaging
q lively conversation on the common top
of the day, she suddenly exclaimed, whe
did you go yesterday afternoon, Cous
Williel Have you a very sick patient tn
hurried you of, and kept you away so Ion
She reiterated her question ere he appe,
edto notice it, and then in confused way
answered, ooh! no, Roselle, | had no !
tient, but there was a little sailing party
hand, and for the fun Of it, / went wi
them"
who were they 7 What ladies, / meal
'There were, let me see-Miss Ildee
st. Auburn, Lille Grange, and Ida lie \
da. Miss lie Vada | have met for the f
time, vet somehow | cannot help feelin,
strange interest in her. She is not beal
ful, yet there is something about her p
fectly charming. Such an utter absence
all affectation, such innocence.anG pun
combined. Yesterday evening, as we W
returning home, something occurred to
her out, and she was all life; her p
cheeks fairly flushed with feeling and
gloriously dark eyes dilated with enthI
asm. Are you not acquainted with
RosieT"
The lady who had alternately paled
flushed during this rhapsody, now rep
with a %scorntul smile: Acquainted '
Miss lie Vada No, SIR; most assured
am not. l know her by sight; tina
enough for me and l am perfectly as
ished at lldegirt st. Auburn mixing heI
with such low company as a poor seamstl
OF course Mr.. Carey was along"
"Mr. Carey" replied the Doctor,
he was not of the party. But who is
and why did you mention him p
"Who is he, and why did | mention !
know nothing Of him, only that he is
to be a poor schoolmaster, who supper
mother and. several younger brothers
sisters, and who, report says, is engage
Miss lie Vada."
"Ohl yes, l know him now he
very intelligent man, and will make
way in the world. He is as noble hes
q young man as ever breathed! b
have intruded too long," and with a /
and bow the young man left the room
Rap ! rap! rapi at the Office door,
the doctor rises and admits the appli