Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1862-08-13
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FLoArED out on the fragrant air the waltz
music, burning, delirious. The rich bloom on
Lute's clear brown cheek deepened into the
red Of wet coral, or the flschias that burned
in the snow Of her dress and dropped among
her broad black braids and the long eyelash-
es Gell With sudden sweep to hide the pleas
ure flashing too brightly in her lustrous eyes.
Jack Centyre's name was on line with the
"Gunst Werber1 on her tablets. He was
coming across the room to claim her hand
and she tangled the chains Of her fan and her
boquet-holder inextricably together. The
liking of a year could no longer be masked
by cold tones and words. 1t struggled about
her mouth. looked shyly from her downcast
EYES, spoke in the very tremor Of the little
hand resting in his as they gIided of into the
wild music groaning, quivering, and whirling
about them, making itself one with motion,
aDd a part ofihe thrill ard shuddered delight
pulsing their every vein.
In the center of the brilliant rooms he bent
low his handsome head till his bright hair
touched her glowing cheek, aud whispered:
Farewell, lover
Lutte looked up aghast; her eyes met his
fun Of tenderness and warning The music
tainted, died almost away.
"AsI was saying" went on Jack steadily,
Z" this waltz beat is noticeable in all"
It bursts out again; his voice sank low, his
lips murnIured close in her ear:
(" I came here to say farewell Walls have
ears, writing may betray. I leave Nashville
70 night"
Another whirl and rush Of music; then
Lute's voice, faint and trembling:
Leave for whstY
For our country, Lute-lor the Stars and
StHpes-for the Unionr'
He tightened his grasp as she spoke, for she
seemed falling. Another turn took them with
in the arch Of the conservatory door. A fail
Of aeeey curtains separated them frem the
glaring, heated rooms and the faint rays
streaming tom a single globe Of ground glass
alone did battle with its shadows. He drew
her into its dimmest corner, still holding her
fast. She struggled slightly, with timid hands
tried Intellectually to free herself from bis firm
clasp then dropped her face, crimson even in
the darkness, low, lower till it was hidden
quite on his shoulder.
Two hours later shall be flying ike
ielon, travelling IN the darkness, hiding by
day, hunted down,perhaps, ike dog orslave, -
he said hurrisdly. Think how little heart I
had for this; but could not go without say
ing goodbye to you"
Where is the needy she asked with a
shudder.
Every need-the direst. Our flag and
our Government are not idle words, LATTE
snowy insignia brought out to grace a galaday, /
nothing worth in themselves. They have been
our very lie and breath all these years and
like the air, because unseen, they have been
unvalued-their very existence almost denied.
Now he day Of our trial is upon US and let
him be called coward and slave who shrinls
or falters."
"And L"
The words escaped uncousciously. She was
thinking Of that dear head lying low in some
ditch or on some mountain ridge, upturne6
blankly to the sky, cold and dead His stern
set face relaxed suddenly, and the dark flame
IN his eyes melted into infinite tenderness. J.