The prairie news. [volume] (Okolona, Miss.) 1851-1875, 1858-08-26
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Grey's brilliant saloons tonight. Am l
very latel'
"Late, only so far as to deprive me of
your presence half an hour" replied he
his eyes were bent upon her with an
expression borrowed from the boy-god,
Lore. Her eye sank beneath his gaze,
and roseate food rushed DER her brow.
Farer than dream of beauty she looked
as she stood there in the soft wax.light.
The eyes Of her lover We're dazzled by
the bewildcring apparition. The soft
folds of her satin robe fell gracefully
around her petite tigure-a charm full of
grace and dignity was in every move
ment, and diamond rays threw halo of
splendor around her. Though Mem as
sisted by art, nature had made her beau
tiful. The wavy masses of raven hair
were parted over brow white as oceans
PEARL and in the depths of her brown
eye there slept world of thought, from
which the lightning of genius ofttimes
flashed, but now, twas softened by the
thoughts that thrilled her heart. The
rosebud lips quivered with suppressed
feeling, and she was indescribably lovely.
Beautiful, gifted, and caressed in society
where'r she moved. she was yet child
of nature. Her heart had early been
made home for all the deep sublimities
of strong affection, and she loved not the
glitter and glare of fashion half so well
as her own native woods. She was a
dreamer and poet, and everything in
life looked beautiful. She viewed it
through the horoscope Of happiness, and
failed to see the thors in looking on the
flowers.
"I am proud of you, Annie" said
Frank Linwood, clasping her tiny hand
in his, "yes proud of my beautiful An
ME, for will not the first flowers of spring
bring with them our bridal day? You
smile soft assent Oh, yes; then you
will be mine forever. Wear this, and
Wiener you gaze upon it think of your
Ibvtrotilal, :, said he, placing a gem upon
her finger, which, if not so brilliant as
those that already glittered there, was
dearer to her heart for it told of his love.
Nov we will be gone. | long to show
my treasure to the admiring gaze Of my
friends. With them tonight you will be
the cynosure of all eyes," said he as
he led her to the carriage.
The beam of many lamps is bright
ming in the hall Of fashion. Mrthful
sounds float from the dwelling, and the
swell of instruments watts an atmosphere
of music around. A train of guests
throng the terraced walk, whose bowers
seemed fitted for joyous revery. Mag
ni6cent rooms were thrown open along
the side, filled with gay company, who
seemed to flash around in a bright enve-
lope of satin and illusion; and sparkling
Jewels cleaned in every direction like
stars peeping through soft domy clouds.
Annie paused moment, bewil,lered by
the brilliant scene. II am proud Ct
YOU" again whispered Frank Linwood to
the radiant being at his side, as he noted
the murmur of admiration which greeted
her entrance into the dancing room.-
With gay smile and bow to his many
friends who were pressing eagerly for
ward to gain an introduction, Frank pass
ed onward and joined the dancers.-
" Who is the beautiful stranger e pass
ed from lip to lip, while she, half uncon
scious of the interest she had excited
was moving with graceful and measured
tread through the May windings OF the
dance. After leading his fair partner Il
seat, Frank Linwood left her a mo
ment, and returned with dark-hairee
gentleman, who he introduced as "my
friend, Archie Stanley
There was something in the frank, &c
nial expression of his face which instantly
charmed Annie, beside he had called hin
friend, and she knew that all who Dor,
that relation to him must be noble ans
good. She turned towards him with he
sweetest smile, and began conversa
tion, but again and again were they in
terrupted, until Annie Woudey fount
herself the center of a circle of admi
rers, in which tete-a-tete would hav,
, been inadmissable. She was buoyan
with happiness, and never had appeared
to better advantage. She was conscious
of this, and witty gems flowed fast AM
free from her ruby lips. Ever and anon
mid her foam bells Of fun and fancy
would steal in soft threads of feeling
which betrayed her poet soul, and hear
+ guileless in its purity. She was not
I slave of society, hut scorned its irol
trammels, and few who saw her doubte,
that within her bosom slept fire, whic
once lighted would be quenchless.-
j Hearts bowed TO her magical power, with
out questioning whether twas not alread
: burning purely there. The young, th
f beautiful, the gifted. the gay, all were i
4 that festive room, yet was Annie Wood
K ley queen of all, Yes, the dazzling strar
0 ger had shown her power there.
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