Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1860-04-05

will he merry one, Alice.
The hand fingered in his.
If you we're oaly going. cousin
Jonathan
He interrupted her qnickly,almost
harshly,
But I'm not; SO good night.
She went away silently, but turn
ING at the door TO say good night
once more, be lancied be saw tears
glistening throgh the shadowy black
veil over her lace.
He started to his feet bot a
thought seemed to strike him, and
he sat down to his papers again, NUT
tenug: She'll make me make a fool
of myself, whether | will or no, with
that voice and those pleading eyes.
Pshnw! "A man at my age ridiculous.
A nd on went his pen faster than
ever
Hour after hour passed on, and he
was busily at work. One two
three o'clock struck. There vas
"A bustle and hurry in the hall below.
He heard AIce's clear ringing laugh
that laugh was like no other He
heard Mr.. Bray brooks hearty voice
and another-a voice be did not
know.
They came up staifs-Alice, her
father, and a tall, elegant-looklng
/, oung man in uniioim.
Mr.. WAripg, Captain Ray, said
Mr.. Bray brook; and then the three
began to talk over the ball, and ap-
paren:ly forgot the very.ex'slence oil
the writer at .he sofa table.
Jonathan Warnings heart gr +" tail
of bitterness. alice glanced towards
him, saw him pale, and with eompfts-
sed lips.
Her eyes grew brighter, her laugh
more joyous: Captain Ray thought
her each moment more and more
lovely.
Refreshments were brought in,
and soon after the Captain took
leave; not, however, before he had
promised to call OH the morrow, and
bring Alice book he ielt quite
sure she would like.
am sorry You sat up for us, said
Alice, as Mr. Waring was leaving the
room, letters in hand; you look quite
tired out.
THINK you, bu, ] do not feel so.
1t must have been n long, lonely
evening for you.
Not at oil; ] was too busy to find it
either. Good night.
Good night, cousin. How do you
like Captain RaJs
] think be is a very elegant man.
So do I; very fascinating, too?
l can well fancy it.
Good night.
She ran up the stairs hallway, then
turned and run down to him again.
Cousin Jonathan, will ,ou tell me
if you think / look nice tonight!
Real | mean
To me you look just as usual.
Well, many people told mel
Looked lovely, no doubt; and as
plenty of others told you so, there-l'
all the less need for me to do it,
Now, good night; go up starirs; yov
will be quite tired out to- morrow
you do not.
Alice, when in her oSnroom, Wep'
bitterly.
!; He sees tha, yoa care for him anf
shuns you. He wants to guard yor
from yourself, whispered pride.
Some weeks had passed ava,
since the time of Alices first bali
1t was the height of the London sea
, son: and all the beauties tlutterIn!
nightly from one scene oil gaye'!
to another, none WAS more admire q
none more courted than the Lowell.
Alice Brsybrook. People did say sh
was bit of flrt--and perhap
we're no, very far wrong; certainly
| seemed so. "Legion" WAS the nam
!. of her lovers, aud apparently enJoye'
their alteration to no small degree
Sometimes that qniet MIR. Warlnl
, was seen with herself and father, hu
! not often. No one toek much NO
tice Of him. and be did not kee
: with Miss Braybrook much, unles
: she happened to be firing herfe
s with dancing too long together. Q
resting where there Was a Chi
d draught; then cousin Jonathan wa