The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1860-07-19

oHc y Wnolc Hlc--a mlBtukc--a lost |
love-
Love" lcried out i thought you
did not believe in that common dclu.
sion.
The rose-hue deepencd on her check,
but SHE said, lightly:
We'll, others do. Romancers have
written, poets have sung, and the world
has talked about it since it was made,
and will till it ends, I suppose 'Tis
an old tale, aud ofton told, you know.
Old, yet common people tire hearing
aud reading everything else, but never
OF that will tire of it while this
strange, old, whirling world goos
round,
Sho laughed, and pulled sprig of
'love bleeding that grewredas blood
at her feet
'Juliettc,' asked, abruptly, were
you ever in love? Has you heart ever
vibrated as every one clso's has done
at the sound of some voice---at awell.
known foot fall---at the gaze of some
pair Of masculine eyes? Come, tell
me-
The red glow on her dark check was
like fire now--the deep crimson flower
she held seemed to pale beside it, She
gave me Il quick, searching glance from
her beautiful eyes; but seeing nothing
but surprise and curiosity in my face,
she laughed, and said
OF course, you dear little innocent.
Am mot Il married woman, and is not
there my husband What a question
for youto ask
'But you don't care for yom hus-
band, Julicttc--don't get offended now
i am not blind, lfyour theory holds
good that every ono at some period Of
their lives have made fools of themsclv-
es, then you could have been no better
than the rest
well, perhaps | was not. Every
girl Of eighteen is dreamer, but they
outlivc many illusions at twcnty-thrco.
We will drop the subject, if you please,
cousin, Next to falling in love, moth.
ing is more silly than talking about it,
was silent, and SO was she for 4
time. | looked wsttully ut the moon,
thinking what strange scenes it had
smiledupon, and she was humming soft,
~ to herself | caught the words OF some
: strange fragment she was softly sing
ing, beginning with
wild wild wind, wilt though never cease thy
signing?
Dark, dark night wilt thou never wear
away?
Cola, cold"
She stopped abruptly. a mans step
sounded ON the grOund--a step we
both knew; and the next moment Mr.,
John Southdown, the wealthy ban ker,
stood beside his wife.
Ready, Julictte?" he said. The car.
riage is waiting
In one moment. Mr.. Southdown. -
Come, cousin
We both went up to her room, and
/ her French maid threw her opera cloak
} over the white, rounded shoulders, and
arranged her boquct, while ! compile
ted my toilet myself Chen we enter
, ed the carriage, and were whirled rap
= idly away; and half IN hour later we
had taken our seats in the full glare OF
the gas, amid the sounds of music, the
/ rustling Of silks, the tluttcr of fans, and
, all the pleasant hustle and confusion
: consequent at such times
? The handsome Mrs Southdown, the
leader of the ton, was, on such occasions
the cynosure Of all eyes, and number
less lorgnettes were Immediately level
ed at our box. With the most superb
indifference, she bore the scrutiny
, leaning back, with her long lashes veil
ing her splendid eyes, rs though it were
too much trouble even to unvei tn,
dark splendor.
| was looking and watching The
crowded assembly, when Il lady uoicC
near me cried, in Il quick, excited whis
per:
q 30 viii. Will, Look Who is that
that handsome fellow with Harry Ben
, SOM
'Tnat-oh! Ah-why, is it possible
Fred Dashon-handsomc Fred Dashon
as we used to call him, back from Eu,
rope By Jovc. must so and speak
to him.
| And off he hustled.
glanced in the same direction, and
saw him approach and shake hands cor.
daily with tall, neutrality-suspicious.
young man, with blue eyes, fair hair,
and dashing, Knowing look about
him, as if he were somebody, and knew
, it.
Julictte had heard, too. There was
quick, impetuous start, that, woman
of the world rs she was, she could not
restrain an eager look in the direction
indicated, flush, and then pallor
deeper than before, As she caught my
eyes fixed wondcringly upon her, she
fell back, calm and composed again