The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1868-09-05
NAM0NDS AND HEARTS.
CHAPTER I.-rHE FIESTA.

~ oelcaCe green OF the palms
and on the other it shimmered on the
plfRl waters of the bay.
= whitened the little lodges. NESTING
: inhe iuxuriance of foliage, and elis
teiing on the gaudy boats, living motion
leg on the pearly bosom of the deep.
= sparkled on the little lakes. where
uoapes Of joyous children gathered
q arq'lnd the swans, and lost itself in the
blTe mists that circled the greea and pur
PIE mountains in the distance.
Kst the clustered giantsCf the sea
whose banners told of mi, aty nations
tlat mads war, past the forts where the
J. seatries kept weary pace on the ramparts
lighted up the "Poa d'Assuera,
t5fouglis the crowded thoroughfare:
J where the hum of traffic told of multi
= tudes In peace, it glowed on the Corco
Ear into the golden west, past the is
Ids that dotted the harbor, past the
NV villa of. San Christoyoa, it burnet
0AVsamong the hillsssnatil shadow
Iussxs, that asemed but ghosts IN the din
lemoteness, burst resplendent on the view
Gorgeous in their prodigality of color.
Rio de Janeiro had mustered her chill
drn in crowds. Long and broad as wa:
thepromenade, its marble mosaics scare,
contained room for the multitude. Anx,
ious matrons on one side, gathered OF
the granite stairs to watch their children
in ihe garden beneath needless young
stes on the other, hung over the balus
trades for view of the f>je swelling al
the foot of the wall fair oung donas
bevildered at the throng of admirers,
filed the air with peals Of glad laugh
ter exquisite senors, thrilled by the
music, yielded themselves willing captiyes
to the seductive influences of the hour.
Who but Latin can understand the
wild abandon of festd who but he can
enter into the spirit Of the many fete
days sanctioned by his ancient church ?
Armand Dupleisis, from his seat over
the sea, glanced carelessly at the jocose
reTelers, for in all that surging, excited
mass he did not number single friend.
He leaned back on the granite railing
with the easy Incidence Of an invalid,
aud yet his frame was robust aud sinewy
as mountaineers. If excited, the fash
resque features, might have inspired a
certain amount of wonder, but then, you
would as readily have expected sympa-
thy from the statues below The lurk-
ing fire of his eyes might mean mischief,
but nothing restless. Their gaze was al
most Indifferent, and yet one could see
they took a mental inventory of every
thing. Had their owner been provided
with a memorandum book and stubby
pencil, it could not have been done bet
ter. His bearing was fanltless and dress
from kepis to the wonderful French boots,
unexceptionable.
Among the hundreds who were pres
ent those eyes picked out one man and
one woman. They followed them in
their rambles through the dome rooted
shelters; they scrutinized them as they
fingered near -the band ;athey searched
them not when mingled with the throDgs
on the promenade.
They did not seem to be watching, but
they were; and their owner did not look
Interested, but he was. He was splen-
lid looking man. There was an air of
innate elegance in every movement, but
t was silky kind of beauty that put
)ne in mind of leopard. His head was
imall but finely formed, and covered
ISith Aossy hair, black as ebony. His
features were clearly and finely cut and
heir extreme delieacy impaired an almost
feminine expression. His hands were
small and exquisitely shaped. His NOUS
ache curled gracefully from his lip, and
when he spoke he bit the ends of it in a
nervous, almost embrassed way.
The woman was proud, passionate
laughter of the sun. The brown blood
bf the sun burned in her veins, and the
boul of sun streamed shaded from her eyes.
Ia sumptuous splendor mingled moist
and languid with their light. She was
clothed in the sunlight 1t glistened in
.he soft darkness of her hair it glowed
In the rubies that clung to her swelling
Throat; it flashed on her robe, tremulous
With radiance. From coquettish little
bat long white plume futtered over her
eurls and floating cloud of feecy un-
hersleeve half concealed an arm of snowy
purity. Her life, though in its spring,
Is goldened with the flush of summer,
she is in her morning, flashing with the
meridian luster of perfect day and yet
The eyes that scan so closely remain un-
dazzled. Their owner NJ heard of her,
and of her cenversation5 sparkling with
wit and humor and mocking irony, but is
not fascinated.
He sees but woman, for whom no
surprises appear to survive. What do
I'VE see? Were you to question the
crowd they would tell you the man was
Edgar Fay. That years before his father
brought him velyet-coated boy, to Rio
de Janeiro. and shortly afterwards died,
Having for him and baby sister small
AMOUNT of money. That the sister be-
ng under the control of mother who
deserted her husband, was never heard
of, and that the guardians finding no CO.
leir, had spent the money on Edgar's
education, afterwards securing him po-
sition under the Imperial government.
About the woman, tho would say she
was Mademoiselle Milan, ust arrived on
the French packet, to fill an engagement
as leading lady at the Alcasdr. ''.'
Concerning Dupleisis, except that he
had arrived recently on the English
steamer, that he seemed man of leisure,
aud paid promptly for what he received,
they could tell you nothing. y 3
The glowing sun faded entirely out of
the sky, the thick walled houses fiickered
family through their staring easements,
the lamps on the streets glimmered dis
mally at the returning crowds, and one
by one the lights began to quiver on the
water. The Passeo, that an hour before
could not contain its visitors, was now
deserted, but Dupleisis nothing daunted
smoked on. Disguised at the necessity
which compelled his presence, and an
noyed at the stupidity of the few people