New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-10-01
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lhe stress upon the as..tter word and Aunt Mary's
meaHns Wv <, sent me blood up to Montgomery
~ ~, d hewinE3 rather dignifed acquiescenee
" III aunt, he left the room
airs. Beaufort's home was one Of those buildings
between a farmhouse and cottage, belonging to
no particular class of architecture, but speaking TO
every passer by of the real country home and coan-
try comforts which cityite gets glimpse OF now
and then and remembers all the rest OF his fe Mrs
1 Beaufort herself a cheerful widow, received her
guests, and entertained them alone. Her daughter
Sarah she excused; Offering as an apology for her
non-appearance that she had gone to carry game to
some sick poor who needed it,
" Some more grouse shot in the head, ] supposed"
mentally calculated Mr.. Gay, who did not antici-
pate tea.drinking with two middle.aged widow
ladies as a very brilliant occasion. A book of
drawings soon however riveted his attention and
as he turned page after page the skill Of the artist
coupled with evident talent of the highest order
and exquisite TASTE so excited his admiration cha
he appealed to his hostess to tell hiEa the name of
the designer.
''Itis Sarah's work. the widow answered. she
| is fond of such things, and | Sometimes wonder
where she finds subjects to keep her pencil so
busy"
Where there is talent of this order imagination
stands ready to supply any such want" Mr.. Gay
said earnestly. He closed the book and glanced
about the room. There was no papier mache or
naments, no ormolu no tapestry carpeting; but
| wood and stream and meadow had all been called
in to act upholsterers in this little paror Strips
of peculiarly striped bark held back the white mus
lin curtains from the same loops, fastened above
the mantle, depended feathery grasses and scarlet
berries. group of bright-plumaged stuffed birds
| looked natural as life on clump of pine growing
\ in a box of mold, so covered with moss and in
| dented with pebbles it seemed springing from its
native mound a few drawings on the walls framed
| in pine burrs, and on the table groups of shining
shells and bright pebbles; from which surround
| ings rose small aquarium peopled with rare and
curious specimens of the jewellers under the wave
There were volumes of rare old poets on book
stand in one corner not shining in primitive splen
| dor, but evidently worn by loving reader; the
only new looking book being volume of Hum
boldt's Cosmos in the original He opened it at
the title page and read Sarah Beaufort in clear
| running, womanly hand. He laid it down and
sighed. He felt this strange young girl who could
hunt grouse and read German and bring nature
into the very sanctums of home might have rem
dered this evenings entertainment very delight
full one. He sighed again; for he believed his own
rudeness and not the necessities of the poor had
sent her away on this particular occasion.
Their delicious repast was served in opposite
room, and after it was over Mrs. Beaufort opened
a very elegant piano, standing in one corner, and
asked Mr. Gay if he would try it; but he could not
play, he assured her, though he tried the tone of
the instrument and looked over the music among
which he found parts of his fayorite operas and
finest oVertures lying side by side with dear old
Bonnie Doom and Home Sweet Home. He sighed
again; he dearly loved music-tea- drinking in the
country was ceartainIy very dull.
When Aunt Mary had donned her bonnet for
home and they were quite ready to CO. the gate
opened and Miss Sarah came demurely up the front
walk.
Mr. Gay thought the house looked brighter at
onee-he rather regretted he had obeyed his Aunt's
hint to go with such alaerity. He drew out his
watch; it was early, yet, much earlier than he had
supposed.
'Iam glad you are home, Sarah,' Mrs. Beaufort
said her daughter turned towards her, after sa-
luting her mothers guests.
Mrs. Montgomery, remain awhile longer, now,
and we will have some music; Sarah will sing your
old favorite, Norma"
sMr. Gays city bred ear must not be panied by
a country girls performance of that mother, and
besides he has recently heard it Enlisted. must
beg to be excused from music this evening"
Thenwe will say good night Mrs. Montgomery
said, and taking her nephew's arm, who well un- |
derstood the sarcasm Of Miss Beauforts refusal to
sing, they proceeded homeward.
Il wish, Montgomery, could persuade you to
call at Mrs. Beauforts this morning and leave |
these books which promised Sarah she should
have this week;' said Aunt Mary the day after
their visit.
Certainly said Mr.. Gay, with what Mrs Mont
gomery thought wonderful readiness. 1t looks a
little like rain; believe I'll get ont my blanket
and umbrella
The chilly atmosphere warranted the wearing OF
the one, and the heavy clouds advised the preeau-
ton of carrying the other So in few seconds,
Mr.. Gay made his appearance, wrapped in one of
those Mexican blankets which young men adopted |
prior to usurping woman's rights in the shape
of blanket shaWls. His blanket happened to be a |
very bright scarlet, bordered with black, and with
his fragrant HaVana between his lips, and his UNI.
brella under his arm, he took up his books and |
started off.
The fields wore that shade of subdued and mel
low green often preceding rain; and it struck
Mr.. Gay that it would be very delightful to go
1" cross lots" He laid his hand on the top rail
and went over the fence at bound. He mentally
decided that Miss Beaufort couldn't have done it
better-then he thought he saw pair of red lips
curling in indignant scorn and he decided not to
associate rail fences and those bright features in
his mind again; and SO, marching on through the
rich green pastures, smoking and musing Mr.. Gay
fell into very brown study, from which he was
only startled by tremendous below near him,
and the sudden apparition of a pair of lowered
horns and paving hoofs within two yards of him.
He jumped quickly aside; that scarlet blanket had
proven very attractive object to a bad-tempered
bull pastured in this field, who now presented two
horns of a dilemma, neither of which the young
man felt inclined to take Using his umbrella as a
baton, he endeayored to beat back his adversary:
every blow was answered by below and for
ward plunge, which Mr.. Gay acknowledged by
beating retreat with his face to the foe. 1t
struck him the fence towards which he strove to
direct himself was also possessed of fear of the
bull and kept getting farther and farther away
From side to side forward and still forward, came
those furious plunges and those sardonic horns.
Vigorously Mr.. Gay dealt his blows, wondering
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