Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1861-09-16

her face had been entailed upon her, through
fair-faced immediate ancestors, from the first
known of the stock. Such for her appearance,
necessarily more fascinatingto to admirers of the
dark style than to the learned authorities on
female beauty who decree fairness to be the
chief excellence, forgetting the phlegm and
flesh which so often attend it. Her education
was that Of young lady, as were her accom-
plishments. am afraid she could not dis
course on taste, Shakespeare, and the musical
glasses; but she had an accurate taste, had
read two plays in Bowdler, and played the
piano. In word, she was one of the daSght-
ers of England.
This is not love story; it is Ka6als ohns
Ltebe. You will excuse my quoting a tongue
as familiar to the English generally as their
mother tongue; so much so that DR.. Buckle
quotes pages Of Kant in the original, to the
despair of Germans, who don't understand it.
Even professed love-stories, only one excepted,
are filed less with love than with the cOnse-
quences Of it. But in a professed loye-story
you are required to give at least one love scene,
which don't mean to do. The young ladies
who like to know how love is made are referred
to another place. Why should they object
I am endeavoring to throw the gentle spell of
female influence over the taB, as publisher
advised me to do if / wrote a novel: and
have given them in a description of the young
lady, without its being wanted. So permit me
to return to the father.
He was sitting in the library, and occasion
ally pacing up and down it, to concoct the rest
of his plot. Like chess-player, he had cal
culated all the probabilities, provided for every
consequence, except his adversary's move
Most likely the young lady would refuse him;
she did not deserve his son if she did not. The
son, too, would be lukewarm at first in plead
ing cause he could not have at heart, and
would only be Awakened to warmth by the re-
ms n thnp in hnn fnr alf
urge his fathers claim, and finally be inter-
rupted by her saying plsyfully, "Why don't
you speak for yourself, John 20 as is laid down
for similar case in The Courtship of Miles
Standish, whence the father had borrowed
his scheme. The only objection to this was
his sons being named Tom, not John; but q
young lady of parts could easily surmount such
an obstacle. This was far the most likely
course; for the others, it was hardly worth
while to think Of them. If she accepted him,
he could explain to his son. If she rejected
him without accepting his son at the same
time, he could get fis son to propose for him.
self And the young lady had only three
courses to accept him, TO reject him, or to
take his son instead. Ah, Mr.. Carter, you
never heard certain statesman speak, and
you little know the strange power of three
courses.
He was still indulging in these pleasing re-
Elections when awakened from his revery by
loud, hasty voice, outside. ''Oh, you needn't
announce me to Mr.. Carter, John; we are old
friends-or not exactly old friends, but we're
going to be soon. There, you needn't open
the door; / know all about it, or shall know
how all the doors open before long"
Mr.. Carter sprang to bis feet and hastened
towards the door. which was flung open in his
face by DR.. Bibber with such force as to neces-
state a spring backwards Of six feet on the
part Of the host, to make the hinges crack,
and to shoot the guest into the room as if he
had been one of Louis NaIoleon's last warlike
inventions.
" How do you do, Carter? how do you DO
Well, hope the east winds (are they east or
southwest, by the way, I've not seen the ba-
rometer latelyY have not knocked you up, as
they used my poor old friend Admiral Jiffcock
He always said they were fatal to his constitu-
ton; and so they proved for they blew him on
q leeshore of the south coast, and he was
wrecked, with all hands. This is your libra
~, eh' Nice room, very-don't know it yet,
but hope to some time. Reading anything
new lately? Do you get books from Nudes
or from Nixnewee's here? 1 was just giving
my daughter treat out of one Of the novels Of
the seasOn-which was it!"
kingley's," suggested Mr.. Carter.
:" No, never read his, any of them-neither
"Esmond" nor Never too Late to Mend" /
shall think of il presently, I dare say. By the
bye, that reminds me; your son came just as
was in the middle of sentence; a very fine
youth that of yours-Je UOuS e1l fais mes COM
pliments-agrssz PGSsHrance de ma haate
consideration, as we used to say in France;
long since I've been there, though-great
changes, they say-Rue de Rivoli, rifled can
non-hes q great man, that Emperor-and
they're not ct for liberty-mere gabblers
can't say connected sentence, or think out
subject. Well, but your son came to speak to
my daughter. I've left him with her now"
To speak to your daughter! really it was
considerste Of you to leave them together,
Doctor"
TO BE CONTINUED.