Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1863-05-29
prom the Saturday Evening Post.)
HETWEEN THE ACTS.
BY RUFUS HARE.

Skin like satin, with delicate blush in
cheek and lip dark blue eyes, liquid as VIC.
lets after shower, sweet mobile mouth /:
masses of sunny hair loopcd away with or.
ange blossoms, and shining where the light
touched it, like FURNISHED gold--there was
not in the whole Academy (albeit an Opera
night another face as bewilderingly lovely
as that Nor as recherche toilet. She sat
nearly opposite to us a creamy opera cloak
about her shoulders, arobe of royal purple,
heavily embroidered, flowing over the velvet
seat. One small hand in its delicate glove
rested upon the cushion, the diamonds on it's
wrist flashing and trembling in the light, like
dew upon lily; the other swayed curious
fan slowly to and fro, every fuctuation STIR
ring the soft hair upon her temples and the
lace about her white throat. be-
:" Who is she2 Do you know her ?" I
asked Melodius Silverstring, who sat beside
me busy with his opera glass. ina@
He nodded and laughed: . ..g. I'D
"You have heard me speak of the beauty
of Constance Willing-have exaggerated,
do you think ?" -....s-. = ill.,. =
Twas silent The admiration felt could
not be put into words, least of ali to my CON-
panion. .-,.- .... a'
F" Who are those people with herr" a.
The dowager on her left, in black satin
and guipure, is her mother; the stout gen.
tleman to the right, with the bald head and
the Dogberry nose her--By Jove! what a
pretty face /" cried the volatile Melodius, dis
tracted by fresh shoal of opera-cloaks.
!" Her father, suppose" suggested I, as a
gentle reminder. - -. =
"Ah beg,pardon, the stout gentleman,
you mean-that's her husband (don't cape,
it isn't becoming,) her husband, Ingersoll
Goldccken, Esq, one of the richest brokers
Of Third Street. Did you not hear of the
wedding? Miss Kilmansegg's wasn't a cir
cumstance to it,"
Beauty and the Beast t?" grumbled IT,
Why she is mere child, and he
Make room boys" interrupted familiar
voice, and our friend Captain Fred. Rivers,
dropped down among US. ia got,#5sa,r. "a
you, Rufus? Full house, this, for war times,
oh? The Germans make better fist at ii
than the Italians" 5af Il yn8 II,
f" When did you get up, Fred /? !" said I. r
Left Washington yesterday after some
deserters. Didn't expect to stop this long,
but touched at your rooms as was pass
ing, and F}eischuts' tempted me. Is Jo-
hannscn as fine as--Hold on :" and Fred.
snatched at Silyerstring's opera glass, /" Isn't
that Constance Willing? Jupiter Tonans
but she is glorious! and old Moneybags is
the foil. Well, well |" said Fred, dropping
the glass and stroking his blonde moustache
dreamilv, /" what green world it is, after
all! One, stiff and cold in the squalid bed
of an hospital the other Drawing it out,
bright-haired and blooming, in diamonds and
an opera cloak" Ia5 y 'a'ln
s'' You rave, man." said I. 81
!" | wish | did. You remember Harry Sin
gleton, boys?"
Of course we did.
/" lie is dead" said Fred, looking gloomil,
at the stage 'a''s
Melodius was annoyed. He was flippan
butterfly, darting up and down only the gay
gardens of life. Tho.e might be deserts
there might be dark, sombre spots, ther,
might be destitution and misery and ever
death somewhere, but he didn't want to hea
Of it. What was it to him? What. indeed
He shivercd and fell of to the companion
ship Of an opera cloak close by.
| Fred was too preoccupied to notice this dc
| fection.
Yes, Harry Singleton is dead" he re-
peated, slowly, and that woman over there
-glancing at the beautiful, smiling face,--
Constance Willing, Mrs. Ingersoll Goldeck
en-, il she likes that better, is his murderes
] in the sight Of God