The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-05-12

folding of her hands, which she maintained
in the very ytheight Of her fever and weari-
ness. showed that with all the Incidence and
the Southern fire, an admixture of some
colder blood had given her the. strength and
endurance which enabled her, the beautiful
passion flower, to go daily through the rou-
tine of duties that would have been wear
ing to New England woman herself.
The lesson was almost over; there was
sense Of relief in that. She could have five
minutes breathingspace in the garden
even if an hour at the piano forte, acting
jailer to some loathing child, must follow
as next in course of the pin and-needle tor
| ture. :.
There was sound of voices in the hall
the authoritative tones of the Lady Abbess,
Us somebody had christened the august head
of the establishment, audible among them.
OF course, the girls went on with their les
son, the few who could look through the
half open door, so rousing tho envy of their
companions that female nature could not
have endured long.
Dolores did not stir-scarcely heard; the
Abbess and the visitors were nothing to her
just then. Nothing was anything, only the
indescribable fatigue which unstrung everv
nerve, and the wild longing to be gone, that
stung each into added suffering.
"Maynt we 60 IMP" girlish voice asked.
"Oh, no" replied the Abbess, suavely;
mo lessons interrupted-th laws of the
Medes and Persians, you know, Miss Ra-
leigh"
''Ihe old catv' muttered one of the girls
to her neighbor; and the other added an
epithet still less decorous, whereat the stu
pid girl giggled she had understandinc
enough to like hearing her autocrat abused.
and was obliged to stuff her pocket-hand-
kerchlef i'll her mouth, while the girls
frowned at her Indignantly, it being an az
iom never disputed among them, that the
Abbess could see and hear even through
stone walls.
Then, while girl at one end of the class
took up tho reading, the rest listened to the
voice outside with some such feeling MS one
can fancy Robinson Crusoe having, if he
had CHANGED to hear voices on his island.
Then the young lady voice in tho hall ex-
claimed:
"What beautiful grill Oh, do look,
May"
And each girl that could be seen from the
spot where the visitors stood, tried to be-
lleve that it was she who was being looked
at; end knowing all the while that it was
the Spanish teacher, each in turn would
have liked to do something desperate to her,
IN spite of the admiration they had on ordi-
nary occasions
But the Abbess was speaking.
Come away" said she; II can't have
Peris even look in at those gates"
Then voice that had not before made it.
self heard:
Zone peep-just one! want to sec your
boquet of blossoms"
mans voice-a low, deep voice, even in
Its mifthfulness-a voice Dolores had never
heard before, but which reused her from
her languor and made her listen breathless-
ly, while something away down in her
soul seemed to answer it as if it reconnized
the sound.
There were laughing expostulations from
the Abbess, pretty pleadings from the ladies,
and great deal of merriment, but Dolores
only held her breath to hear that voice
again, and as the party moved away, it met
her ear once more:
"The most peculiar face L ever saw! She
never was meant for teacher; she looks
like dream of the South"
The class broke up, and the girls made
group about Dolores, all talking at
once.
''It was Miss Raleigh, for one, 1 know;
L wonder who the gentleman was?"
"Why, her brother, of courae. I saw
him yesterday, when went out with Miss
Moss"
"Guy Raleighr' exclaimed half n dozen
voices. ''Such splendid creature!'
''He looks like Lord Byron" said senti-
mental girl
'Pooh!" retorted an enemy ".You say
that of every man; you said old Signor
Clement did,
Then general laugh at the discounted
one, who disdained to reply, and tried to
look like the portraits of Gulnare on the in
slant.
Then Dolores sent them off to their re-
spectivo duties, and, mechanically mindful
of her own portion, even in her dream,
looked at her watch and saw that there was
not moment left for the garden.
She could only capture poor little Minnie
Umsted and carry her off to the rntsio-
room, feeling mad inpatience at the sound