The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-10-08

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d CHAPTER II.
And pray, uncle William, who Is this ir
resistible Adonis2 4 quite long to NEE
him.,
Your desire will be granted then, for
have invited him to pass some weeks at Mil
ton, and be has accepted my invitation. HI
will be here to. day or 10 morrow. TAX,
care Of your heart. or poor Lionel will soor
have cause to be jealous.' -i.4.e +,T
'Mr. Carletok has no right to be jealous,
said Louisa HaEleton, quickly; nor is my
heart as susceptible as you insinuate. By
the way, 1t is now eigh'een months since
Lionel went abroad. and 1t is several weeks
Since he has written. Can he be coming
homer
Not all unlikely. He writes we'll, Lulyl
well! He writes the most charming let
ters ever read. No published account 40
count Of a European trip that 7 have eyel
read compares with his letters in interest
wit or grace. His familiarity with the mod
ern languages gives him an insight into thu
manners Of each country, while his ready
pen, his keen observation, and alterna ations o
gravity and wit, make his letters per fec
models OF composition, interesting narrative
and graceful address,
She blushed little, and then said:
III he was not such frighth ... ..-,-t
We'll, you can't make that charge against
the man | expect to. morrow. He is one Of
the handsomest men have ever seen.
am not very expert at portrait painting, Lou
but / can give you some idea OF him. lie is
tall, with broad shoulders, full chest, and an
erect, manly carriage. A symmetrical Her
cules. His features are regular, and he has
the most expressive dark eyes. His hair is
very dark. almost black, and curls in thick
strong little curls all over his head, and his
mouth and teeth are faultless. His smile is
the most winning ever saw
Mr.. Murray, Sir said servant, entering
the drawing room. Ey nsaa r#3 ~
.Ah Show him in, James. He hoped
to get here to day, but was afraid he would
be detained until to morrow he added turn.
ed to Mrs. Raymond. +,.se
we are glad to welcome him at any time,
said the lady, and rising at the same moment
to meet the stranger az be entered. E.
Louisa acknowledged that her uncle had
not overdrawn the portrait. as she raised
her eyes to return his graceful, courteous
greeting. r..... g.
well might uncle William warm me to
guard my heart = said she as herself, as the
afternoon wore on, never saw such las
cinating manners
Now, Lucy, some music,' said her uncle,
as they returned TO the drawing room alter
tea. -
But, unele-----' 4 81 lar#' ta
oh Mr.. Murray is a musician himself
so open the piano9
Permit me- said the gentleman, taking
Louisa's place atthe heavy lid Of the piano
And now that it is, ,open,' she said gaily
let me hear you prove my uncle's assertion
Willingly This is just the hight lod the
dreamy German music which prefer above
all others. Have you ever heard this, Miss
llszslIonr ndshe begaRto play The WALTZ
which exactly answered his description. II
Louisa listened to it with crimson cheeks
for the aisewas one which she herself had
often played for Lionel, and which he had
always asked for, when the choice of the
music lay with him go ''' '''
Mr.. Murray had not been many days at
Milton, when Louisa perceived that the
young gentleman was making love to her.
mere was hOt tn0 ollEhlCoL uOuUt vi H.
Every hour was filled with the thousand at
tentions which lover offers to a fair lady
whose heart he hopes to win; and the deli
cacy of his manners, his grace, and courtesy,
and the mixture Of devoted respect with
manly protection, made every hour Of his
presence delightful; and Louisa whispered
to hersel', that, il her conjectors were true
and he loved her, he should be Eo despairne
swain She sighed sometimes when Lonel'S
letters came under her notice; but one tho't
of his face and manner brought the contrast.
ing Mr. Murray and she was glad, the year
being over without his return, to feel thaI
she was free.
They were in the library one morning
Mr.. Murray reading aloud, while Louisa anc
her aunt were sewing, when Mr.. Raymond
came In. s'% '''
'Luly, have letter here which I wan
copied, and | am very busy. Win you do il
for me2'
If 1 can be useful said MIR. Murray
pray command me- .....4s .t,-.ft... a..
Thank you. my dear fellow. Louey, gel
Mr.. Murray some paper ID"
She fingered moment near him, as hc
commenced his task, and, as he. wrote, sht
followed the motion Of his hand as hand a.
il fascinated. Her uncle and aunt botf
left the room; still he wrote and she watched
him. The letter was shortone, and, al
he wrote the last word, he pushed away th'
paper, and for the first time looked up.
MISS ,Hazelton! lihought you went out
with Mr.. Raymond, You--l--'
She was looking at him earnestly, and he
colored, hesitated, and finally stopped speak
ing. >i3 u 3a5'ar at14 a-i '''.5
After moment OF silence, he raised hi
eyes again with mute, imrlOrips complec
i thought the handwriting was familiar,
she said; and now your eyes betray you.--
Yet. you are much altered, Lionel
| Only inasm,ich as have regained ny
health and become more accustomed to soci
ETY.. Believe me, Louisa, my heart is un
changed, true always to you. You have
discovered me. Your uncle and aunt knew
who was their guest before he landed, ant
gave their consent to his trying to win hi
vile, unprejudiced by her old indifference O.
dislike. Louey, you know, you have Ions
known my love. Can you now give me
what you once refused, word OF hoper n
There, reader, You and Twill leave, onl,
re-entering with Mrs. Raymond, an hou
later, to find Louey all smiles and blushes
the promised vile ofd!at hideous man. 4.
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O-"Well, what next?" said Mrs. Part
ipgton, as she interrupted Ike. who wa
reading the war news, "the pickets wer
driven in five miles Bless my poor soul
but that will make strong fence. l sup
pose they had to be driven in deep to keeI
tbs secessionists from digging out unde
| them." o'a'
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SO high above the road, and birds, which d.
higher, never have any on their wings, .
the heart that knows how to fly high enoug
escapes those little cares and vexation whiel
brood upon the earth but cannot rise abov
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