Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-03-28

droopsa skirt of sivery gauze, looped here and
there with for-get-me-nots and violets wrought IN
sapphire and emerald, and set in golden fllagree,
Her snowy neck and arms, adorned with jewels Of
the same description, while just above the fan
brow rests coronet of pearls, and In the centre
gleams flashes and sparkles, one single gem Of the
royal family ofthe Koh--noor, the queen Of jewels
Wonder not that the artist-soul of Paul Chisholm
is bowed in alteration of this wondrous loveliness,
but pity him that he yields himself, too willing
captive to his overpowering love.
As the !H.star of the evening" gided on, bestow-
ing bow or smile on either side, she uncon.
sciousy dropped her delicate lace handkerchief
With one bound, Paul was at her side, had raised,
and was presenting it. saying in reverential tone
"Alow me the honor Miss Leitner, Of returning
this fairy fabric to its proper owner'
'Thank you, Mr.. Chisholm, this fairy fabric,
as you choose to designate it. is doubly dear to me
from association.
Indeed, then, I am truly fortunate in having
rescued it from the remorseless footsteps Of this
throng, ere yet its purity was deGled.
"Yes, but do excuse my forgetfulness. MIR.
Chisholm, allow me to present you to Captain
party separated; Captain Herbert proceeding to
search out the face that was, of all others, dearest
to him and Paul, Offering his arm to Daisy, they
walk slowly on, till they gain the window he had
formerly occupied. Here half shaded by the lace
curtains, he pleads most eloquently forher to give
q decided answer to his suit
"Oh Daisy, be true to yourself, and to me- l
pray you, tell me if you love me. I cannot bear
this suspense longer-it IS killing me! am fit for
nothing, without the knowledge Of your sustaining
love. cannot paint, cannot read, even gentle
slumber refuses to visit my weary eyes Dearest
one you must see that worship you pray give
me just one little word of hope" But strange,
most strange to relate, though this woman priced
Paul's love above all things on earth, she could
not, at once, check the perverse spirit Of coquetry
that urged her on, to trife with her whole lite S
happiness. She raised her eye to his, and ere she
spoke, he read his fate in those glorious orbs.-
Then low r of silvery laughter greeted his ears,
and the words:
Positively, Mr.. Chisholm, you have missed
your vocation by becoming an artist. What an el-
oquent Romeo you would have made to some fair
Juliet, on the stage! But what has become Of a
certain young gentleman who, two days ago, vowed
he would have nothing more to do with me?"
While she was speaking, he became ashy pale,
and at last answered hoarsely-
"Good heavens, Daisy! would you drive me
mad? How can you laugh at love so holy as mine :?
But now I am in earnest, when / say will no Ion
ger be triHed with So shall relieve you Of my
obnoxious attentions, and have the honor to bid
you good bye, foreverT He was gone, and she
saw in a moment she had carried her jest too far.
But though all the light and beauty seemed to pass
out with him, and she felt weak and giddy as If
about to faint, she strove to still the tumultuous
throbbings of her heart. So leaning far out the
window, she inhaled the pure air, which strength
ened her relaxed nerves. And hiding her sorrow
under gay exterior, she received with smile,
and bow of acceptance, the request Of an honored
friend to join the misty mazes Of the dance. She
did not lack for attention; on the contrary there
wasa superabundance of gay cavaliersa always ready
to accompany her in the bewitching galop the tas-
cnating waltz, or the graceful intricacies Of the
German And no one present suspected, that
though her face was wreathed in smiles, she bore
an aching heart.
In distant corner of the room, our friend,
Capt Herbert, found her whom he sought. Let
US see if she is anything like our reckless Daisy
No. she is very small fairy-ike in form and
height. She has face Of perfect features where
the lily and the rose-blend in beautiful harmony.
Her glossy hair of rich chestnut color, while her
eyes are gentle and fawn-ike in expression. She
is what her name betokens-pure and chaste. She
is christian-lovely and lowly in heart; she is
good as she is beautiful, and there is meek, pa
tent look in her face which speaks Of subdued suf-
fering. A glowing smile lights her countenance,
as SIZE sees who it is that approaches.
,'',,dave found you at last, Miss Carleton r'-
The1 be whispers softly, as he bends to press her
outs,retched hand, my beauteous Perle"
A lovely blush sufuses he cheek as she answers,
"Ol viii, how I have aoishedto see you-what
an age it seems since you went away"
'Does it indeed, dear one? Then unwilling to
bear short absence from you occasionally, If L
shall always be greeted with such worlds Of welcome
on my return"
II am sure you will always merit them, WILL
But is your cousin here? You remember, you
promised to present me to her tonight"
"Wen-come, let's 6ndher, if we can; her move
ments are as feet and changing as butterfy's
All Perle, fear my little cousin is a sad fir"
"Surely, you misconstrue her actions, Will. L
cannot conceive how any one can dare to trife
with the human heart Love is so holy and sacred
"a theme, in my estimation, that 1 could not even
speak lightly of it, much less make mockery of
it. by pretending to feel its inspiring influence,
when I really do not. y
'I well know that, my Perle, but | fear there
are not many hearts, out Of Paradise, as pure and
innocent of all guile as thine. Thou art to me as
the smile of Godl Oh! why has stern fate de.
creed that we must love one another, and yet
have but the shadow Of hope, of ever being more
to each other, than We are now?"
ssNay, do not despair, dear Will lido not, in
deed A white-robed spirit stands at the portal Of
nv heart, and with her silver wand, points me to
a beacon light that CLEANS and flashes through the
mists of coming years. Her name is Hope
Without her sustaining power, Faith, which is the
life of Love, would languish and die So do not
crush out Hope, with gloomy forebodings."
''Thank you, Perle, you are truly soeet com
forter-do inspire me nth some of your holy faith
But there is Daisy, just through with the German
wait until Ashby seats her; then we will join
her." 70,
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