The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1866-07-14

tenderly than before. His roquelaure
and hat had fallen TO the ground, and
he now stood revealed man of fashion
of the period. AS before stated, he was
eminently good looking, with languish-
ing black eyes, and Il apcnsive smile such
as one usually cndows Romeo with in
imagination. He wore his hair without
parting Of any kind, in profusion of
short, black, glossy curls, in which there
was no trace of the elaboration of art,
and he was clean-shaven, except for
short whisker that terminated halfway
down his cheek. He wore blue coat
with gilt buttons, swallow-tailcd, short
in the waist, and high-collared. His
waistcoat was bright yellow as to color,
crossed with a small black stripe
huge seal depended from the fob of his
black small clothes; and the Hessian
boots in which his lowereXtremitics were
cncascd were polished TO Il marvellous
degree of brillancy. His craVat, white
and unstarched, and tied with Il large
bow, was made of fine, soft muslin; and
the frilled bosom of his shirt had been
carefully crimpcd by conscientious femi-
nine fingers. In this frill he wore Il
small cluster of brlliants while Il large
signet-ring, n genuine antique, dccorat-
ed the first finger OF his right hand.
Such was the appearance of Sir Der
went Narrel and absurd rs a costume
| like his would now seem on the classic
| flags of Bond Street or st. Jamcs's, it
yet became the barOnct admirably, while
he in return lent it grace and distinc-
ton which made it seem the only attire
proper for gentleman.
why did you not como last night ~
said LenOre. Hour after hour | wait
ed for you in vain"
"'Twas not my fault, dearest, that l
did not; of that rest we'll assured,n an
swercd Narrcl. "Busincss that broolled
not delay kept me from your side. l
was hugely chagrincd."
"That weary, weary business " sigh
ed Lenore. "Tis ever mems excuse.
But now that you are here, | will not be
melancholy. "Ah, that | could be for
ever by your sidep
She nestled her head shyly on his bo-
som. He stroked her chestnut hair softly
with his white hand, and looked down
on her with Il crafty and sinister smile
such smile as might light up the face
of fowler when he sees the tluttcring
innocent which he has been doing his
best to cntice begin to turn lOngingly
toward the snare.
Little simpleton" he replied, pull
ing her ear. You speak rs if what
you long for were impossible of attain
ment; whereas one word from you
would make it a blissful certainty, and
render two loving hearts happy for
ever"
81 cannot, Varrel-I cannot say that
word. All, why does my father dislike
you so much"'
"My faith how should know? But
dislike is not the word, little one. You
should ask, why does he hate me so in
tenscly? There are those who gladly
calumniate me, and for such he has ever
IL ready ear; for L am unfortunate
enough to have many enemies, and
doubtless twice as many faults
"No, no, will not hear such Ian
guage," exclaimed Lcnore. "In time
my father will relont, and then"
"Ncver, grill" said Narrcl tlercely.
" Colonel Lomond is not made OF melt
ING stuff. His hatred OF me he will car
ry with him to the grave. Never look
for change in him. Sweet one" he ad-
ded, changing his tone in moment to
one low-breathing, imploring tender
ness" sweet one, as ! have told thee
before, both thy fate and mine are depcn-
dent on single word from those rosy
lips. BE mine, in spite Of every one
| am rich, and can supply thy every
want. We will go abroad; and in some
lovely Italian valley, or fair isle of the
eastern seas, we Will forget our by-gone
troubles, and watch the happy days glide
softly past, while rounding our lives to
that perfect love which alone can bring
back Eden to this weary earth. Oh,
LenOre, dearest and best-loVed, flee
with me ut once and iorcvcrw
She was standing by the little table,
smiling, trembling, and yet with tears
half starting from her lids, while he,
knceIiug on one knee, was covering her
hand with passionate kisses.
"Oh, Narrel, you try me almost be-
yond my strength" she mulmurcd.
4" But | can not, ! you darcnot do as