Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1866-05-04
THE D1sENCHANrED LOVER.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

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among the orange groves Of Seville-in
the colder atmosphere of Northern climes
you felt she was almost out Of place.
Moreover, Miss Westall possessed the
faculty, 30 rare among ladies Of the pres
ent age, of adapting her dress to tho Pc
culiar style of beauty which characterized
her. A morning dress Of gold-colored
cashmere clasped round the waist with
black velvet, and relieved only by single
cluster of white rosebuds at tho throat,
constituted her toilette das naatin, and very
lovely attire. DR.. Alden thought SO, too, as
he stood by the door, taking areluctant
leave-for bueiness must be attended to,
though all the Houris in Lalla Rookh
were casting melting glances from beneath
their silk-friuged eyelids, and murmuring,
''Stay yet little longer y
sThen --=l see you at Mrs. Thornhil's
.o.night?" said Juliet as she laid her velvet
palm in his-the goodbye touch.
aMost assuredly shall be there" re-
turned DR. Alden and then, as he stood
there, his fingers closed gently over her
delicate little hand, the impulse rose up in
his heart, strong and bewildering as a
whirlwind, to tell her what was in tho
heart-to ask her, then and there, to be-
come his wife-his precious lifestar Oh,
Phillip Alden the f1utter of your guardian
angels pinions must have been very near
you then, as you turned away, and left the
burning wordsunuttered!
II can easily find more fitting oppor
tunity tonight" he thought to himself as
ne took the reins, and guided his fiery
young horses down the street.
Juliet Westall was watching him from
behind the white misty draperies at the
wiudow-watchiug him with her pearly
teeth tightly set over the right coral of her
under lip.
"He's long time proposing" she pom.
dered. II wish knew some way to bring
him at once to the point. One can live |
and die an old maid, and Tom Stanley's
very good in his way; besides being my
devoted slave. But then Philip Alden is
richer by at least fifty thousand and I do
&hink like Philip Alden the best. Iwon-
der if am getting to love him Is jeal-
.ousy proof Of the little gods dominion ?
for must confess to pang or two when
he talked so long with Emily Brooks the
other nig ght. Pooh! what chance lave
Emiiy's waxy skin and yellow curls against
my oriental sparkle g
And Juliet Westan went up stairs to
her room, quite satisfied with this brief
mental review OF thesituation in which she
found harself.
'LAte again Philip! i declare you've no
more idea Of time thaR--than poodle dog.
You promised to come for me, without
Gail. At eleven, and here it is quarter to
twelve. I'd like to know II that's what
you call keeping an appointment"
RI believe I am little behind time,
Aunt Ruth" said the young man, apollo
geGcally, as he flung the reins to the wait
Ing groom, and sprang up the piazza steps.
"But I have been calling at Miss Westall's,
and you know 'how noiseiess falls the
of tine that only treads on howers.'
"Dont quote your poetry nonsense at
me-" enunciated Mrs. Revere, stamping
her little plump foot on the piazza floor
"Philip! Philip that girl is like the syrens
ws read abou: in old mythology. She has
cast complete glamour over YOU"
HBut, Aunt Ruth-" -.
"Philip, I know womankind better than
5ou can pretend to do. I tell you she's
false, hollow, deceitful."
eNow, anntie, how unreasonable that is,
when you have never seen Miss Westall."
ayes, I saw her once from the window,
asyop drove past herr
"And did you form your opinion from
sAae ono yiaw?"
,aEe, Philip; ! veheard Of her from
other .sosrcss, and rnost ,anfavonble reports
have reached me. O,my boy, if you could
but see for younelfj This marrying . wo-
sasu whom yop have only, met ip the, kn-,
-naons glare Of society iss perilously nm
!ssrteiu sort Of thing" -
Aunt Rp.b, tits what we are all doom.
90 20. eaat walk in upon her before
breakfast In the morning; 4 cart piay
waiting maid, and discover the secret. .of
neg toilet neither can j, Ike some hero of
..,hetsSs. .saact the part 2of sahosmaker, and
bring aass home her stng siippsri. .s5 5
q: e9conld sansesS StsP lfiiips Il & syou ,,o,;,,a
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