The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1861-08-15

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Miss Tintamarre colored.
"If [ were," she answered, rather spite
fully, 81 would endeavor to sustain my
role."
1t was now Mrs. Tantalus's turn to look
vexed, for the world said that that worthy
lady led her husband rather sad life of
it. ''That would be kind toward your
your husband," she answered, .for he
would have much to sustain also"
If Miss Tintamarre had not known by
long experience that those who entered
upon wordy war with Mrs. Tantalus
were always sure to get the worst of it,
| she would certainly have resented this al
lusion to her corpulency. sit was she
bit her lip, and sat out the rest of the
play in silence.
The whole of this wedding scene, which
Miss Tntamarre and Mrs. Tantalus made
the subject of their jests, was gall ana
wormwood to Mr. Roland De Boore. IF
he had not been a coward he would liked
to have jumped on the stage and torn
! Beaufort limb from limb. As it was, he
contented himself with grinding his teeth,
and vowlng vengeance on Harriette as
|
| The ball went on. Redowa schottische
polka, all succeeded each other until the
festival Of motion was crowned by the
immortal German" Then arose the f.
cry mist of excitement in which the dance
is yelled. Wearied feet no longer Jagged,
slender necks no longer dropped with fa-
tigue. Languid eyes sparkled, grave lips
smiled, as couple after couple swung off in
Intoxicating waltz Feuds between young
people were made up that night with a
twirl round the rooms. Soft speeches
were painted out in the orbits of wild
polkas, that made certain little hearts beat
faster, and certain little heads dream when
| they went home. All was music, motion
and fiery excitement The powdered
heads grew mottled, and the thick brown
| locks began to shine through the grease
and -four. The wide skirts began to col
| lapse, and the cavaliers lace ruffies became
limp and tumbled. Even the fairest
cheeks seemed somewhat flushed and heat
ed. Occasionally some young mousque-
taire, with unsteady eyes and slippery
legs, would make his appearance on the
floor, in brief attempt TO execute fig
ure; but he would, after few plunges, be
dragged home to his seat by his laughing
partner, where he would console himself
with the bottle of champagne under his
chair.
Beaufort and Harriette Juiube danced
together, while little way off stood Ro-
land de Boore watching and keeping up
his courage by periodical visits to the
! buffet
"De Boore looks mischievous, Harri-
cite" whispered Beaufort to his partner
''Do you think he suspects anything
Gle suspects everything" answered
Miss Jujube. "His mind was created
only to hold suspicion"
"Very shortly he will make the expert
ment as to whether it will hold facts, y
said Beaufort with laugh at is our
turn, Harriette," and the young artist and
his partner darted off into figure
German cotillions, however, like all
mortal things, must come to an end. One
by one the chairs grew empty, and the
dim eyes and weary legs began to slim k
out by the hall door to their carriages
Beaufort and Harriette were talking ear
nestly together.
"Harriette. come away from that fel-
low," said De Boore, coming up suddenly
10 them. His face was flushed, and one
could see that he had been drinking.
Harriette looked at him as if she had
never seen him before, and then without
reply resumed her conversation with
Beaufort.
Don't you hear me ?" shouted De b.,
maddened by this contempt. "Give up
that beggarly artist, madam, Or"
''She hears you perfectly well, Mr.. De
Boore," said Beaufort, advancing calmly,
in all the dignity of his six feet, upon
poor little Roland, who shrank as he APP
preached "but will not answer you, first,
because you have no right to question her,
secondly, because you are impertinent."
"What authority have you, sir, to mix
yourself up in this business, pray? Stick
to your pencils, sir,' cried De Boore,
quailing, however, before Beaufort steady
glance.
"The authority OF husband, Mr.. De
Boore," said Beaufort, calmly. ''This
lady became my wife Few hours ago in
the presence of witnesses of which you
were one. She never loved you. Her
consent to your engagement was forced
from her, and she has freed herself"
"Then that cursed play was-was-'
! "a reality, not Il drama" continued
Beaufort.
.It's false I'll not believe it :" cried