Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-04-28


beauty, and magnifcence, at were q fearfu
thing to be loved by such woman"
She seldom smiled, and when she did it va
a mockery Of smile; stihad sneer of con
tempt; kind of fendish exultation Of superi
ority; spark from the slumbering fire Of I
volcano. And yet no woman ever had more
admirers than Inez Lowell. Her beauty; hel
hauteur; her eccentricities. and the veil of mys
terry which enwrapped her as in an mpenetra
BILE mantle, all conspired to excite curiosity anG
admiration. Yet she endured rather than &C
cepted the homage so freely paid her, and il
return gave her admirers bitter epigram, o.
one of her sneering smiles. When she entered
a room, with her colorless face, and heavy black
garments-an embodied queen Of night-a SKY
of blackness covered with sparkling stars, al
conversation for the time was hushed She hac
no 'intimates'-nay perhaps as she said tc
Marcia, she had no friends, for woman who
commands universal admiration, and who stoops
not to fatter, seldom has friends among her OWL
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other,-for who loves a celebrity?
And yet Inez Lowell had once been the slave
of man; had once bowed that naughty neck to
receive the caress of love; had once with those
proud, jewelled, little fingers, parted the locks
from fair, pale forehead, and imprinted there
the kiss of love- Did she look like it, as she
stood near Harvey Maitland, sneering at his
well-timed compliments and assuring him in
her clear, melodious voice that Love was a
humbug, fit only for dread and butter misses,
and eighteen year old College students 2"
Verify no.
"Who is she, Ned?" asked youth with a
Aashy neck-clotb, of bird of like feather
| with himself
ooh! second Hagar Withers. In short, my
unsophisticated friend, deserted ,cye. "Name
it not in Goth-publish it not in the streets of
Askalon," but "pity tits, it's true" They say
she has a devilish temper, and guess Lowell
concluded, with Solomon that "'tis better to
live on the corner of a house-top than in wide
house with a contentious woman" think he
had a lucky escape, for she withered me to night
with one Of her lightning-like glances. Mrs.
Nortons' Dream, was not all dream whenshe
wrote,
"While the ju,t world, beholding thee bcreft;
scorns, not his sin-but thee-for being lef."
"But where is the sDon,' Ned?"
cob! he, after obtaining a divorce, married
Iiits g o tbsn nsss. 3
C So should I, egad! guess the frost-work
would melt away from yonder mountain Of
pride then. Here she is again. Harvey is in
luck"
Mark the metamorphosis. As soon as 1nez
appeared, both those young gents were ready
to scale mountains for single glance from her
proud eyes. And Ned Bowers, forgetting how
freely he had used her name e fashionables'
have treacberous memories) assured her he
would make pilgrimage to Jerusalem on bare
foot, if she would only give him single leaf
from her bouquet.
"You shall have it all, Mr.. Bowers" replied
Tnez with smile that was positively bewitch-
ing, elf you will only mix one grain of common
sense with your next fine speech"
A litter went round the room at his discom-
future, for in society," one laughs alike at wit, or
its opposite.
But We are negecting Marcia Wilton, so true
it is that in the presence Of Inez Lowell all
things else are forgotten. She had first been
introduced to Senator, whom for convenience
sake we will call COL Lynn.
"You are quiet to night, Miss Wilton"
II am studying society in one of its most
alluring, but deceptive phases"
GA sober study for one so young-Your
concusion?"
"That there is enough hypocrisy in this one
room to make fifty Judas Iscariots, if it was
connected with that which alone can make a
dangerous uinian-talent."
GA sweeping assertion and it blows the dust
from my eyes"
"I shall believe that Inez is atruc prophecies"
The gentleman started And who is Inez ?"
Marcia stared at him in nastonshment. "What |!
not know our reigning belle-the star, in whose
presence we are but better lights l dare-say
you are the only gentleman in the room, who
would ask, with that nonchalant air, "Who is
Inez 2"
"But ain a strangcr-have just entered the
room. Still should like to hear more of your
Inez"
"There she is standing near the Harp in that
black velvet dress. Is she not brilliant 2"
"She certainly does not lack sey:possessiOn.
She would grace the boards. Tell me something
of her."
"I am not at liberty" said Marcia with digni-
ty, to make my friends private history n
theme of discussion with stranger. Any body
in the room can tell you about Mrs. Lowell"
"lUrs. LoueH-prieate history-there must
be bit of romance here. Pardon me, Miss
Wilton, but where is the chieftain Of this beau
ty."
If Col. Lynn had not been the most polished
gentleman in the world, and if his words, COM
mon place as they were, had not been uttered
with persuasive eloquence, Marcia would have
been offended as it WIS she only smiled
"I well tell you thus much Of her-she is a
celebrated authOress."
ooh! literary celebrity" He slightly
sneered, I" 1 might have known it by the easy