Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-03-28

distance and yet impregnable-he stands, and
none dare to approach him save with the
most formal courtesy
But at length Clara seemed to impress
him. 'Can it be possible he loves me ? He
stands for hours and watches my every mo-
ton. I have noticed it for several days
Oh! | wish l knew him !" and the young
girls heart beat more quickly-for like too
many others OF her sex-she adored mystery.
Twas even so. The young stranger would
stand for hours with folded arms and gaze
with those large, sad, dark looking eyes upon
her, and watch her every motion. The crowd
began to notice this, and Clara's vanity was
fiattered by their pleasantries. There was
something SO romantic in this silent reserv-
ed stranger-and she felt sure he was distin-
guished and renowned. Very rapidly was
she learning to love him, and yet never had
they exchanged word.
One afternoon party of young persons
made an excursion on horseback. Clara rode
well, and her fine form appeared gracefully
on this evening. They had gone some dis
lance when her horse took fright, and before
any one could come to the rescue, he had dis
| appeared with his fair burden from their
view. They rode rapidly onward-but far
ahead plunged the furious animal, and again
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still onward Clara felt all her strength
leaving her. She clung frantically to his
mane-and had just felt she could endure it
no longer, when suddenly appeared the young
stranger, who rushed to her side, caught the
horse, and received into his arms her faint
/ ing form. When she recovered she found
herself seated on the ground, while his en-
circling arm supported her, and her head was
resting upon his bosom.
She promptly raised her head, while con-
sciousness fall that had passed came DER her.
Then with mingled bushes and tears, she
thanked her preseryer He kissed her hand,
and in musical broken English vowed he had
never been before so happy as in preserving
her life. He said but little, but those few
words Were well selected-just enough to
kindle into a flame the love which had been
budding in her heart for him.
Ere long the party came in sight, and were
delighted to find her safe and unharmed,
while more than one Of the young ladies de.
clared they would gladly have exchanged pa
ces with her to be rescued by the handsome,
mysterious stranger.
When Mrs. Glenmore was informed of all
this, she eagerly thanked the preserver of her
daughter, and implored he would no longer
exclude himself from their society, but throw
off his reserve, and mingle more socially
among them.
By degrees he did so, and Clara was otter
aroused from sweet slumber and blissfu
dreams of him, by his rich voice beneath hel
window, which mingled so harmoniously
with the guitar, as he sung in impassionet
! tones some tender song of love-
So when the season at Saratoga was over
and "the fashionables' were returning tt
their homes, Clara had promised in few
i months to become the bride of the mysterious
dark-eyed stranger. He called himself Sig
J nor Lucien de Yeti But hinted in ambigu
Gus terms there was title attached whicl
f the future should prove, but that now h
, could not, dared not, eoe1pto has loced Clara
declare his position.
Mr.. Genmore opposed with all his nigh
this marriage, and endeavored by persuasion
and even entreaty to turn Clara from he
purpose. But the silly girl was led, uphel
t by her mother, and in the month of Noyen
ber-amid much pomp and magnifcence-
! she became his bride
They made a southern tour-where the
created much attention by their pretension
: and then settled in New York.
And now Mrs. Glenmore took a peculia
e pride in speaking of my son in law, the di
!, tinguished Signor de Yeti" While fe'
: sensible ones shook their heads and rejoice
! he had not married one of their children, 70
! said they, Il would not be surprised shou
: he be but mere adventurer." But the
: were 'croakers," sold fogies." Who wou
: condescend to listen to their spiteful proph
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