The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-05-14

he knew we'll; he was familiar with the de
tails of her story, and had tact to avoid
whatever could be painful He SO quickl,
understood her; he comprehended from hel
unconscious words how CALLING and wearing
her life was, and he pitied her; at least thai
day should be pleasant. Guy Raleigh wa.
delightful companion He had all his sis
ter's brilliancy and originality. and man.
ner toward woman that was the perfection
OF chivalrous courtesy. His very voice had
caress in it; don't know any other way
to express what mean. 1t was fortunate
that he was not flrt; he did enough mis-
chief as it was, without being aware of his
power.
But how could he, or even n man given
to believe IN his own destinations and fond
OF essaying the strength thereof, have
thought the results of that one afternoon
were to prove important? She seemed
little more than child to him at first, and
he only desired to make this day q sunny
spot III memory, on which her fancy could
rest during coming days of loneliness But
as they talked, she astonished him every
now and then by some passionate utterance
which showed how deeply she had at heart
such subjects as had touched her feelings
for it was true of her. as it is of so many
lmpulsive women, in regard to what into
rested her she could not be said to reflect
she only felt.
Guy found himself we'll repaid for his
Efforts to brighten tho young exile's sky
q little; she was q new revelation to him in
the way of womanhood. And Dolores talked
as she had never done to any one; she
could not remember that he was stranger
could only give herself up to the might
OF her dream, and be led on as passively as
we are sometimes in sleep, through vision
Ill which the most wonderful things seen,
natural; and sights and sounds SO unearthly
that we could not find name for them in
our waking hours, are Mt once recognized
and perfectly understood by some mystic
rious self within.
think this sounds somewhat transccn-
dental, and I am afraid overstrained, vet
1t IS truth that am writing truth at least
to those unfortunates whose physical organ
lzatlons seem to be only bundles of nerves
Tor the soul to play on ut will. But might
write pages of this sort and leave YOU no
nearer comprehension of the matter, un-
less 1t is already n mournful fact with Won
that no after reality can ever be half so
beautiful or powerful rs one of those wild
dreams which come to heart that has been
feeding. on itself in it's dreary solitude.
HIS sister and their party aided to make
the hours golden to Dolores, for whom
they had all been seized with an enthusi-
asm; and during the whole afternoon they
made little queen of her. Tue school
girls looked on in wonder, and perhaps
thought they might as we'll have STAYED up
on the hill among the owls as to come down
there and watch the Spanish teacher be set
up on pedestal for all those men to wor.
ship. The Abbess had her doubts in regard
to the propriety of such marked attentions
being bestowed upon one of her hired sub
ordlnates; but Miss Raleigh managed that
1>a 1yo,~k
and it all did not matter: Dolores was tIc
feature Of the day.
Was she happy? Great heavens if Dives
could have gone straight up over the gulf,
90 you think he would have been happy?
She sang to them her sweetest Spanish
songs; she talked with her bewitchine little
accent, her conversation rendered moro
charming her foreign habit of choosing the
strong expressions which she had caught
from books, her face gathering new beauty
as her heart scared higher and higher into
the light. And while she sang, Guy Ra-
leigh was bending over her; his rare smile
was Tor her, his pretty, earnest speeches
nettcd themselves like sun-beams over her
very soul.
Look you! it is sad to write these things.
because they are true. however much we
may deny and laugh them to scorn: and
what we ought to be ashamed of is not their
verify, but the fact that life has only left us
the ability to scout or deride it,
Now you must not sing any more, -
Guy said; "these people are meroiless.' -
IL think think they are all very kind, -
Dolores answered; Everybody in your
world must be perfect, if nll are alike
these
"They catch little light from your radi-
anoe," he said, smilingly: and the poor,
hackneyed compliment was so fresh and
new to her that it was like beautiful
poem. HYou like to dance, am sure" he
continued, as he saw the musicians whom
he had engaged coming up over the hill.
"With all my heart" she answered, and
then laughed at herself 'I know-yon
smile-that is not what one says-it is bad
English"
every good English. I think. md entiro