The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-11-01
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with pleasure" said Emile,
lightly touching the strings, and
eliciting strains that might have come
from the inspired fingers of ST. Cece-
liza, tWhat shall / sing?" 4
"Your favorite; I am sure what
pleases you will please me. 4" "a.
.9Thank you. Listen" And Emil
lie sang one Of his own little songs,
with voice sweetly pathetic.
/ Victor was deeply affected, and
when the last sad notes had died
away, he said, ''Mademoiselle, I
thank you on my knees for your
sweet Kindness in singing that and
calling ityour favorite. F"
AS he spoke, door at the lower
end of the room gided back, display
ing an inner apartment arranged for
O repast.
Monsieur, will you partake of
some fruit which is served in the next
room?"
"Thank you," said Victor, rising,
and Offering Emile his arm to escort
her to the next apartment.
"Monsieur," said Mademoiselle
Lamont, as they sat down to tempt
ing array of delicacies, monsieur, I
wish you to see what Larose can pro-
duce. All the fruit on the table
comes from my garden
''They are like everything else here
delightful" said Victor, tasting a
luscious peach. "Indeed, I can
hardly believe all that have seen to-
day is real and substantial. Walking
through your splendid grounds, I
could have imagined myself in the
garden of the Hesperides. Seated in
your gorgeous saloon, I could hardly
help fancying that I saw an enchanted
vision which would soon dissolve,
leaving me nothing but the dull reali-
ties of life.
ssYou poets are like that ETHEREAL
bird, the huma, which never touches
the ground; you are always flying in
the air, and dislike to touch this poor
earth of ours"
s'Had I the wings of an angel, I
could not fly to q more delightful
abode than I have found to-day, nor
receive more gratifying welcome
than that which you have so kindly
given me-"
Victor returned to his books and
studies, from his visit to Larose, with
feeling of satisfaction to which he
had long been q stranger. His pros
poets looked brighter. He had Sc
cured powerful friend in the Lady
Of Larose. Her kindness to him had
touched his tender heart, and it
seemed as natural for her to be agree
able as it is for the flowers to bloom
and birds to sing.
Emile had invited Victor to visit
Larose by moonlight. He did SO
one beautiful evening. They strolled
about the lovely grounds. He told
her of his struggles, of his golden
aspirations, and of his disappoint-
ments. She consoled him with sweet
and gentle words, and she pointed to
the great future and assured him that
his hopes would be realized. Victor
felt the influence of that delicious
voice, and in that soft hour he knelt
at her feet and told her that he loved
her
To shorten the story, the day ap-
pointed for the wedding arrived
everything was ready. Victor, hand
some aud expectant, advanced to
meet the bride, when q lovely girl of
nineteen, with face and form which
might have served as a model for
Apelles when he painted his exqui-
site picture of Venus, came forward
and took the hand of the'future hus-
band. This beautiful being was
none other than the Lady of Larose,
who had so long excited the curiosity
OF the people of Paris, her ravishing
beauty being concealed by fright
full and ingeniously constructed mask.
Her object in yelling those charm
ing features from the gaze of the
world, was to secure partner who
would not marry her for the acciden-
tai advantages of wealth and beauty
alone, but for her own intrinsic
worth. She obtained such partner
in Victor st. Aubyn.
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