Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-06-06


 determined to go to him. m
 "Mr. Villiers will please excuse me for few moments" was her parting apology. as retiring through conser- vatory she approached her lover.-Ta- king his hand in hers she fondly asked, s'what is the matter, dearest?"
 p ''Why do you taunt me by asking ?'' said he angrily. .I am mad because of your course of conduct with that Villiers. It is outrageous. Ifyou are in love with him, why not declare it? Don't act the hypocritc any longer" As quick as lightning Estelle's whole manner was changed. "Harry, this is intolerable--I came here to be ques- toned ay, to acknowledge that 1 have acted wrongly: but not to be insulted, and am not going to submit to it," and she turned passionately away.
 "Stop;" and Harry caught her, "do you deny that you love Villiers
 Il assert that I love no one who would voluntarily insult me-" and she was gone.
 As in trance Harry remained against the column; while There his thoughts ran thus: She does love him 1 know it-else why the continuance of his attention? Why don't she dis miss him ]? Here he stopped and pick ed up her tiny glove she had dropped. "Oh! Estelle, my angel, do love you so fondly-why will you trife with me must see her, and tell her. Here he heard voices-they were Villier's and Estelle's-they approached-step- ping back he concealed himself.
 "But where has that hot headed Harry of yours gone ?" said Villiers.
 '.He is here to answer for himself," said Harry fiercely, striding in and confronting them with flushed brow :: "Well, and what has Monsieur Eaves- dropper to say for himself' "This," cried he, "and this,' at the same time, with his clenched hand striking villiers two blows across the face. Villiers seized him, and being man, while Harry was only seventeen, would have 1 injured him, so enraged was he, but EsteIle rushing between them cried, "Harry, darling, cease! Mir. villiers. be calm!' Villiers withdrew his hand and Harry muttering malediction, rushed from their presence.
  On the following day, Harry passing by knot ofmen, heard the following :: "Why does not Villiers challenge him 7 Struck in the presence of a lady"
 Because this very lady prcvents-as Villiers is engaged to her he does not wish to bring the odiurn of a duel up- on the connection" Almost stupeficd, Harry hurried on.
 Thus tho breach widened-pride withheld each one from advancing, so silence reigned between them.
 1 On bright Sunday morning, just two months after the above named events took place, a crowd of young people were collected in the aisle of the old Methodist Church, and in the center stands Harry H., equipped in the elegant uniform of the Southern Cavalry. Tomorrow he leaves for Virginia, and is to-day bidding his friends farewell. As he passes from the Church he touches Estelle; she drops in his hand tiny flower-ah now they are reconciled-alas, no, Es- telle's pride rebuked her for the act, and she hastily turned away, and care lessly and laughingly hurried on.
 'very well" muttered Harry coldly
 and cast the flower from him-very well? Oh Hrrry! is it well with thee ? Is it well with thee around the camp fire-in the dashiug charge-in the wild melee? ah no That sad face, and longing, wishful look deny the asser- tion. And is it ''very well!' with Es- telle, admired and flattered, as she is ? That vacant eye and listless look an: swer too truly. Now my friends, to some of you this may seem nonsense ; to you whose blood runs so sluggishly through your veins that you cannot re- call the feverish surges of youth, or to you who have lain down at the altar of fashion or mammon all impulsive emotion, made yourselves mere conven- tional automata-you may say "this boy and girl cannot love each other during protracted absence. c."-But re- member, my frozen tufts ofartiticiality, that "absence conquers little passions, but aggravates large ones and re- member that love is divine essence a portion of deity itself, and not an 'on change speculation, or a point in etiquette-and my plodding, matter of fact skeptics, draw distinction between the superficial passion you affect, and pure young love, and then you will not be astounded when say that where first love enters young breast, (unless murdered by monsters of your class) il will, in spite of circumstances, finger there forever.
 - | At2 o'clock, in the day, on which the battle of Fredericksburg was fought, Wade Hampton, at the head ol his chivalric legions, with banners fluttering gaily, with drums and trum' pets rending the air, emerged from a misty wood and dashed against the foe. It was grand sight, and Gen Lee watched with intense anxiety, the , charne---at length the shock comes. and