Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1861-03-09

Mowbray, the eloquent young lawyer from
Philadelphia, wao Is in the great will cas-
here, is TO be present"
II exp ct to go, was the answer '' Bu
Mr.. Mowbray being there won't be the in
ducementn
"Oh yon are so beautiful yoa can afort
10 be Indifferent But ell the other girls ari
dyingnt the very thought
The ball came of, and was really superb
Mr. Mowbray was there, too with all, bis
laurels. The "qeat viii case which bad
agitAled the country for 50 many months, had
been concluded that very day, and been decided
in favor OF his client No such speech as NJ
Mowbray's, il was universally admitted, had
ever been heard 10 the courthouse. Its al
terhate wit and argument bad carried The
Jury by storm, 50 that they had given YER
diet without leaving the box. The young
lawyer, at that ball, was like a hero fresh
from the battlefield A hundred eyes fol-
lowed his form, hundred fair bOsOms beat
quicker rs he approached. But be saw only
one, iu all that brilliant assembly-snd it was
Nelly. Her graceful form, her intelligent
face, her style and beauty, srresied him, the
moment be entered; he saw that she had no peer
in the room; and be devoted himself to her,
almost exclusively, throughout the evening.
Nor had Nelly ever shone 80 brilliantly
She could not but feel that il was q great
compliment to be thus singled out from
among so many. But she had another mo-
tive for exerting herself to shine At the
very first glance, she had recognized, in Mr..
Mowbray, the companion Of the artist who
bad sketshed her eight years back. In hopes
to hear something Of his friend, she turned
the conversation upon art, the city, childhood,
and everything else that she thought might
be suggestive but in vain. She could not
be more definite, because she wished to con-
oeal her own identity, for it WAS evident Mr..
Mowbray did not know her; besides her
natural delicacy shrsnk from inquiring about
a perfect stranger.
The next day, as soon as etiquette allow
ed, Mr Mowbray was seen driving up to the
farm. Nelly appeared, beautifully attired in
a neat morning dress, and looking so fresh
and sparkling, in spite of the late hours Of the
night before, that it could hardly be con-
sidered fattery, when her visitor assured her
that she looked lovlier than her loveliest
roses. Mr. Mowbray was full of regrets at
cruel fate, which, be said, compelled him to
EELuEu 10 Aut ElAl- 4AG NQAA4 Al0N IVANNeNA AAAa
Joy, when Nellys aunt inadvertently, and
to Nelly's secret annoyance, let out the TACT
that, in the fall, Nelly was to pay visit to
an old school mate in Philadelphia, Miss
Mary Stanley.
"Ahl indeed, cried the visitor and his
face flushed with pleasure. 81 am sodelighf-
ed. / have the honor TO know Miss StIn-
lev. You will be quite st home in her set I"
be added, bowing to Nelly, "ior it is by
common consent the most cultivated in the
city"
Nelly bowed coldly. Her old distrust in
the speaker had revived again. Through all
the polish of his manner, and in spite of his
deferentiai admiration, she recognized the
same sneering spirit, which believed in 10th
ing true or good, from which she had shrunk
instinctivcly when a child. During the in
terview, she was civil, but no more. She
could not however, avoid being beautiful (;
nor could she help speaking with the intelli-
qence and spirit which always characterized
her conversation: and so Mr.. MoRbray went
away, more in love than ever.
A few months later found Nelly domiciled,
for the winter, in Philadelphia Hardly had
she changed het travelling dress, when her
friend came into her chamber.
! 81 want you to look your prettiestI to-
night" said Mss Stanley, "for expect q
crowd of beaux, and, among them, Mr.. Now
1 bray, tho brilliant young lawyer, and Mr.
Harvard. The former claims TO have me-
YOU, and raves everywhere about your besu.
". The latter, who is a great artist, and
very critical, laughs at his friend enthusiasm
and says he'd bet you're but only common
! rustic with cheeks like peonies. SO Wist
you to convert the hereto
/ q Only a common rustic, said Nelly TO her
| sell, heartily: and she resolved to be as beau
tiful as possible. Perhaps, too, there was
hslf.formed resolve to bring the offender L
| her feet, in revenge
] A great surprise awaited her. When sh
/ entered the drawing room, that evening, th
first stranger she saw was the identical Clar
epce. who had painted hera a barefooted littl
eirl; and then, for the first time, it fashe
4 upon her this was the gre9. artist who hai
spoken so contemptuously Of her charms
1 Her notion proved correct, for Miss Stanley
Immediately advancing, presented the stran
\ ger TO her as Mr. Harvard. A glance into HI
face reassured Nelly of his identity, and sa
/ islied her that he had not recognized her an
then she turned away, after naughty coui
tesv. to receive the eager felieitsious OF d
Mowbray. iaaia5 q. ..a.
There were feelings of warm her bosol
that evening All her old romance about Cla
ence was warred upon by her indignation,
belle, at his sighting remarks and at h
present indifference. For he had made I
1 attempt to improve his Introduction, but le
her entirely TO the crowd Of other beau
prominent among whom was Mr.. MoW6ra
Pioued and excited, Nelly was even mo
beautiful and witty than usual Late 10 Il
evening, she consented, at Miss Stanley's T
: quest, to play and sing. She hrst dashed 9
| some brilliant waltzes; then played bits OF
few operas; and at last at Mr.. Mowbray
yolicitation, sang several ballads. Few pc
ems had such a sympathetic voice, and Ola
erce, who was passionately fond OF mnsi
dngw near fascinated. After singing, VA
are We sure the news is true 2" "Bonnie Du
dee. p and others which had been asked to
Clare euce said:
aAnd may !, too, ask for my fayorite
sCsrtaiuly," she answered, with the lea
bit Of hauter. "Whst is itg" s'.5is- 81. sais
! qOhI too sad, perhaps, for so gay col
] pauyl The Land Of the beaL hard
dare hope you'll consent
It was her favorite also, and her vo
G slightly trembled, and she begaa. From th
! or some other cause she sang them as ev
e she had never sung them before and, Wh
J, she finished, her eyes were fall of tears. {
would have given much to have seen Cli
Y anee's face, but she could not trust herself
d look up and partly to conceal her enoti
d partly by a sudden impulse, she struck il
n The niserers of Il Trovatore.H Nobody th
$. had ever before realized the full tragedy
D, that saddest yet most beautinl dirge. ~
q. tbe selfish heart Of Mr.. Mowbray was aft
ie ted. When the last chord had died away,
t. YVES the first to speak, and be was profust
ID admiration and thanks. But Clarence
er nothing. Nelly, at last looking toward b
in saw that bis eyes had been dim as wei
of her own. She felt that his silence Was
N mos eloquent of compliments, and from
n hour forgaEe him having called her q " q
lg mon rustic. a75r e T.-i la5..5.