The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1864-08-03
3 Capital Story.
THE FATE OF A COQUETTE
By JOSIE ". In.

it was one of the most desirable situations
in that section of the State. The house was
built of stone, two stories high, with wide
and spacious hall traversing the center on
either side Of which were suites of rooms Of
ample dimensions. 1t had been erected a
century before it came into its present own
er's possession and now presented venera-
ble aspect. The rude storms of more than
hundred years had left distinct traces be-
hind in the blackened appearance of the
stone, visible wherever the eye rested, A
porch ran along the entire front Of the
house, about which great variety of vines
clustered, Intervening their tendrils, and
afording a delightful shade On the grad
ually sloping sward a variety of trees cast
their shadows, among which the elm and
the oak were conspicuous, raising their ma
jestic heads, like stalwart giants toward the
heavens--toe only remnant Of a mighty for
est, in which the red man and the deer had
rored before the foot Of enterprise had in
vaded the soil On the right and within a
short distance flowed the river, with islands
Of great picturesqueness gemming its sur
face; and on the left reaching from near the
house to the road, extended long lane bor-
dered by trees. The situation possessed
great beauty, and the improvements which
the owner had made displayed refined taste
and studied attention to comfort.
Where now stands the suberb ediicc,
there was once neat little two story dwell
ing, it stood some thirty PAGES back from
the street and in front was most beauti-
tul yard, abounding with great variety Of
shrubbery and flowers \ widow in moder-
ate circumstances lived there, who enter
tanned a few boarders; she had but one
child, blue-oyed daughter Of fifteen. Rose
Irvine had imbbad the meekness Of her
mother, and all her acts were characterized
by graceful moderation, She was passion
ately fond Of her birds, and every sunny
morning she might be seen placing the
green wire cage in her chamber window,
from whence sweet carols emanatcd inspiring,
and enlivening Joy for the one that lett her
early couch in time to wander among the
blooming lilacs and geraniums beneath,
while the fresh dew Of morn yet rested on
them. ...
At the time spoken of, these were the
boarders: the two Miss Wilton Wallace
Clifford, and Urban Bradley Miss Maude
Wilton was an old maid, very neat in her
apparel, perhaps more particularly so, than
when she was not so old she possessed
somewhat naughty disposition and irritable
temper. Her sister, Florence was only six
teen, exquisitely beautiful, and full Of ro-
nance The parents of the Miss Wilton's
resided in the country, and had sent the
iatter,to Oakwood to mplete her education
and tlither Miss Maude accompanied her for
protection The spinster herself feared not
TO face the fortune hunting adyenturer; and
# p3tcnance she smiled on such q visitor, it
certainly must have been in dersion, for she
constantly warned the unsuspacting Flor
en1e to heed not the batteries of the strange
young gentleman, however proposing might
be their exterior.
Wallace Clifford was an orphan, but pro-
tested BY chilaless aftiuent uncle. He was
about nineteen years of age, and was study
ing one of the learned professions Urban
Bradley was tall handsome man, perhaps
thirty; possessed ofmany accomplishments
he was a general tavoritc with the ladies' ---
His reputed fortune vested in the stocks,
detracted nothing from his other qualitica-
tons in the eyes Of Miss Maude. This she
whispered to her sister.
1t happened ere long that Urban wuis-
pered his batteries to Florence, and received
smiles in return. At length every evening
brought crowd of admirers that hung in
admiration over the charming Florence,
whilst her delicate fingers, as white as the
ivory they swept over elected the thrilling
tones of the piano. Her voice lauded, and
she soon conceived those dangerous fancies
OF her perfection, which result in coquetry.
Once when stroing in the flower garden
she observed Wallace Clifford present the
gentle Rose with rich boquet orence
admired the beauty Of the youth, and was
now resolved to be the mistress of the
hearts of all the handsome young men. She
therefore culled the most exquisite young
flowers she could find, which. when formed
in o wreath she gave to Wallace Rose cast
down her eyes with something like an eX-
precision of modification, aud taking from
her bosom the boquet, said
'Take this too Wallace.
"No, Rose, will not take back the gift
FLORENCE but teaches me to be more magni-
tcent in my next present. ta ...,..
And she hopes he has taught you to
wnom to give it." said Florence. casting her
dark eyes on Wallace. Though Rose obser-
ved this, and well understood its import,
yet her lowly circumstances had impaired to
her innocent nature mild humility, and she
remained silent. She then gided away
perhaps to indulge tear in secret ..
Wallace was much attached to Rose, but
never thought Of love With blithe as
pect, he enjoyed the practiced witcheries Of
the coquette, until Miss Maude voice was
heard, calling to Florence e.l t..
Come away, sister, Mr.. Bradley is com
ing. ~ 5a~-a. yt .g.f
F'Tell her Mr.. Clifford is already here"
remarked the samewhat nettled youth.
II vii! return soon, said Florence You
know I don't care anything for Mr.. Brad
lcy.p nII .lr ~. sa54,
But Wallace hurried awry, stung most
bitterly He did not love Florence; but
how is one to escape the upas influence Of a
coquette?' Love is not the only passion
they excite. Wallace was piqued, too, at
the effrontery of Miss Dlaude, who might at
least have whispered her intelligence to her
sister, and he now hated the old maid most
heartily.
Turning, hebeheld Florence endeavoring
all in her power to facinate Mr. Bradley.
''Not care for him, y muttered Wallace,
who now behcld glittering ring on Flor,
ence's finger, placed there by Urban -
Now continued the ambitious youth,
''just for my Qualification ! am determined
20 be revenged | will court her every op-
portunity lhayc, and then play her own
game on her. y Saying this he strolled on
ward amid a labyrinth Of rose bushes and
many vines, meditating the means Of effect
ing ms purpose. ne pauSseut, auS9ut,s suuuenly asi he
heafd these words =
4Alasi thas it Is to be poorp' THROUGH
the interstices of clustering hohtysucEle-
he beheld the pale, thoughtful face-of Rose.
She was standing in the summer ( house,
with heNeyes resting on the boquet which
she still held in her hand. Without suppo-
sing what might be the cause of her abb
stractius Wallace entered and placed his
wreath on her forehead. asD a ~
''Did / not say was taught to make my
ucyt gift more magnificent. "-'e'' ~ %