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

ling on an ottoman In the rec6ss Oh Inc
window was ,Terpsichore, inventing
floral phenomena in water-colors, and
| looking very bewitching.
| "'Twas fair scene" AS under the
shade of some far-spreading oak, when
noon holds high revel in the Heavens,
1.-THE gentle flock cluster in happy secur-
| ity, fearing no dire irruption oflnpine
enemy, So
"Air. Pompadour," announced the
servant.
saThe devil!" echoed Augustus Fitz
| Clarence.
| 4 Mrs. Taragon's first impulse was to
spring up and greet her visitor cordial
| lY. Her second, to do no such thing.
| Napoleon said, can opportunity lost Is
an occasion for misfortune. Here
was her Austerlitz or her Waterloo
With the rapidity of genius. she laid
the plot for comedy of ''Tne Jealous
Lovers" TO the success of which the
actors themselves unwittingly contri-
buted. 1ei tVe- ea~ .
Half rising, she acknowledged MIR.
Pompadoar's elaborate bow, and, mo-
tioning him gracefully to a seat. sank
back into her chair. Then, pretend
| inc that The worsted was knotted, she
bent her cGfIs so near Augustus face,
and made a whispered remark with
| such conscious air, that the blood
rushed to that young mans face IN an
instant. Gas 1sls. oa ~
81 saw you out riding yesterday, Mr..
Pompadour, said the cheerful widow,
pleased that her first shot mad taken
effect. ssAhd wat beautiful horsei
and you ride so very gracefully,
srrhank you madam" said Mr.,
/ Pompadour, stiffly; II think / may say,
| without vanity, that / do ride tolerab-
~ WE'LL" sgl
''And you" to the son, snow your
father is present, / must cali you MIR.
Augustus, may not?' she said, coax
ingly. The MIR was emphasized, as
if when alone she did not use it. But
this was, of course, unintentional.
Now Augustus, for some time, had
endeavored to ingratiate himself with
Mrs. Taragon, but with little success,
and, therefore, he was utterly unable
to comprehend her sudden benignity.
! He glanced at his father, and met the
eyes of that individual glaring at him.
with The look OF an ogre deprived OF his
baby lunch. He glanced at Terpslc-
hors, but that young lady was absorb
ed with a new discovery in botany. lie
glanced at Mrs. Taragon, but she was
calmly winding worsted.
rTerpy, dear, said her mother, do
show Mr.: Eompadour some of your
drawings. My dear little girl is SO de-
voted to art r, she exclaimed, enthu-
siastically. as the daughter rose to bring
ner portfolio. Take care, MIR. Angus
/ tus; You know worsted is dreadful
thing to snarl." Augustus had invol-
unfairly sprung up TO offer his assist
ance, but sank back in con Esion.
.'Are YOU fond of engraviugs, Mr..
| Pompadour ?" asked the young LADY,
"Ahl yes II think may say
without vanity, began Mr., Pompa-
dour, but he finished silently To him
self-"D-me, III make her Jealous II
| Whose Austerlitz or Waterloo should it
be He put ON his eye-glass to inspect
/ the volume, and for a little while almost
forgot his egotism in admiration OF the
beauty of nature beside him, If not the
beauties Of art before him. ts4s.,
Augustus was not slow In perceiving
4
| Taragon's attention was gained, and he
| tried desperately to improve the oeca'
sion. Every once 10 while, however.
his eyes would wander toward his faith
or, who played his part with so much
| skill that the bosom of Augustus was
soon filed " it'll burnings, and the mind
of the widow with perplexities. The
| gentle heart of Terpsichore was grew
ed also, and her mind sorely puzzled
Ut the enigmatical conduct of those
| about her, while she was somewhat all
noyed at the pertinacious attentions OF
the elder p.
The distinguished gentleman who
wrote SO graphically about the "Elbows
of the Mincio," must confess that our
| Quadrilateral is only second to that
which he has helped to embalm In his
tory. The Irishman's experience with
the large boot and the small one, and
the other pair similarly mismated, was
here reproduced with painful reality
Some evil genius had scattered
NORWOOD on the air, and asphyxia, or
something worse, seemed likely to SUI
pervene, when the entrance of another
visitor broke the charm, and the tete-a-
/ feGe, ana the BenLleLnen ueu.
The thermometer of Mr.. Pompadour's
temper indicated boiling heat. He
sputtered and fumed like an irascable
old gentleman as he was, and managed
| to work himself into a crazy fit of jeai-
ousy, about bis son and the fascinating
widow; and, oddly enough, this feeling
thus aroused by the green-eyed mon
ster, for the time being, quite eclipsed
his mercenary middle. so, upon poor
Augustus, as the available subject, fell
palpable and uncomfortable demonstra-
tions of paternal displeasure. aeia'
For several days Mr.. Pompadour
stayed away from Mrs. Taragon's, and
that good lady began to fear lest she
had over drawn her account at the bank
of his heart, and that further drafts
would be dishonored. The thought of
such catastrophe was torture of the
most refined quality. BY an illogical
system of reasoning, peculiar to the fe-
male mind, she imagined that Terpsi-
chore was the cause of the desertion,
and that Young lady thereupon became
the recipient of an amount of small
spite and aggravated vindictiveness,
which reflected great credit upon Mrs.
Taragon's inquisitorial capabilities.
She had, it must be obvious, set her
heart upon having those diamonds from
Tifany's. -sri5
AT the end of "a week, however, NJ,
Pompaaour called upon Mrs. Taragon,
and this time he found her alone, His
countenance gave proof of some desper,
ate resolution. His attire was more than
usually elegant. His hair and whiskers
| xuara q trffIa laIooL on. and. ulosuior f4hon