The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-10-25
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1t din't require an HdipuS to guess
that Lutte WaldIaw was in desperately
bad humor. She Wrung out her long hair,
still dripping with salt water, as if it had
been the neck of some woman who had
called her ugly; she braided it halfway,
and then pulled it down, with an excla-
nation Of impatience; and finally flung
herself down on the floor near the sofa,
from which Belle Pima was watching her
with an expression of intense amaz-ment
What u wrctched wolld' She said,
Grossly
Meaning yourself! sail Belle, some
what mnllciUu>Iy.
Lutte shrugged her shoulders
Not |. am very well; only hate
to see persons make such fools Of them
selves as
Wei, who:'
No matter.
But it does matter. Do you think
you are to rouse my curiosity in this
fashion for 10 hing: However, guess
whom you mean, and quite agree With
Won. The way in which Jack Waring
and Del Morton went on to-day in the
water, certainly was absurd, though |
don't see why you should disturb your
self about it.
Lutte was qni,t for an instant, hcsita-
,ny, apparently. There was Il little flush
on her check, and her lip, were Compress
Ell, As il she Mere crushing out some
weakness, IL bard tone in her voice, speak
ing OF victory over some tender and better
porti,tn Of her nature.
Il don't know why | should sit here,
hlushing aud stammering like school
girl, She continued, suddenly. Nothing
could be more absurd than the who,e
matter. 1t might even find place in
yeliow-covtred annals, or, to speak more
after the fashion Of the day, be bound in
gilt or ultra marine, or resplendent pur-
pie, and be stiSmatzed as that love of Il
book by all the coming generation of
young ladyism.'
w hat a preface? What can you be
going to cOniess?' asked Belle, in mock
CONSERVATION.
Confess Oh, if you are going to tax e
that tone, have done. have nothing
to confess. | AIN only going to tell You
ABOUT Jack Waring. When nc first came
home, yon must know that he became
desperately smltten with your humble
servant.
Is that all? Why everybody knew
that, long ago. The only question that
remained to be settled was, how far you
returned it? !, for one, could not make
you out.
Lutte twisted little ring around and
around her finger for a while, aud then,
with another sudden move, SAID
Belle, | will tell you the truth.
must speak out to somebody. | did like
him. You know the list of my tiirtationS.
Are they not all written in our correspon-
denceg But never cared for any of
them as did for him. Imagine, Belle
Many time | caught myself thinking |
could go and live with him in house
somewhere on the east side of town, or in
the country, and be happy.
Well, why not?'
Why not? What would every one
have said! No carriage, no parties. no
society. Not that | care anything about
them particularly. They are dreadful
bore. You don't know how tired am OF
everything our glaring par'ors, where
everything is sham or an outrage upon
beauty, and where you can't find your
way in the wilderness of china and books;
of that miserable round of calls, where We
all lie to each other of those odious
French women. who cheat and insult us
in the same breath; of the parties, where
are always the same faces, and stupiditieS,
and atrocities; of the watering places,
where we have the winter rehashed and
favored with salt or spring water; of
the
But what has oil this to do with Jack
Waring!'
'Oh, | only meant to say that cared
nothing for these things in themselves /;
but shouldn't like to have Mrs. Grundy
say Poor Mrs Waring F.! what miser-
able match she made One would have
thought she had more sense. To think
of the brilliant prospects she had, and
there she is living in some quiet street !;
and they do say she keeps but one girl !;
though no one knows quite certainly, as
she is not at all in society,"
Is happiness, then, in proportion 20
ones number of Irish servantsy = inquired
Belle.
Very well,' said Lutte, pettishly but
you know in your hcart that you would