The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-03-08

sprang thence into the sky, making sport
GoE thegueStS of Pomsroy when they weRt
forth hawking. Beyond and around lay
the deep, dense forest, covered with huge
trees, some more than century old
1t was q noble and q lovely scene, and
those two who were there together were
well worthy Of the scene.
He was tall and fair, and his frame was
well knit, although it had not yet arrived
at the full tension of the muscle and the
Drawn Of manhood. She was we'll formed,
and had masses OF rich clustering hair re-
lieving the blush rose hues of her cheeks.
Her smile was like sunshine, and her voice
had witching charm and power over
those who heard it, that they would grow
hushed at once, if only its tones, like those
of silver clarion, subdued and rendered
the Sweeter, reached their eager ears.
J They. were talking idly, heedlcssly,
about war-about peace-about love
about the joys Of home; yet somehow or
other, there was attention wanting about
her, and carnestncss about him. There
were themes pregnant with deep meaning,
as all must acknowledge; yet, as they ban
died them about from the one to the ether,
they became mere things of pastime. And
tbr3 oEE3se Of disappointment, Of wear-
ness, fell upon them. Still they made an
effort to carry on the conversation, lest a
ludicrous sense Of embarrassment should
add to their present difficulty, and wear-
ness become greater pain.
9rslE, Re.Yy, k<iaFFc! &c he2r yats sag
you love lady's hover; to list the twang.
ing of the lutte and those same encrvating
PIovencal dittirs which may be fit for
pages and galantS, who wear slashed silks
but scarcely suited to men who wear har-
ness on their backs, and whose work must
be done in the field where spears form a
forest, and the only music heard is the
sound of sword or shield, or the blood
stirring voice Of the leader shouting out
his war cryn
He looked into her earnest, kindling
face with smie-a smile that was du.
bious, and yet tender 1t was the smile
Of one who mi ght ;riflingly have been
speaking the words he had no belief in,
Just as he might prattle to child, to keep
it still, when something hath ruitied its
quiet.
Quickly. and in part guessing at the
meaning of this smile, she added, while a
quick blush oversprcad her check:
'Why, you yourself said so but now.
i, Geneyieve!' he quickly exclaimed.
i scarcely think so.
Then you led me to infer so, at least.
But it skillS not talking on this matter
more; let us pass to another subject.
with all my heart! What Shall it be?'
said Berry.
Nay, start it Yourself she returned
i am not skilled in the commencement of
disputations.'
We'll, then, you are very lovely, Gene
vieve!' And Lord Berry turned hlS fair
face and expressive eyes upon her. Nv c
surely shall not dispute-or, should say,
dif'er-upcn Il matter that is so sclt.eyi-
dent
Indeed, but we>shallp And Gene
We've, with an incpicnt pout, broke out
into laugh. Rather let US return
'Ilome-to the castle?' asked her COM
panion.
Are you tired Of my company, Berry ?
asked Gencvieve, in Il voice SO touching
and pathetic, that it smote his heart to
think that creature so gentle should
deem him cruel.
| No, dcarest--sSter - cou>in-bcSt be-
loved of minc,' he said, with a gloomy
countcnance, and startling emphasis OF
cxrHestness, whick nade her alternately
pale and red with the rush of newly ava
kcncd emotions.
U Berry" exclaimed Gencvieve, how
you have made my heart bcat' she mur-
nurcd, beat and fiuttcr; And you never
spoke so before.
Have startled you in telling you that
| loved you, Gvnevicve he proceeded,
with something like deibcraton. And
yet have for long! 90 most dearly love
you"
oh, hush hush y she broke out hur-
redly if but your lady mother should
hear you!' -
%ycll, what then?' asked Lord Berry,
TRANQUILITY.
Il know not. But let US speak Of some
thing else
True, forgot. think you do not like
to hear me speak of-love"
The emphasis and manner of his re-
peating the word stung her once more,
and almost with tears in her sweet, sunny
eyes, she looked up to him, and said, i'm
plorlngly:
Pray, spare Inc reproach. IL had no
will to hurt you.
Nor have you, Genevievc-nor have
you, dearest.
And this he said so frankly, that she
believed him.
Thank you, murmured Genevieve-
pressing his arm gently; that is better
DO you stand in any dread of my moth
er, fair cousin = added Lord Berry, after
pause.
She gave a start of surprise !; but she,
too, paused, as if to think we'll over the
question that was put to her.
'Non she answered, finally. love
her too well to fear her; and, cousin, she
added, 4 do not think fear any living
thing
'Certes!' he exclaimed, little drily,
that is brave thing for a maiden to say'
Nay; but meant that so far as the
strong heart, and not the weak woman's
frame, is concerned. do not think
fear
why. that is well put, toe, answered
Lord Berry, in somewhat absent man
ner then abruptly added:
This, of course, will chime in little
while with what We were first conversing
about. Love on the one hand, courage on
the other and you, in turn, would smile
upon the knight-the soldier, presume;
| since !, who speak of a lovers Lutte, or a
lady's bower, have spoken beside tho mark
at which you aim =
.Ay, verify, do H. she answered, with a
flashing eye. Il admire the daring-the
courage-the fertile resources-the un-
hesitating calm of the knight who, on his
good sword, and with his biting faulchion
in his grasp, can, in the moment of the
most Imminent danger. stand cool and un-
moved, smiling at the ghastly death that
seems to menace him, and while ready to
meet it, is quick to avert the menace
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