Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1859-05-19

will benefit you st oil. Nothing can bt
added to enchance your loveliness."
Except the boquet mother. Please
sweet mother. send Jackques for it ear
ly-just to order it, / mean. Tell him te
be explicit that wish few of the mos
elegant flowers in Greenbud's conversato.
ry. There is the money" handing the
bill which had been surreptitiously retain
ed from the sewing girl.
The mother turned as she left the cham
Der. saying "he down, dear, until time t
dress. Notbi ng conduces more to physi
cal beauty than Sleep"
The girl did as directed, but after few
moments Intellectual efforts 10 close he,
eyes, she lifted her head from the embroi'
dered pillow, calculating. 'it is folly to
attempt to Sleep" Ny brain is in ssch q
whirl Of delight it is impossible to close
my eyes. I've great mind to get up and
dance awhile. But no, that would fatigue
me too much" Her beautiful little head
rested in the palm of her snowy hand
Gradually soft languor crept over he,
agitated nerves, and abstractedly she gaz.
ed upon the life looking flowers spreading
over the rich carpet of her room. eyes
l remember distinctly before Charley Ben
ton left for Europe he told me of his pas
sion for flowers. He said splendid ex-
otic had more charms for him than all the
sweet scented native plants in his own
country. And how eloquently he drew
the comparison between the cultivated
woman of the world and the unsophisti-
Gated miss Of sweet sixteen ! wonder
why it is that sewing girl fts before my
minds eye? Just imagine her in this
room, dressed as will be directly She
possesses regal beauty. The most males.
tic walk l ever saw. The long sable hair
those lustrous eyes and little pearl like
teeth, queen might envy. l would not
for kingdom Charley should see her."
The downy pillow received her head as
she at last sank into repose.
The sultriness the day had been cool.
ed by the moisture of the rising dew. The
soft, pale beams Of the fall moon fell up
on porch, whose latticed sides were
weighted with the honeysu"kle, which gave
its sweet breath to the evening air. The
90 - loon lighted un the fenyes of two
individuals. young girl, with her pale
face turhed towards tie Qucen Of Night
sat beneath the tremuloos boughs Of the
fragrant creepcr, its shadows playing over
her chseled features Beside her stood a
young man. He gazed adoringiy upon
her cha'te beauty, and firmly clasped her
hand in his.
"Rosalie, promise to be my wife; l
know you love no one else. Think, dear
cousin, Of your high born grandmother,
your patient mother, yourself moving in
circle which will appreciate your lowell
ness, your worth"
"Cousin Charles, l have something to
tell you. Listen, and then will answer
you. For a month past have sewed for
Louise Linden; you remember the family
she loves you y
Upon what do you predicate your sup
position p
"Her actions. Love is bold and will
not be concealed. Your name is ever on
her lips, and if others speak it she blush
es as if she had said guilty thing"
"Well,' said the young man, with q
slight degree Of impatience.
"Don't you think Miss Linden will grace
your establishment more becomngly than
!, a-poor sewing girlf"
"Rosalie, for Gods sake, never repea,
that word. Had you but spoken word
after your fathers death, your family
would never have fallen from their proper
position +; your denial Of my suit incensed
my father, and he has stood aloof and per.
mitted the removal of your family from
the homestead you drove me from my
native soil struggled to forget you
The task was fruitless your image alone
is enshrined in my heart; and this Miss
Linden, o. whom you speak is spoiled
beauty, whose thoughts soar no higher
than the Autter of her bonnet-ribbon.-
She has received attention from me, but
never said loved her; you alone have
power to sustain my good resolves"
The honeysuckle's branches hung low.
ingly over their heads, and its rich odor
floated through the open window into the
little parlor, bearing with its sweetness
tie welcome words to the mothers acute
ear-"Cousin Charles, | will be your faith
ful wife," There were whispered word.
the mother could not hear, but her prayer
Of nkfulness mingled with them, and
went up to Gods throne for the welfare o
her dutiful child.
| II was the midnight hour The perfume
Of foreign flowers filed the air Of the bril-
liantly lighted saloon. Wild strains o
music Aoated through the high arched
rooms rendering the gay votaries Of Terp
sicore obiivious that darker shade Of liii
was pictured outside of the walls which en-
closed the festive throng. A little bustl'
at one Of the entrances caused attention
to the spot like an iris spreading its hue
upon ,be midnight sky, Louise Linden
form attracted and delighted all eyes -
Her heart plated with prlae bounded with
Ia nhnn l'Lu La HenInn anWIun ne,