The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1866-09-13

come nigh. Beware of robbing
my poor eyes of modesty, their only
Towards me, warn you,
practice neither falsehood nor incon-
stancy. -@ s. L. y .s@& -.s s-@
BY our knighthood, we shall be true
to thee, girl, till our heart hath no throb |
for any living creature n e-srr
will you love me till my hair be gray?'
'Enchantress! we shall love thee were
thou withered crone from which hide
BUSINESS itself might recoil, cried he SO
that she paused. |
And for what am l SO vastly inestima-
ble?' said she, hesitatingly. 1T c..nnot
be my tresses, "a few clips of the shears,
and farewell my pride in ringlets TO the
winds. It may not benny brow, for
care shall soon furrow it, and blanch my
cheek, which now seems bloomingly.
Care, too, shall more peak my chin, and
charms, if l have any, be most perish
able.'
Lady, we love thee more forthy good
sense than for thy beauty said he; and
in stepping closer towards her his spur
struck the door, which closed with
spring. He rubbed his hands together,
and expressed delight at an incident
which created In her a considerable tre-
pidation, that soon subsidized into a calm.
Il was childish enough to be alarmed;
but l have nothing to fear from true
knight. His most Christian Majesty
would not Cypress the meanest of his
subjects, or betray confidence where he
is an honored guest observed she, draw
ing a chair before her, and leaning in an
easy posture over its tall, carved back.
Not for a diadem would we harm
thee, dearest said he. 'Yet by our
sword we would sooner forfeit every
acre of old Navarro, and leave Italy the
brightest jewel in our rivals crown, than
forego thy love. Thou must be ours;;'
and the enraptured monarch disengaged
her from the bulwark, and embraced
her ere she could extrieate herself from
his arms.
Hist! heard you no noise?' breathed
she softly, and she held her finger tow
ards the door. He heard none, nor had
she; and she twined her small fingers
round her wrist. In two hours hence
it shall be midnight. Meet me here
when the town clocks chime. Pray, my
Liege, till then retire. said she, and she
opened the door.
'Dost mock us, Ellen: Say wilt thou
keep thy promisc?'
'Assuredly my Lord does not doubt
me when I say, yes? Yes, shall meet
your Majesty. See, the jewellers from
the hall seek you as one lost. Join them,
and remember the appointed hour
Francis retired abashed, when with
gentle force he had been expelled from
the oratory; and Ellen quietly resumed
her devotions for the night.
TRANQUILITY she arose, and her manner
betrayed neither excitement nor emo
ton, though from repeated efforts she
made to trim the chamber lamp, and
furtive glances she cast often at a mirror,
dull must one be who could not distin-
gnish that she was ill at ease. She pac-
ed round the apartment, which was
small and meanly furnished, its only
ornament being few pictures in en-
broidery on Scripture subjects. In one
corner were suspended loose sheets OF
vellum, parts of nissal for festival pur-
poses, and in another seemed perch to
have been erected, upon which perched
hawk, but SO in the shade that 1t was
difficult to determine whether it was
part of the ravelled tapestry or real
bird.
At length she sat on low stool and
encompassed her knees between her
hands, rocking to and fro as if engaged
in unravelling some painful train of re-
f1ections. If inward beauty can be no
wise retained except by outward injury,
better the body know scath than that
the soul be defiled,' said she, reviewing
herself in the grotesque mirror, with a
pensive expression which soon cleared
into cheerfulness. Now, vanity aside,
continued she, Nell, did you ever think
you were SO pretty as to make conquest
of king? Never, Nell, never! Nell
must be lovely to have accomplished
that. La, what toyshop of charms are
temptingly piled in yonder glass, as she
shook the oil so that wavy light fell or
the mirror. Blue eyes and black hail
are peculiarities not often found togeth
er. Yet here l have them in Milesial
perfection, albeit the average spirit o
my eyes is half merriment, half melan
choly. And cheeks are here that though
they may not shame the rose, they new
er knew the blush of counterfeit. Teeth
likewise, which, though passing white
any elephant hunter would at one glanc'
discover were no ivory; and lips which
a truer wooer than my Lord Francis
told Ellen were gushing ripe, any wilt