The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1866-05-22

The whistle of the evening train SCUM
ded. Twilight was falling around Par
alma stood in the front door awaiting his
coming. 1 dR
She was dressed ID white, with blue
ribbon about her waist, and knots of the
same color at her shoulders. Her hair
hung in ringlets around her face-(she
had burned it half off with the curling
irons that afternoon) )-and she was scent
ed extravagantly with musk, violet and
citronela. eh@#
She looked down the street with yearn-
ing gaze. She heard a footstep. A fig
ure came forth from the obscurity of the
distance, carrying a valise. What se-
rious drawback upon romance valises aud
bundles are. Who ever saw hero with
a carpet bag? Imagine Mr.. Rochester, or
Sir Charles Grandson carrying bundle
Parafna's heart leaped into her throat
The figure left the highway, and stopped
at her gate. She rushed down the steps.
ais it Frank?" she cried TREMENDOUSLY.
The figure threw away the valise, and
folded her in his arms, and there was a
report like pulling the cork out of beer
bottle-yes, like pulling the corks out of
several beer bottles.
ooh, Frank, my darling, is it thee?"
exclaimed Parafna, catching her breath.
A EolleY of kisses alone replied. Ev-
identity Frank believed in deeds rather
than words. 80
"Ah, kind heavenl' murmured Paraf-
ma, "this is bliss
Then there fell little silence.
"Cone into the house, frankie" said
the lady; Il have welcomed thee to my
heart, now let me welcome thee to my
home"
They went up the sieps-his arm around
her, her head on his shoulder.
The light from the hall lamp flashed
across them. She lifted her eyes and
Looked upon his face, then started from
his embrace as though a serpent had
bitten her.
"Good gracious heavenl" cried she, in
horror, and no wonder, for Frank stood
revealed before her; the blackest nigger
you ever saw this side of Dixie!
"De Dressed Lord!'' CALCULATED the dar-
key, surveying his companion, "allow me
to specially inquire if you is Perryfee.
ny2r
care you Frank De WITH"
81 has dat honor
She sunk into ,chair-her face white
as the eyes of her astounded lover. Rage
and disappointment strove for the maste-
ry. For moment it seemed doubtful
whether she would tear his hair out, or
indulge in a good cry. Anger got the
best, of it. She seized the poker from
the fire place, and sprang towards him.
"You seoundrel'I she Kissed between
her closely shut false teeth, "leave this
house instantly, before stain my hands
with muraerl | would sooner die than
become yours. !" sass gi
"Oh, don't trouble yourself about dat,
returned the negro, loftily. ..Of course
| couldn't think of taking you for my
spouse, now. Use got deceived nightly;
but III make the best of it. L bargained
for young gal-and you's older dan my
ole nanny in Carliny. And gollyl if
ever | seed homelier woman in all my
lifep .s,a.;
Poor Frank he said no more-the po-
ker descended on his shins, for some how
Para6na knew which was the vulnerable
part of her lover, and sent him yelling
from the house. e-
Parafna was confined to her room for
several days afterwards, and when she re-
covered she left Cornville Immediately
She could not remain and face the jokes
and covert isneers of Sarah Jane Peck
She, still remains unmarried, but still
hopes 70. her destiny y.-Literaay C0mpan-
ion