The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-05-12
MARRIED FLIRTATlONS.

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mufmur Of seIa.ating couples, and the III
suppressed yawns Of weary "Wall-f0wers
/ that followed in the wake Of every brilliant
waltz: Kate Elwyn stood in the recess OF
the window, playing carelessiy with the
faded iessamines and tube-r0ses OF her
buoquet, while her blue, lovely eyes, wan
dered anziously from one piace to another,
evidently 10 quest Of some familiar coun-
tenauce, which they could nos discover,
There were few mere beautiful faces
/ than her own, even in that festive crowd,
where half the bellies IL the Union had
! brought their diamonds and bright eyes to
dazzle the grave politicians and Law makers
/ Of the land. Rather beneath the medium
size, with the fragile delicacy Of fairy,
T her complexion had the transparent wazeH
/ bloom that you look for only in children,
while her heavy bands of golden hair lay
over hersomewhat low forehead in ripping
waves Of amber. Very dark blue eyes,
translucent as a sapphire Of the first wa
ter, and a little crimson mouth, curved
( like Cupid's bow, gave additional PIquan-
cy to her face, and altogether she was as
perfect q specimen of the radiant blonde
as one often sees, out Of picture gallery,
or a novel.
! Suddenly her cheeks blOssOmed into
roses, and her whole counteuance bright
ened, as a tall and rather elegant looking
| gentleman llnguidIy sauntered toward her
Charley, I thought you we're never
coming
I've only been downto the supper-rOom
for a few. moments, ny dear. IN sorry you
have missed me. Anything I can do for
you now?' ~.
Tes-do get my shawl and far and
we'll 90 up stairs. It's after one clock,
and I am completely tired out
Couldn't, my dear, sad Mr.. ElWJn,
breaking a moss rose from his wife s bou-
quet, and fastening it jauntingly into his
coat. I'm engaged for three waltzes and
a quadrille. Miss Raymond would never
forgive me for deserting her.
Kate lip curlei baughtily, and deeper
shade of crimson stole into her cheek.
jealous, eh?' laughed her husband,
patting her bright hair lightly. Now
Kate, that's little too silly Of you. Don't
you know that at place like this a man
is expected to make himself generally
agreeable to the ladies'? Pray, my dear,
don't become so absurd and Ridiculous as
( to
! And SO, Interrupted Mrs. Elwyn, bit
terIy, your wife's wishes and cOn7enienees
are secondary to Miss Baymond's will
'The green eyed monster has certainly
invaded your peace, my love ! said Mr..
Elwyn. Upon my word, l have always
given you credit for little more common
scnse.'
Charles said Kate quietly, and with
out needing the careless sarcasm Of his
tone, u am weary of this round Of sense
less gayetv-I am sick Of the tumult and
vanities Of Washington. VIII you take
me home
why, Kate after all your anxiety to
pass a winter in this great center Of social
and political life You have been teasing
me ever since we were married, to indulge
YOU with season in Washington.
d know it, Charles" she meekly an
svered, trying to suppress the tears that
we're brimming in her eyes 'but l have
at last learned the folly Of seeking real
pleasure anywhere but in the precincts Of
o6ue's home. My taste for gayety issatisfed,
and YOU can't imagine how bomesick l
feeIEhow anxious to see the dear little
ones again. When will you take me home,
Charles?
Next week, perhaps, my lo7e-or the
week after, if you positively Insist upon 1t.
20, Charles, why not go tomorrow ?
impossible, Kate. [ am positively en-
gagged for every day this week for drives
and excursions in the reighborhood Of the
city
;Engaged?' repeated Kate, opening
her blue eyes. 4 know nothing Of these
arrangements.
No, my dear, suppose not, said ElwynI
lazily. Did you imagine l was goingto
come and ask your permission every time
I wanted to drive out with a lady or smoke
a cigar with two or three gentlemen? ??
Kate's lip quivered and she turned qui,
etly away. Charles Elwyu looked after
her With an amused expression IL his eye
and a half smile on his lip.
She's Jealous, as I live !! he muttered
jealous Of Aurora Raymond and the
pretty widow. Well, let her p0ut It ou
at her lcisure-it will fever do to encour'
age this sort Of a thing,
If he could have but seen her a few
moments afterwards, Gust when, be wa
whirliDc through the waltz with Mis-
Raymond's midnight curls floating owe
his shoulders sobbing in the silence O
her own d:nly lighted room, the colder
hair all unloosenel from hair pin and jew
, eled comb, and her blue eyes looking likI
morning glories drowned in rain. Well
perhaps it would have done him good
perhaps not. 1t Is not always best to le
a man know the full extent Of his powe
over that miserable little captive, his vii
it is astonishing how much the sex de
j lights in tormeuting its victim. There !
, one blessed avenue Of RELIEF always opel
= to Wonankind, Lowever-a good cry n
wonder that Katie Elwyn felt better Whel
, she wiped away the shower Of tears an
, brushed back the lovely ripping tresse
firm her feverish forehead.
what shall I do p she murmered t
, herself. delruging her handkerchief wit
F rose water, an55trying vainly to cool he
burning eyes; what oaght l to do? Oh
, 1 wish l had never como away from hon
its judgement on me, for leaving n.
, dear little babes in the hands of cold hire
, lings. I was so happy before eve
Y thought of this hollow, deceittuIWhTIpoC
Of fshion.'
She burst into flesh foods Of toarH, a