The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1858-07-29
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with fruit and flowers Her feelings over
powered her for a moment, When Alfred
said, Dear sister, you said you wished
you could live here always; and this shall
henceforth be your home"
" You are too good p she exclaimed,
and was about to burst into tears. But
he arrested their course by saying, play
fully, "Come Loo Loo, kiss my hand and
say, Thank you, sir, for buying me- Say
it just as you did six years ago, you little
witch ~
Herswimming eyes smiled like sunshine
through an April shower, and she went
through the pantomine, which she had
often before performed at his bidding.
Madame stepped in with her little jest:
g But, Sir, when do You think you shall
send her to that pension p
"Never mind,' he replied abruptly;
Let us be happy" And he moved to-
ward the table to distribute the fruit.
1t was an inspiring spring-day, and end
ed in the loveliest. of evenings. The air
was filed with the sweet breath of jessa.
mines and range-blossoms. Madame
touched the piano, and, in quick obedience
to the circling sound, Alfred and Loo Loo
began to waltz. 1t was long before youth
and happiness grew weary of the revolving
maze But when at last she complained
of dizziness, he playfully whirled her out
upon the piazza, and placed her on IL
lounge under the Cherokee rose her moth
er had trained which was now a mass of
blossoms. He seated himself in front of
her, and they remained silent for some
minutes, watching the vine-shadows play
in the moonlight. AS Loo Loo leaned
over the balustrade, the clustering roses
hung over her in festoOns, and trailed on
her white muslin drapery. Alfred was
struck, as he had been many times before,
with the unconscious grace Of her attitude.
In imagination, he recalled his first vis-
ion of her in early childhood, the singu-
lar circumstance that had united their
destinics, and the thousand endearing ex-
periences which daily had strengthened
the tie. AS these thoughts passed thro'
his mind he gazed upon her with devour-
ing earnestness. She was too beautiful,
there iu the moonlight, crowned with
roses
" Loo Loo, do you love ?" he exclaimed.
The vehemence of his tone startled her,
as she sat there IN mood still dreamy as
the landscape.
She sprang up, and, putting her arm
about his neck, answered, "Why, Alfred,
you hao,0 your sister loves you"
9 Not as brother, not as a brother,
dear Loo Loo" he said, impatiently, as he
drew her closely to his breast "Will
you be my love? Will you be my wife"
In the simplicity of her incxperiencc,
and the confidence induced by long habits
of familiar reliance upon him; she replied,
{" | will be anything you wish"
1 No flower was ever more unconscious Of
lovers burning kisses than she was of
the struggle in his breast.
His feelings had been purely compass
sionate in the beginning of their inter-
course, his intentions had been purely
kind afterward but he had gone on blind
~ to the edge of slippery precipice.
/ Human nature should avoid such danger
Gus passes.
Reviewing that Intoxicating evening i'll
a calmer mood, he was dissatisfied with
his conduct. In vain he said to himself
that he had but followed an universal
!. custom that all his acquaintance would
have laughed in his face, had he told item
Of the resolution so bravely kept during
/, six years The remembrance of his moth
ers counsel came freshly to his mind;
and the accusing voice Of conscience said,
" She was friendIess orphau whom mis-
! fortune ought to have rendered sacred.
, What to you is the sanction of custom
Have you not higher law within your
own breast %
He tried to silence the monitor by say
!, ing, "When | have made a little more
: money, | will return to the North. Twill
marry Loo Loo on the way, and she shall
be acknowledged to the world as my wife,
as she now is in my own sou"
Meanwhile, the orphan lived in her IA
theirs house as her mother had lived be-
fore her. She never aided the voice of
! Alfreds conscience by pleading with him
: to make her his wife; for she was COM
pletely satisfied with her condition, and
had undoubting faith that whatever he
: did wasalways the wisest and the best.
They had lived thus nearly year, when
one day as they were riding on horseback
Alfred saw Mr.. Grossmau approaching.
Drop your vell," he said, quickly, to his
companion; for he could not bear to have
, that Satry even look upon his hidden flow
er. The cotton-broker noticed the action,
but silently touched his hat, and passed
with significant smile on his uncomcly
countenance. A few days attcrward,
, when Alfred had gone to his business in