The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1861-11-16

black hair and eyes, and Is as indifferent
to the ladies' as possible, and they are all
dying for him, too; Annie Claire, Bertha
Wendell, and-well, ell Of them
Indeed, Lizzie, he must be very fasci-
mating IL they are all dying for him.
There, don't laugh, Aggie, for It is
true. wish you could see him. How
romantic it would be for you to fall in
love-no, forgot, you never fall in love.
! wonder why you don't. Aggie? have
not told you his name yet: il is n very
pretty name-Phillip Rivers-isn't it,
Aggiel Goodness! how pale you are
Are you faint' aud Lizzie Wells sprang
up, throwing over, in her agitation, the
stand covered with books.
NO, no, Lizzie, it was only for mo-
ment, | am well again now; please 60 on
with your description ? was Agatha Wal
dron's reply.
well, you arc pale enbugh now are
you sure you are quite well again Y
Yes, sure : and the colOrless lips
curled with faint smile.
| have told you oil ] know about this
Mr.. Rivers, only that he is lawyer, and
papa says n very talented one. Then there
is-thcre's May Hcrvcy nt the door now
| must go, for she will tell me all about
Lanccy, and I must hear. He in love
with her, red-hnircd Image! Just think
Of it, Aggic! and the wild girl danced
out Of the room.
Agatha Wadron rose from her seat and
paced for a moment to and fro the car.
peted floor. Phillip Rivers unmarried! !
What does il mean? Oh If there has
been mistakc-if was wrong and un-
just when ! deemed him falSeF And
her voice grew tremulouS But no, It
cannot he. lie loves me no longer. |
would were again the happy child Of
ten years since, for then he would love
me; and what is wealth to me now?
Only a mockery, while my heart still
mourns for the love which is mine no
longer. But will 60, she added, hasti.
~. I will 60 and see him once mOre;'
and her lips closed firmly together.
'Well, Rivers, what do you think Of
this assemblage Of fair women and brave
men - Mrs. DE Vcre's spacious rooms
were crowded by the wealth and fashion
Of B-,and, before replying, Phillip
Rivers glanced around. Take care, my
dear bachelor, do not allow your glanccs
to wander about in that way, lest Cupid
transiix you 10y an arrow from some Of
the brilliant eyes Of the fair mnidens who
are here tonight
have no fear Of that
DO not overestimate your powers of
resistance. prophecy you will not long
claim to be heart. whole. There is Miss
Lynn, what do you think Of her
She is too cold and naughty
And Ada ClaireP'
Affects too much the sentimental
What of her elder sister, Beatrice =
She Is too rude
Disposed to cavil at all, sec. But
there is new conner, stranger in the
city, here to night, who is said to bear the
palm away from all. There she is, nearly
opposite us, dressed in lavender silk,
the lady with dark hair and eyes
An exclamation from Phillip caused
his companion to pause. In the lady to
whom his attention had been directed,
Phillip Rivers beheld agatha Lee.
who is she! what is her name ? he
asked eagerly.
What! conquered SO soon ? his
friend replied with laugh. The name
Of her who has subdued the lion is Wal.
dron-Agatha WaldrOn.'
Agatha Waldron! 1t was true, then,
that she had married another; and now
was she free, he hurridly asked himself.
In his confusion he did not notice that
she had withdrawn from the crowd
around; but suddenly looking up, he
perceived that she was gone and, scarce
ly believing but that he had been in a
dream. he walked into the conservatory,
thinking to be alone for moment. AS
he entered he saw, standing just before
him, she who had haunted him for years.
She turned at the sound Of his footsteps.
Mrs. Waldronr
'PhilIip--Mr. Rivers I she said, turn
ing deothly white.
His voice was stern and cold hers
tremulous and fearful.
1t has been long since VIC have met,
Mrs. Waldron; you have changed much
in that time
Yes, MIR. Rivera Her tone was firm.
er than before.
Is Mr.. WaldrOn here tO.nightF he
said. after painful pause.
'Mr. WaldrOn! Then yOu did no know
you have not heard that he is dead?'
she said in surprise.
Dead
sYes, and my only friend, my dear
mother, also,. she answered. her eyes fill
ing with tears.
'And your wife, Mr.. Rivers, is she
herey
MY wifc! His face flushed. DO
you ask the that, Agatha Lee? lam not as
tickle as some are. | have loved but
once, Aggie; and when ] heard of your
marriage
Il am not married, she said, interrupt
ing him;
Agatha!
Il am not married, but supposed that
you were, for 6u did Mt answer my let
ters: and they said your uncle had left
you his fortune, and that you were too
proud to seek penniless bride, and had
married wealthy beauty; and l saw it
in the papers. too
my poor little Aggie.' Phillip Rivers
voice grew very tender as he drew her
| tOW1TuS ulIu.- I1UW uuVc yOu cuHeIOu1
my darling; it was distant connection
of mine whose marriage you saw. But
how is il that you are called Agatha Wal.
dron, and why was l told that you were
marriedf And my letters, why were
they never answered.
Because they were never received,
dear Phillip. And why am called
Agatha WaldrOn l can tell you. 1t was
my mother whom Mr.. Waldron married F.;
and after their marriage he wished me to
become his daughter, and | have ever
since borne the name Of WAldrOn. re-
member now that heard report about
the village that it was who was to be.
come Mrs. Waldron; but deemed 1t too
Ridiculous to obtain credenCe for mo.
ment, and took no pains to contradict it,
little dreaming that It would be the cause
Of SO much sorrow; and slight tremOr
shook the form held 20 closely in Phillip
Rivera arms. GWe-Mr. WaldrOn. ma