The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-10-25

not find your way into the little quiet
street but once
Likely not, answered Belle composed
ly; but is your happiness quite bound up
in me? Besides, what has oil this to do
with Jack Waringp'
Much for that is precisely the way he
talked. He would have my reasons for
refusing him; he had actually the impu.
dence to say that my face belied my
words; and he looked at me, and persist
ed, till, like u fool, stammered out the
truth
'Well?'
Then he talked very much as you did
just now and, when / was obstinate,
blazed up suddenly, and said that such
arguments were to his love like walls of
paper, or wreatheS of sea foam. That I'M
der superficial crust of folly and fash
! ionahse cNS> SAS,s~h INC impertinence, ac-
tually, to say that,) had u better, finer
nature. That loved him, and was ca
pable flowing him well, and that should
do so-he would make me. lie looked
and spoke royalty, and liked him better
than ever, Belle, but / knew that it was
only madness to yield, and so we parted.
That was the true madness, murmur.
ed Belle.
'You are intoerable = exclaimed Lutte,
springing up and then reseatng onrSelf
Il know am, but you haven't finished
your story
why, came here because thought
he wouldn't visit the watering places, and
! | wanted to avoid him, but he followed
me here
Followed you! Why, he came with
Del Morton and her brother, said Belle,
with world of quiet meaning.
Lutte flushed Instantly.
well, he is quite welcome to stay with
her. He seems to have lost all sense.
To see them in the water to day oh!
Mr.. Waring, are YOU sure you have hold
Of me? You won't let me go, will you y
And then to hear him: Let you go!-I
would never let you go if you would be
contented to STAY in voice loud enough
for the whole company to hear. was
disgusted'
That was quite evident
Lutte got up hastily and began to braid
her hair
Il will never tell you anything more
she said
Till the next time murmured Belle to
herself, going on screnely with her read
ing.
1t is fortunate that there is nothing vol
canic in our nature that we cannot over
whelm OUR neighb0rS with an eruption Of
anger and contempt, or cause social
Vtl ,nlr hVv i .(, IL.
might Grant Baracole'S lovely little cottage
have been made social Pompvii before
the day was oVer. Lutte was in the cool,
excessively polite and majestic state OF
indignation.
Del Morton was little pink and.white
beauty, quite radiant, just then, i'll a be-
coming organdy, and the consciousness of
having eclipsed the belle of the season.
You left US early she said to Lutte
'Were you cold? You looked excessively
blue. We >taid in, OH ages, al,crwaid.'
i see no wrinkles or crows-(ert; no
marks Of such venerable experience put
IN Belle, coming, as she often did, to the
rescue.
oh! there are hours that seem min
utes. and vice versa, you know said Lutte.
time, or rather its measurement is mere
Iy relative
| see that you think so, Miss Ward
law said Jack Waring. Every day
since we have been here, you have prom
lSed to go with me to ride, the next after
noon; as time is only relative, probably
you meant sometime in the next century,
There is nothing SO wonderful in that
since it is plain that you arc fully engaged
for this, answered Lutte, with spirit.
Bravon exclaimed Belle, at a low
breath.
This century, but not this afternoon
persisted Mr. Waring. 'The horses are
coming now. Will you go:'
Lutte glanced at Dels dscomlited face.
1t wasn't in woman to resist such an OPP
portunity to triumph, and she went.
Coming back late, Lutte, who hadn't
spoken one earnest word during the ride,
admonished Jack to hasten, saying, Del
viii be so lonesome
AS if cared. he replied
why do You say that? DO oyouknow
like sincerity?'
You practice, then, very little what
you like
What do you mean?
Simply that you haven't been guilty
Of truthful look or word for the last two
weeks. o Lutte when will you dare to
be your noble self-an earnest, loving
wonlan?'
And you
'Oh am ashamed of myself and the
mart I hoyn ,,Iuuod 'r,nut ,,,, a., ,.,,, III
in future, | will never again resort to
Stratagem or act untruths. Win you
will, but it shall be by the power of real
love, not by the aid Of an unworthy
feigning.'
Lutte was silent, and when Mr.. Waring
spoke again, he commenced new para
graph.
Lutte, when are you going to throw off
allegiance to Mrs. Grundy? DO you
think she will ever love Won half as well
as : that she will make yon happy as
coud-ay, and willy Has she done so
much for you that she has the right to de-
mand the sacrifice of our happncss?-
Arc you really afraid to trust yourself to
me? DO You really doubt that my arm
is strong enough to uphold you in the
battle of this lite?'
No. crept out half-unconsciously from
Lutc's lips,
VIII you trust me?'
What could she do? She had used her
negative her next answer was affrma-
tive, periorce. The ensuing conversation
no way concerns us. 1t is enough that
Del Morton's Irritation was nipped in the
bud, and that though Mrs. Grundy proph-
eeies, Lutte Ro'longer listens to the oracle.
New York Mercury.
SoLoN enacted that children who did not
maintain their parents in old age. when in
want, should be branded with infamy, and
lose the privilege of citizens; he, however,
excepted from the rules those children
whom their parents had taught no trade,
nor provided with other means of procur-
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