Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-03-02

QaIuIhl, duQ Suos nhl A1SSe .e,H. 1850 2
smile, which showed herteeth IN care
fully unstudied manner, formed pref
ty dimple in her chin, and enabled hen
to look archly without apparent inten-
ton.
Her daughter, Miss Terpsichore, was
twenty, with slender, graceful form,
and a pair of rosy cheeks, before whose
| downy softness the old simile of the
peach becomes wholly inadequate. She
had hazel eyes, whose liquid reflected
the brightest and sunniest of tempers,
and dark brown hair, with Just a sus-
picion of golden simmer filterlne
through its wavy folds. B s-efff
Mrs. Taragon, on the bare charge
could not have escaped conviction as 9
designing widow" She not only was
on the lookout, perpetually, Tor an IN
vestment of her daughter, but she was
fving continually from her cap white
FLAG of unconditional surrender to the
first man bold enough to attack herself.
Mr.. Pontifex Pompadour, '.aYailed
himself of an early opportunity to cap
upon Mrs. Taragon. His fame had
preceded him; and that estimate lady,
who was in her boudoir when he wa
announced, gave a small shrek OF dis
NAV at her dishevelled appearance, -
However, no one need be alarmed at
such q administration on the part OF Q
'slady of fashion" 1t is indicative Of
perfect satisfaction with her general
effect. Mrs. Taragon flew to her mir
1 rorto shake. out another curl-and her
! fiounces; smiled bewitchingly by way
of rehearsal; bit her lip frantically TO
bring the blood to them, and walked
! aimlessly about the room for few
i moments with her hands above hen
head. to send blood out of them. Then
picking up her handkerchief daintlly,
and going downstairs slowly, that her
cheeks might not be too much flushed,
she acquired sudden animation at the
parlor door, and burst into the room
with an elaborate rustic, and a thou
sand apologies for having Kept Mr..
Pompadour waiting so longs--end
wasn't r'the day perfectly lovely'@a, Z
LII conyersation be interesting, o.
serve in any way to develop the plot OF
a story, hold it should be given al
full length but the polite pothJngs
wbich.were repeated at this interview,
came under neither of these heads. -
They served only to display Mr.. Pom
padour's false teeth, and Mrs. Taragon's
real ones land the dimple) through the
medium of Mr., @P.-'s real smile and Mrs.
L. s false one.
The two parted mutually pleased, and
Mrs. Taragon said TO herself, as she re-
sumed the novel she had dropped al
/ L.. II
re- ham, will have that set of sablesr
and those diamonds L saw IN Tith
any's." u
Mr.. Pompadour beheaded a mos;
rose with his cane, as he stepped jaunt
lily down the walk, and remarked TO his
inner seif, "a monstrous nice woman
that, and / may say, without vanity,
that she was struck with my appear
ance. Why, hot who the devils
The acute reader will perceive sight
incoherence in the latter portion of this
remark. 1t was due to a sight which
met Ms. ,Pompadour's gaze on stepping
! into the street from Mrs. Taragon's
domain. This was nothing else than
Augustus Fitz Clarence walking lels'
urely mp the street with a young lady
whom We know-but the illustrious pa
rent did MOTTO be Miss Terpsichore
Taragon.
"Oonfound the boyP' said the old
gentleman, 81 wonder who he's got
there? Just like his father, thought
For may say, without vanity, that
was a tremendous fellow among the
girls.
Augustus Fitz Clarence was not at all
pleased at this chance recontre. The
| intimacy with the charming widow,
which it strongly limited at, brought
vividly to his mind its possible results
upon his own prospects. And, more
over, he was conscious of a peculiar
and novel sensation in regard TO the
young lady, which made him rather
shameface1 under the paternal eve. In
short, he was in love. All the symptoms
were apparent: a rush of blood to the
face, and stammering in the speech,
whenever proximity to the injecting
object induced a spasm. He also had
the secondary symptoms,-a sensation
of the spinal cord, as if molasses were
being poured down the back, and q
general feeling "all over, such as little
| bows call "goose-hesh," and which is
ordinarily occssioned by a ghost story,
or cold draught from an open door
way.
10 the writer, who stands upon the
high level o the philosophic historian,
it is evident that the same feelings
warmed the gentle breast OF Tersichore
that burned in the bosom of Augustus.
To furnish fC ID, however, for the IN
extjDguishable laughter of the gods,
this fact is never made clear TO the
principals themselves till the last mo
ment. "And so from hourto hour we
ripe and ripe. :. and thereby hangs
tele." .fsn. . se
With the foregoing paragraph,
bridge over an "hiatus, as il were" OF
several months,
Respect for truth obliges me to re-
cord the fact, that Mrs. Taragon re.
garded her daughter with that unchris-
tian feeling called jealousy. But, if q
heartless, she was shrewd woman, and
she meant to dispose OF Terpsichore ad.
vantageously. =" -" SKIS 9l
There was, at this time, and believe
there is still, IN the village of which ]
write, an ''order of The garter" under
the control of one Mrs. Grundy, the
motto of which was: CHOSE are evil
of whom Wa evil speak," Its evening
meetings were Familiarity known as the
nights of the sewing circle;" and il
was the duty of each member to attend
to everybody's business but her own.
An agent OF this order promptly put
Mrs. Taragon in possession of every
thing which had been discovered OF
invented concerning Mr.. fompadour,
not forgetting to enlarge upon the con.