Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1863-05-08
\ popular Story.
THE RASH DEED.
BY LOUISA NJ. LUTHER.

4 cheerful fire burned in the CRATE
An elegant sofa was wheeled directly in
front Of it, and an embroidered footstool
ready for the feet of the expected occu-
pant
Mr. Moore, tall, commanding look
ing man, in black velvet slippers and sill
ver-grey wrapper, his evening costume,
entered and took his accustomed seat. A
young girl was flirting from window to
window, christening the curtains and ar
ranging the folds as they fell in rich vol
umes to the floor After she has thus
brought out the fre-light and lamp light
into brighter relief by the scarlet and
orange-colored drapery on which they
flashed, she looked around with a smiling
countenance, as if pleased with the air
Of home born comfort and luxury that
pervaded the room. Then she put a
green shade over the lamp to soften its
moonlight splendor, and drew a beauti-
full transparent screen before her father,
so as to intercept the too glowing heat Of
the fire.
d" Aud now" said she, seating herself
at bis side, "now for your evening sere-
made, father" and she began to MARBLE
with the sweetness and volubility Of the
nightingale :" That is a new song
have just learned. Is it not charming p
Z" | am not in a musical vein tonight,
Lena"
4" Are you not? | am sorry, for l feel
most particularly melodious ! wish my
harp was strung, for that might please
you better"
No"
Would you like the guitar ?"
mo"
" You don't feel musical Tonight
/ Let me read to you. have a very in
teresting book here, whose leaves ! have
Just cut open. Oh, how | love the fra
GRANGE of new book !" she cried, uu-
folding it and burying her face within the
| leaves. d" 1t is sweet as a newborn
rose"
"Put up the book" said Mr. Moore,
crossing his arms majestically over his
breast, and uttering an imposing hem.
" am not in literary humor."
~ am sorry cannot amuse you, sir, "
she said. " If you please, will take
my book aud sit quietly in the corner,
like a good little girl, without disturbing
your meditations."
You are not so very little, Lena
quite full grown young lady"
/
Don't call me young lady, father ;
| cannot bear that expression. What
ever may be to others, let me be still a
little girl to you" seating herself at his
side, she put one arm around his neck
and laid her cheek against bis.
"Come, Lena" said he graycly, kiss.
ing her, then taking her hand" this is
all very sweet and pretty; bat just now
want you to be serious, and give your
individual attention to what | have to
say. I have had long Interview with
Mr. Lee. He thinks with me that there
is no use in delay Time can make no
difference in our Intentions"
Neither can it mine" answered Le-
IA, with q lone voice and frightened
color.
IL know of no intentions young la
dy can have in opposition to parents
will" said Mr.. Moore, with great en-
/ phasis. Sat least, do not admit Of
their existence"
"They may, however, have as deep a
life as if the admission were made" re-
piled the daughter.
" am not about to engage in use
less discussion" said Mr.. Moore, utter
ing bis words coldly and deliberately,
giving each word their due weight and
accent; ~ my own mind is made up, and
nothing can change its decision. lie is
young man Of talent, with completed