The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-09-15

summer, you shall be lily escort, to
gether with old Aunt Jerusha, and T.
polish up after the sihlilitude Of an,
number of corner stones. Good gra
cious won't l come back the very pinl
Of politeness.
"A very prudent resolution, and
have no doubt the circle of society int,
which I shall be able to introduce yo,
will have very benefcial-'
Yes, please keep the rest of that fo
some other time; my brain isn't very
spacious. and can t hold much at dose,
and Bell put her dimpled hand over Mr.
Fitzallan's mouth. He kissed it. and
then-kissed her ripe coral lips, and
then her blooming cheeks-a very nat.
ural proceeding; Under all the clrcum.
stances.
And nov them said Bell, for Dea.
con Jones'!
Mr.. William Fitzallan was conceited
no mistake about that
and didn't know when he had found a
treasure. He wasn't half good enough
for old Jud ge Vernon's beautiful daugh-
ter, but then he was the only young
man in the village, except Silas Jones,
who had only one eye, aud Pela.iah
johnson, who had red hair, and squint.
ed. And he really loved Bell, after all
and-well it was pleasant to have a
handsome lover, even if he did snut
her occasionally.
Well, they went to Newport-old
Aunt Jerusha, Mr.. Fitzallan and Miss
Vernon; md the first Bell knew, she
was the rage. So beautiful little crea.
ture had not dawned on the Newpor,
horizon for many year; her fresh
piquancies were quoted everywhere
the blaze dandies of fourteenth street
and Fifth Avenue fell PROSTATE at her
feet, and wherever the cratic little fairy
went, thither also flowed the tide Of
fashion. Adolphus Theodore De Coun.
cy, of Boston, broke out into an abso.
lutte small pox of poetry about her, and
kept the door sill Of her apartment per.
petually wedged up with sonnets in he,
honor. Fitzgerald Sykes. of Philadel.
phia, darkly intimated his intention o
immediate suicide, unless young Symkn
mes, of Charleston, left off asking her tc
ride. Howard Jempont paid his tailor's
bill in fit of absence of mind, caused
by pondering on her exceeding charms
and Albert Augustus Snigsby, an ardent
youth of New Orleans, was taken away
by his friends in a state bordering OF
distraction, because she wouldn t accep
his bouquets. Was it strange that she
began to be weary of the insipid anc
conceited lovemaking of Fitzallan
WHO is that splendid creature il
white. across the room? By Jove sh.
is the loveliest woman l ever saw
exclaimed Capt. St. John, of Virginia
handsome young scion of the U. s
Navy, as he stood in the great assem-
bly, room of the Ocean House, on his
first ssaniiEg at Newport, -
his friend-'a little Connecticut rose
bud, Bell Vernon by name, and thai
young man at her side, in the white
'choker,' is her Fate-at least, so peo.
pie say. Shall l introduce you?'
Bell could not help thinking the young
Virginian very handsome. Such splen
did southern eyes-such chivalrou.
mein-such a love of soft, silky
black moustache, just long enough t.
grace, instead of concealing, as beauti
full mouth as ever Apollo wreathet
into smiles. Fitxallan looked like /;
thunder cbud at the young naval here
poor fellow, he wished he had KEEP
away from Newport!
will you favor me p whispered St
John, as the band struck up a merr,
polka. Bell smiled assent, made
youth near happy by giving him he
fan and handkerchief to hold, and ava,
the young couple whirled. Fitzallan
with wide open mouth, looked on i,
blank anger and CONSERVATION. Hadn'
Bell promised. only the night before
not to polka with any one but himself
The idea of Bells pretty head nestle,
up against st. Johns gold hande,
shoulder--his arm around the bit .
blue ribbon that circled her tiny waist
1t was absurd--it was preposterous-
in short, it was madness!
Bell liked 1t, however. St, Joh
danced well-he did not step on he
toes as Will sometimes did, nor dasl
blindly against every other couple OF
the floor, and when he brought her bac1
to her place, flushed and smiling, sh
turned demurely to Fitzallan, and lispe,
out, don't you think my country man
ners are improving vastly p He wa
silent-what could he say
The next day. and the next, matter
grew worse and worse. st. John an,
Bell flirted in the most open manne,
The young Virginian was evidently vic
lently in love, and the belle encourages
him with unmistakable smiles.
Fitzallan grew desperate.
We'll. l have got myself into prett
scrape!' he pondered. furiously pacin
his room. why couldn't l have bee1
satisfied before ? Why must l need
bring her here, to lose her! Blockhea
that l am! l could kick myself dow
stairs
After some moralizing in this strain
Fitzallan, in desperation, resolved open
ly to enter the lists with his gay youn
rival, and make himself as agreeable a
possible. To this end he descended t
the piazza, where Bell was sitting witt
St. John (the happy J! leaning on tn
back of her chair. However, the Car
tain gave way, and courteously staun
tered of. when Fitzallan approached.
Bell, dear, l should like to have yo
drive on the sands with me this even
inne I > ho cold m;tl, L;a ,,aost l,uo Ii.