The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1865-10-20

when You see it is time, you can step out
into the moonlight and let him see who
you are. Now 10 remember, Zoe, you
can H. it splendid, if you will"
al II d. my best, Miss Fanny" said the
Girl, pleased viii the compliment creek
On Master Jack won't feel quite so big
when he finds out he has beeu maxim love
to the bigger he kicked down stairs this
morning"
The clock struck eleven.
"Ihere, that's the hour--al in your
| stocking feet now come, aud for heavens
lake don't brcuthe.' With cat like steps
they all marched down and reached the
gymnasium hall without so much as the
creaNns Of plank.
"Now, Zoe, do your best" they whis-
pered, as they pushed the girl outside, and
took their station at u window nearest the
arbor.
The summer moonlight lay softly over
the landscape, revealing each bush. and
tree, and flower, with almost midday
clearness. Zoe paused an instant when
she reached the entrance of the bower,
but dark form emerged therefrom with
outstretched hand, exclaiming -" She
comes, she comes at last wbte-robed
spirit Of innocence sweet angel of beau
W, receive thy waiting lover, John Wa,
| tiers"
80, | kneooed it ! [ kncwed it my
heart told me it was you who wrote that
sweet, sweet letter."
Excellent !" came forth in a little ex-
plosive burst from the window; "didn't
she DO that splendid ?'-and a half dozen
handkerchiets were pressed between half
dozen pairs of ruby lips, to keep back the
merlmcnt that came near betraying them.
"The heart seldom deceives us, fair lady.
| GO, o, OF 1t is like mirror, an
swering face to face; if we obey its whis-
periugs it will never lead US astray. (.Is
that orthodox, Fan p Suffer me to lead
thee to this bower of beauty, fit resting
place for gods, while pour into thy ear,
sweet goddess Of beauty, such a tale of
love as angels never heard. (I reckon
not.D Nay, do not turn away, and veil
that wondrous beauty with those ebon
curls. Surely, you do not fear to trust
one who loves you so deyotedly. Is it SO,
sweet lady p
20, no, no, no she said, in toues of
such sweet impressiveness, that the group
at the window became sensibly lessened,
and the floor was the battlefield where
the poor, PROSTATE rolling victims weller.
ed in their gee.
go, the joy it affords me to hear you
say this but is not your own safety i'm.
perillcd by the coming of your teachers ?
Surely beard voices just now"
so, that is couple of my school mates,
waiting for me in The hall | was afraid
to come down alone"
Cab that is all right. Beauty and
innocence are ever timid but why sh uld
you fear, when here is q strong arm,
ready to do battle with giants for your
sweet sake. l love you, lady. l have
come here to tell you how much deeper
far 1t is than my poor pen could portray"
But Zoe insisted it was a "sweet letter."
which inflicted fresh wounds upon the
poor girls, aud sent them recliug again to
the floor.
"Topgue and pen are alike powerless to
tell it all ard you have, in coming here,
declared that | am not an object Of indif,
ference to you"
80, no, no, no i! she again repeated, in
the same smooth, even tones as before.
"Girls, girls, get up; you are missing
ever so much" whispered the little aveng.
ing Nemesis, who had never left her place
at the window, and they managed to get
there in time to hear him say, "Suffer me,
then, to take that lily hand, 60, Fan
Fan to place my arm around that grace.
full form, to press that glowing check
thus and thus p
"Fan, amt it time to close -? I'm sore
all over. Oh! Ell !! eli! Id give that
ten-dolar note ma sent me to day for one
scream p
"Do hush, Nett, and listen; she's
speaking-there, you've made me lose
what she said - for Zoe had risen, and it
was he that was speaking again.
"And are you going? Then farewell
ldieheIl W. Gue hoOu Will IOTpeC her
brightness, and the flowers their fragrant
breath, when you are gone!'
"Do you love me so much as that 2"
"Better than my soul y
"Swear it !"
"By the bouudless ocean and the cont.
ncuts that lie between; by the blue sky
above US and the green earth beneath
by my own immortal soul and the great
God that made i'll swear | love you
more than these a"
"There, that will DO, Master Jack, you
are queer man, sir; you swore this morn
ing, when you kicked me down stairs, and
now you swear you love me better than
your soul"
"Death and furies what does this
mean?'
at means, sir, that you have made
yourself bigger fool than ever the Lord
intended you should be. Look said
she, stepping out into the moonlight and